Enchanting Winds

If you ever saw her, you couldn't help but stare. She was so beautiful, yet she seemed so sad, wandering slowly about. She kept to herself mostly, but if you were lucky, you might hear her song. The beautiful,  sad song. You'd wonder for a moment, but only a moment, no longer about the sadness in her voice. The downcast look of her eyes, but her voice was impossible to resist for long. It was too powerful...

Before long, she'd have you under her spell and it was impossible to recover. At least, until she stopped singing. But by then it was too late, she'd cast her spell on you. Every so often, you'd see her ghost somewhere and her sad song would echo like an endless lament in your mind, sounding as if she were standing right next to you. But when you looked, she would have faded away, vanished without a trace like she'd never been there at all.

If you looked at her and she caught you, she'd always look away. You'd never see those glittering, sad brown eyes for long. Men were brought to their knees by her beauty and young girls marveled at her princess-like appearance, in the heavy, antique, glittery golden dress she wore. The one that trailed along the ground after when she walked and swirled when she turned.

One young girl who had been placed under the spell of the sad singer with her song began to wonder about her as her ghost returned, the song echoing in her ear. There was a mystery there, and she would solve it. Why was the singer so sad. Something must have happened to make her that way, but what?

When the singer's ghost appeared again, the young girl reached out toward her just as she opened her mouth to sing. "Why are you sad?" the girl asked, but the singer didn't answer, starting to sing instead.

The girl sighed and closed her eyes, concentrating hard on the lyrics of the song. Maybe that held the answer.

The next time the singer appeared, the girl looked at her with sad eyes, having since figured out what was troubling her.
"Is it true?" she asked, her eyes bravely not faltering from the singer's. To the girl's suprise, the singer looked back at her, and nodded as sadness flooded her face. The girl's eyes flooded with sympathy at her face. No wonder she was so sad. Her love had been torn away from her- and by her own father!
"What are you still doing here?" the girl asked hopefully.
The singer motioned with her hand above her eyes as if she were searching for something.
"You're looking for him, aren't you?" the girl asked, understanding at once. Again, the singer nodded, the sad expression on her face unwavering.

To this day, the singer wanders looking for her lost love. If you're lucky, you might hear her song, and though her voice and beauty shall enchant you, you are only now under her spell for a short while. She never meant to hurt anybody, or push her sadness onto others so she no longer haunts, instead giving the gift of her song to all who wish to hear it.