the original story is from Grimm's Fairy tales
*…………* - original story
*There was once a poor woman who had two children, and the youngest went out
everyday into the forest to fetsh wood.*
"now, Heero," the mother said to her son, "go and get some wood but don't go
too far. And only take what you can carry. Ok?"
"Ok mother. I won't go too far." heero told his mother
Heero started twards the forest. as he went down the path, he looked back
and waved at his mother.
*Once when he had strayed far away looking for branches, a child that was
small, but strong and heakthy, camed to him and helped to pick up the wood,
and carried the bundles up to the house; but in less that a moment, he was
gone.*
"great!" heero started. "now how an i gunna get these up to the house."
like magic, a boy about his won age came up to him.
"Need a hand?"
"yea can you help me get this wood up to the house?"
"Ok!" the other boy said. As heero took a closer look he say that the boy
had beautiful violet eyes. As they started up to the house, the talked.
"So, whats your name?" The boy asked.
"Heero. Oh, you can put the wood here, um. What is your name?"
"Duo."
"Oh, well you can put the wood here Duo."
Heero turned to thank Duo but when he looked back around, Duo was nowear to
be found.
*The child told his mother of this but she would not believe it.*
"Heero, how could he just dissapear? you know that it is impossible."
"Mom. That's what happened."
"If you say so. Now be a dear and go wash up for dinner."
*At last the child brought home a rose, and told his mother that the other
child had given it to him, and that he had said that when the rose was in
full bloon then he would come again*
"Oi! Heero! Over here!"
"Duo wehere did you go?"
"Home. Anyway need help again?"
"Yea. hey where do you live? Maby you could come over to play if you live
near."
"Heero, i don't live that close. Buy tell 'ya what." As Duo said this, with
his free hand he picked a rose off a bush. "When this rose is in full bloom,
i will come again and take you to my home. Ok?"
"Ok i can't wate!"
*One morning the child did not get out of bead, and the mother went to him
and found hin dead. But he lay looking quite happy and pleased, and the
rose that morning was in full bloom.