soo, I kinda got bored and this idea just formed in my head and it was short and straightforward so I decided to write it down even though I have another story in the making. enjoy

P.S. I had to upload this again because of a few errors at the end of the story. Why, you ask? Because I've been thinking for a long time that it would be a good idea to go into more detail with the plot, and make another that is a story, not a bedtime story, based on this. So I started at the end, to motivate me, and then I realized that the dates were wrong and the bombings in the UK didn't really go into 1944 (as I had written) as much. Or so Wikipedia tells me. Well, yeah, I'm writing another one based on this. Keep a weather eye on the horizon.

"Momma, why's my name Nymphadora?" A little girl in a pink button up shirt and blue overalls tugged on her mother's skirt. "Well, why don't you ask your father that?"

The five-year-old ran to her father, who was sitting on the couch reading The Daily Prophet. She plopped down next to him, and he ruffled her spiky blue-black hair. "Hmm, why did I name you Nymphadora? I thought it was a very pretty name, for a very pretty little girl."

"Daddy!" whined Nymphadora, "Why did you really name me that? Tell me the truth!" she demanded.

"Can I tell a fairytale first?"

"Yes. If you'll tell me why you named me Nymphadora."

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman. More beautiful than any woman in the whole wide world. Any man who saw her swore she was not human. She wasn't. She was a goddess, the goddess of love, and her name was Aphrodite.

"Now, a very long time ago, she lived in Greece. But she and her family and her friends and even her enemies continued to move west. For a while they lived in Rome, then she traveled throughout Europe, then they continued to England near the beginning of the century. She—,"

"Dad, what's a century?" Dora asked.

"A hundred years. She was at the barbershop one day, getting her hair cut. A man named Thomas was doing her hair, and they started talking. He, like all other men, thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he was brave enough to ask her to dinner. She accepted.

"That night, Thomas decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman. Aphrodite felt the same way. A year from then, they were married. It was a big ceremony. Every single member of her large family was invited. Her stepfather was a prominent figure in the community, and many citizens were there too. Thomas' family was a lot smaller, but they still came.

"And it was a magnificent wedding. It was at the end of spring, and all the flowers were blooming. She wore a thin golden laurel crown, and a shimmering satin dress. It was held in a field out of town, and when night fell, all the stars were shining as if the constellations themselves were smiling down upon them.

"Out of all the men she had ever loved in her life, she loved this one the most. Aphrodite planned to stay with him for eternity. But she was immortal, and he was not. He knew this, and they both knew they could not be together that long. Still, they lived together happily and tried to make the most of the time they had together.

"They did not live a glamorous life, Thomas being a simple barber, but Aphrodite couldn't care less. He was the love of her life.

"Within the next year, they had a beautiful baby boy. They named him Jordan. He had blue eyes that were the color of the sky but sparkled like the sea, and rich, honey-colored hair like his mother. Other than that, he looked exactly like his father.

"By the fall of that year, a great war had broken out, between all the countries in the world. Aphrodite's parents decided they were not safe in England, and planned to move to America with their extensive family. They barely had enough money for themselves, for tickets to America were expensive. Aphrodite's siblings and their families worked as hard as they could, because everyone wanted to go.

"Now, Thomas and Aphrodite were even more poor, and barely had enough money for one ticket, much less two. Thomas could not go, and Aphrodite refused to go without him. However, Thomas made her go and take Jordan with her, for Jordan's safety. They vowed to meet again in America once he had to money to make it over there. And so, she left him, both of them heartbroken."

"Daddy? I don't like this story. It's too sad. She shouldn't have to leave him alone at all," said Dora as she climbed onto her father's lap.

"I know, honey. Sometimes, life is like that."

"I don't want to hear any more of this story."

"Okay. If you want me to tell you more, just ask me."

so, if you like it, plz review. If you don't like it, review anyways! thanks!