The Treasured Tears

Things always happened when I cried. It has been like this since I was young. Sometimes it was a gift and other times it was a curse. Lately, however, my tears have yet to bring me hope.

The last time I cried it brought chaos.

It was the middle of the night when I heard a gunshot. I was awoken from my slumber. It was a terrifying thing to wake up to, I heard another.

I walked out of my room and cautiously walked down the hallway. I got to the end and peeked out.

Then I saw it.

“Dad!” I ran towards the fallen body that I now recognized as my father, mother was sobbing next to him grabbing at his wound.

He wasn’t breathing, I looked up at the intruder and saw my uncle. “How could you do this? We trusted you!” He smirked and grabbed at me, “I’ll be taking you.”

A tear rolled down my cheek, I felt a slight burn. I was helpless. Uncle Terry raised his shotgun once more, “No!”

Mother collapsed.

Then I was brought here.

“Tonight we have a slightly unusual item for the house today!” a booming voice rang in my ears. “This human girl may look average but she is quite the opposite! For you see she has magical tears!”

I was in the middle of the stage with a bright spotlight being shown on me. I felt something stab me in my side. Tears pricked my eyes. Mom, Dad, I miss you. I was stabbed again. My tears spilled over. The drops of tears landed and the area that they landed on started growing flowers. I looked at my side, it wasn’t bleeding. I looked back up at the audience. The room was dark but just enough to somewhat see them. They all wore masks and formal clothing. It looked to be a small ballroom, something that only special V.I.Ps were able to enter in.

“We’ll be starting at one million!” gasps sounded throughout the room. “Now now, we know it’s a bit on the pricey side HOWEVER she is a one of the kind!” I then began seeing people raise their paddles, each time the fan went up the number went up by thousands.

“Sold, 5 million, to a man with the purple coat!”

The light went out and a bag was shoved onto my head. I pulled by the chain on my wrist. I was being led somewhere but I didn’t know where, my only assumption was to have a private room for my new “owner.” Just thinking that my freedom was stripped even more than it already has makes me want to puke and cry.

The bag was violently ripped from my head, I was then shoved into a tub of water. I didn’t have enough time to breathe before I was scrubbed head to toe. I felt somewhat relieved that the dirt and grim were off of me but I felt violated at the protrusion that the older woman did without any care for my own privacy. I had almost forgotten that my freedom was stripped from me. Each scrub she did felt painful, and I barely held back from crying. I was taken out of the bath and then dried. She braided my hair and then clothed me with what seemed to be somewhat familiar to ancient greek yet not. I was shivering from how much skin I was showing. I was chained once more.

I was brought into an amazingly gaudy golden room, “Sit on the couch, your master will arrive shortly so stay still till that time comes.” Her emotionless and strict tone was enchanting, I could not disobey her words. “Yes, mame,” I sat on the couch, I did not make a single movement no matter how much I wanted to.

The door busted open, a chubby short man in a purple coat came running in through the door. He ran up to me and his hug arms wrapped around me into a hug, it was uncomfortable and tight with how much strength he gave into the hug. “Finally I have you, my Golden Goose!” He took a step back and held onto my arms and looked up and down at me. He gave a smile and gave me a small pat “I knew I chose the right outfit, those scrubs did you no good! That five million is worth it!

“Let’s get going, shall we?” He grabbed the end of my chain and began dragging me with him. I didn’t know how to feel about this, all the signals he sent left me confused. He was nice to me yet treated me like an object, a prized one nevertheless. “Sir, she must be blindfolded if you are to go through the secret way.” The woman piped in. I was blindfolded once more.

I was pulled this way and that before we finally stopped, “prepare the teleport.” The what? I was pulled into the man. I then heard some chanting and started feeling nauseous, pain soon came after. I collapsed onto the floor. Crying through the pain. “Ah, they did tell me that you are a lot more sensitive to pain.” He pulled off the blind fold and my tears became sold and clonked onto the ground. I cried and cried and the pile grew taller and taller. “Oh? Is this solid gold?”

I finally stopped crying and looked around. I seemed to be in a huge entrance way. Just from the entrance I could tell that the building, no, castle is far greater than even the Palace of Versailles. The walls were made from white marble and everything was outlined in gold. The entrance was made entirely out of gold.

There were two guards standing besides each side, “Greeting, Your Highness!” They bowed and opened the doors, “Announcing Prince Oboth Dracon The III of the Draconian Empire!” The doors opened and revealed a very golden and artsy entrance way. There were a line of people on each side. I say “people” but that’s not very accurate. Some looked like mythical creatures that many stories are written about and others I don’t even recognize. I was confused, although I had this ability I never considered what else was out there, I should have known that there would be other things out there. I’m not special, that thought made me feel somewhat relieved.

The amount of turns we took made me feel dizzy but as we went on I started noticing the decoration. If not made from gold it was made out of other precious material. None of it matching but it showed the greed that this man had.

“My golden goose.”

He whispered over and over.

He had plans for me but if he were to know my tears were more bad then good I’m sure he’d turn sour. His fingers covered in rings, some with jagged edges. I felt a shiver down my spine and he felt it. His eyes pierced my soul and he knew that.

The two continued to walk farther and farther into this mans endless castle. Because of this man’s greed and pride his castle expanded out becoming its own city. Perhaps it was because he was a dragon that his greed rivaled the most greediest of demons but it wasn’t because of that. It’s just how he is and the way he is made him seek her out, the girl with the miracle tears.

He looked back at the girl, the terror in her eyes delighted him. He knew that although she had this power she lived a ignorant human life so she had no clue who he was. Yet She was still terrified of him, not because of what she knows of him but because of how powerful he is. His pride shooting through the skies he started walking a little faster and his smile grew bigger.

Her feet started to ache and the chains on her ankles started to cut into her skin. They then arrived to their destination. An opened room with minimum decoration and a skylight shinning down towards the center of the room revealing a human sized bird cage, it dawned on her, what- no- who it was for.

She stopped in her tracks but with a quick tug she was thrust forward towards the cage. She was a golden goose that was captured by the giant. She will forever be trapped in this cage and forever used for her golden eggs.