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THE STORY OF THE MAGIC BRACELET
Some time during the reign of the beautiful Queen Meot of Baptistonia, a weary wandering traveler named Bubbles and her
ferocious beast named Addison wandered into a small trinket store owned by a handsome, hardworking and humble goldsmith/weaver.
While in this tiny shop, known as Shoppe Solenaro, Bubbles' eyes (and Addison's nose) were suddenly drawn to a shiny, glowing
object in a dimly lit corner of the shop. Bubbles walked toward a dusty shelf and was struck by the sheer beauty of what laid upon the
ledge. There perched a magnificent bracelet of ebony horse hair, lustrous black and white pearls and glistening sterling silver.
"Surely this must be a magic bracelet", she thought to herself.
Carefully she slipped the bracelet over her hand and onto her wrist. The fit was perfect. Bubbles inspected the bracelet from every
conceivable angle, under every light and next to every fiber of her outfit. The attraction grew. "I must have this bracelet. Surely it was
constructed by the horse Gods and will bring me good luck", she whispered. Arrangements were made with the accommodating jewelry
merchant for the bracelet to be putin a secret hiding place until Bubbles (and her protector) could return to claim the bracelet for herself
and all eternity.
As the centuries passed, Shoppe Solenaro grew so large that it needed its own zip code. But ever true to his word, and still just as nice
as he had been when just a poor horse trainer, the humble Merchant of Shoppe Solenaro kept the beautiful magic bracelet in the secret
hiding place awaiting the return of the weary traveler.
Then in the third century BC, while the shopkeeper was pruning roses by the dirt road in front of Shoppe Solenaro, a dreary darkness
descended first upon the village, then the region and eventually throughout all the lands of Baptistonia. Few had set to stone or even
remembered the Prophecy of the Broken Time. It had been foreseen,shortly after time began, that "an era of darkness and destruction
would befall a great kingdom in the East" and that "awesome degrees of breakage, erosion and tarnishment would set into every occasion
and all things of beauty and in all the corners". Broken would remain the spirit of man until such time that the light of life could be restored
by the eternal power of the Light of the Pendant. Sorrowful tears were shed by men, women and children as all those things wonderful
began to wilt and warp. All works of art and triumphant toils, brittle with wretched rust, crumbled and rotted and broke. And so too, in a
very secret place known only to the humble shopkeeper, out of sight and out of mind, the beautiful, magical Moon and Stars Bracelet was
thus overcome by the carnage. Only that sort of pain brought about by a broken heart could have rivaled that which went unseen and
unspoken and unknown...the bracelet broke.
In two pieces, evenly divided, no matter by a hair or a thousand million cubits, once glowing and charmed and inspired, the magic was
gone. And there the two halves would forever remain save the one thing that could restore all the things of beauty...the mysterious power
of the Light of the Pendant.
Years became decades as the Baptisonians settled into lives of gloom filled gray days of sadness and sorrow. Life continued without art
or music or laughter or beauty or adornment of any sort. Only broken things remained. But life did go on by virtue of necessity and so
too was there always hope. Homes were cleaned, children learned, people ate and worked and tended to their things. One day while
out on the street feeding the hungry, the handsome shopkeeper was struck in the head by a horseshoe that was thrown by a passing plow
horse. Although the tough and talented man nicely healed from the wound, his long term memory was gone forever. Then, just a few
weeks later, a woman traveler with Beagle dog in tow startled the merchant of Shoppe Solenaro. What was even more striking than the
ferocity with which the beast gazed upon the mesmerized shopkeeper was the sight of that which laid around the traveler's neck. There,
unseen for decades was a piece of jewelry. Suspended by delicate, intricate spheres of beautiful black hair was a miraculous medallion,
a pendant that shone with a light of indescribable iridescence.
And unlike the round horse hair circles that secured the pendant to her neck, the pendant cradled what seemed to be the same hair, only
plaited into a stunning flat fabric that indeed must have been spun by the horse Gods. Dotting the silver stars of the pendant were lustrous
white pearls that resembled moons in the night time sky. And at its center, suspended by impossibly tiny round plaits of horse hair, was
a glorious silver black pearl from the a far away land called Tahiti. "I have come for the magic bracelet" she announced to the humble and
confused man. Alas he of course had no recollection of the bracelet and certainly no knowledge of its location. "Why have you chosen to
disturb the dull drums of my day? But for a blow to the head I recall only those things that are of the recent past." disclosed the merchant.
As the woman traveler spoke, a strangely wonderful tale of hope emerged in the dimness of Shoppe Solenaro.
"My name is Bubbles and this is my companion and protector Addison", the woman continued. "Many, many, many, many, many, many,
many years ago I came upon a magical bracelet in your shop of wondrous and original jewelry trinkets. At the time, payment couldn't be
rendered because alas I had forgotten my checkbook. You took pity on my predicament and agreed to hold the bracelet safe until I returned
to complete the transaction. While on the way to the post office to mail you a check I happened upon an old scroll which had en scribed upon
its papyrus pages a foreboding story called the Prophecy of the Broken Time. As I read the story I knew I had been en burdened with the
one thing that would bring wholeness back to the broken and light back to the darkened once the prophecy came to pass. It was then that I
began my journey to find the pendant you see lay upon my bodice. This medallion possesses the power of eternal light, known to the ancient
seers as the Light of the Pendant. Once precisely positioned inside the magical Moon and Stars Bracelet you so generously agreed to hold for
me a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, time ago, a divine beacon of light filled with love and life and laughter will beam from its center and
fill every space and corner of the land." And with that, Bubbles pulled from under Addison's collar a tattered and faded parchment scroll that
contained among other markings the following image:
"So you see my friend, without the Magic Moon and Stars Bracelet, the Light of the Pendant cannot deliver us from this Broken Time.
The two pieces must be joined. It is only then that laughter and light and love will return to the lands and to our lives.
STAY ??? TUNED
Well, centuries have passed and the story of the magic bracelet has grown. The legend is known throughout all the kingdoms and all
the lands and among all the peoples of the world. It is now widely believed that should the magic bracelet ever be found: luck,
prosperity and great power will be bestowed upon anyone who finds and wears the magic bracelet.
The End
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