He spent his days sitting by the window silently watching the youn women pass by. He used them as models for his marionettes, the beautiful ones. He had made hundreds of them, yet not one had satisfied him completely. And so, he spent more time at the window, waiting for the right one to happen by.
During the window gazing session, he noticed a young woman sitting alone on a bench in front of his house. She had a mysterious aura surrounding her. Her figure was hidden by her black coat and her face was hidden behind her hood. All he could see were her pearly white hands and her long, silky, light-brown hair.
The woman made a habit of sitting there all day, vanishing in the wee hours and reppearing again the next morning. The marionette maker watched her intently from day to day. The moment their eyes locked, he instantly fell for her.
But this was not to be a simple tale of true love., for the woman was in fact an elf, who had a run away from the elven kingdom. For what reason, the marionette maker did not know. He loved her so much that he no longer cared about his home, his friends, not even his beloved marionettes. His life became more colorful and meaningful each day, as his elf friend taught him how to value life and how to love someone.
The townspeople began to notice him because he was coming out of his house every day, and they befriended him. His beautiful marionettes also became popular items and some folks even bought some from him for a good price. The marionette maker and the elf lived their life joyfully, and fell more deeply in love with each other.
However , their relationship did not last long. The elf's family came one day to take he rhome to marry her with her own cousin., whom she had been betrothed to since long before she was born. They tried to stay together, but what could a human and an elf do againts the mightiest elf clan in the world? The two were separated for good.
Brokenhearted, the marionette maker shut him-self up inside inside his old house once more, refusing to see the sun and his friends in the village.
A month passed, and the reclause marionette maker still had not recovered. He decided to make one last marionette that resembled his beloved elf. He set about carving it with all his heart, pouring his memory and her sweetness into it. He worked night and day. It was the most beautiful marionette he had ever nade and it looked exactly like her.
The marionette posed his last creation on a luxurious antique chair for all to see instead of inside the cabinet that housed all his other creations. The very next day he moved out of the village and settled in an isolated place, where he would live quitely for the rest of his life, leaving the painful memory behind.
Meanwhile, in the elf kingdom...
After the elf had given birth to a baby girl, she died, killed by an unknown, evil force. Her spirit flew back to the old house of her sweetheart, which had been unoccupied for a long time.
Searching and searching, she could not find anything left by him, except the marionettes and her replica. Saddened, she entered the body of the marionette and remained there forever, waiting for him with a tiny speck of hope.
The spirit is not evil, still the townsfolk avoid the house. Sometimes, they say, they hear an eerie, soft voice, a cry of the spirit who was still waiting for her loved one to return until this day.
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