Santiago made his way back to the small village, close to where he spent time with his sheep, to see the gypsy woman who had told him of his future. The village had changed very little. As he walked towards the narrow street he saw a woman sitting by the village well, she was talking to another woman and smiling.
He overheard her saying that she had gotten married a few months ago to the butcher’s son and that she was very happy. As Santiago passed he noticed that it was the girl that he had once fantasised about while he was a Shepard returning books to the bookstore, she was the merchants daughter.
Santiago made his way through the coloured beads and sat at the table just as he had done the last time. The image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus still sat on the table as if time had never passed. The old gypsy woman greeted him, sat in the second chair and began to pray as she did every day at that time.
“So young man, tell me of the dream you lived and the destiny followed,” she said as she looked from under her hat.
Santiago began to tell his story to the old woman, starting from the moment he first met her. The gypsy woman was enchanted by all the places and things the boy had seen and experienced since he left her door.
“So you found your treasure right under your nose, the powers that be work in mysterious ways. And now I would like my one tenth.” She placed a bucket on the table and Santiago filled it with precious jewels. The old woman stood up, smiled and surprised the boy as she danced the dance of a young woman, throwing her hat into the air and praising the image of the sacred heart.
“Go now boy, you are still young and have a lot more to do in your lifetime. I have to prepare dinner for my daughter.”
Santiago stood up and began to make his way to the door.
“Wait,” the gypsy woman called, “I do not want these they are not treasure.”
She placed two stones into Santiago’s pocket. When he reached the main square Santiago put his hand in his pocket to see what the old woman had given back to him. It was Urim and Thummim, the white and black stones that that came from the Kings breastplate. The gypsy was right Santiago still had a lot of work to do in his long life.
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I have to think about it for some more time. I am thankful to the author
Alla
Nice one.Kealen
Ok Kealan, now I got it. Is a new idea, and I was not aware. I see. Sorry than, thanks for understanding,really. I will see the blog. Thanks again, bye
Love
Alexandra(sparkle).
P.S. Dont know what to do with the name…
I like that the first love of Santiago is not forgotten – but revisited and remembered… after all, that WAS to be his life, his destiny… until all changed.
An interesting reflection on The Alchemist, Kealan.
Dear Karen; I have two more Alchemist short stories in my head waiting to be written! Be warned they are on the way!
Dear Karen,
There is no right and wrong in a story. Kealan could have chosen to end the story in a myriad of ways, does not mean that one is Right but merely what He chose for his story!
Cheers.
Dear Kealan,
By intuitive inspired magic, you got the ending of the Alchemist completely right.
It had to be the gypsy who gives him back the stones – the omens and blessings for the next phase of his journey.
Carry on writing.
Karen xxxxxxxxxxx
bright_light_sparkle, if you go to my blog you will see it is a fanfiction website, which means I write just like the original author. It is a piece of fiction based on the writings and methodology of Coelho's work. If you read 'Veronica Decides to live' on my blog you will see if follows the same type of writing as is in that book, or for example Master of The Light, is based on Warrior of the Light. It is quiet difficult to adapt my writing style in this way. Thank you for your feedback
Here is my blog http://paulocoelhofanfiction.wordpress.com/
Ahhhhh, What you mean “the cage of the lion”, Mirela?
Else, Vienna is a wonderful city, after being there few times, I had dreams about that city many times. Have a nice trip than, bye
Kealan, it's beautiful. I had read this on your blog! Congrats on getting it on Paulo Coelho's blog!
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LOve you my DEAR SANTIAGO!
Don't worry you have only one cm. to achieve it!
KEALAN YOU ARE A VERY GREAT NARATOR-THANK YOU -
YOUR SOUL is tuching me deep and deep!
LOVE,
MIRELA(the woman in l…)
P.S.Now I have to travell .. to the cage OF THE LYON(VIENNA)!WISH ME GOOD LUCK!
Love,
Mirela(the woman in l….)
The gypsy was right Santiago still had a lot of work to do in his long life…
Thank you Kealan.. You are right. For as long as we breath and are alive we sill have a lot of work to do… and learn the road of LOVE.
Thelma x