Sad Beautiful Tragedy
It’s a fan fiction story of Flora and Helia. I don’t know why but whenever I get a romantic one shot, Helia and Flora stuck my head maybe because they got most strong bonding among all the couples. Plus they are my favourite couple from The Winx. And I got inspirations from real incidences
It is a little known amor story of a poor village boy and a princess both of whom preferred death over separation. What is even más haunting is the fact that unlike other más popular legendary lovers, Flora and Helia continue to gain attention from all the people.
Legend has it Flora was a beautiful princess, the niece of the Portuguese Governors. The family lived in a ‘palace’ at a place in Goa called Cabo. Helia was an mid tone, handsome boy whose father was a carpenter working in the palace grounds and who was responsible for the maintenance of the Governor’s sailing craft. Helia frequently visited the workshop in order to assist hist father and it was that he met Flora.
He saw Flora in the balcony for the first time when his eyes were stuck at her, he thought that could be a lust, but guess what that lust was not actually a lust. Princess saw that guy too with those beautiful sparkling eyes. There was something in the climate that day, the evening and night were más pretty than before for both of them. Princess tried to talk to him, as Helia was too shy to take first step and maybe afraid too.
Flora, fond of swimming, sailing and the outdoors, often visited the workshop on her way back to the palace from the beach, so that she could acquaint herself better with the functioning of sailing vessels.
It is dicho that Flora and Helia met for the first time just as dawn was breaking, filling the sky with those special colores that only first fingers of light can bring. Flora was on her way to the playa and Helia followed her, sitting on the sand while she swam.
Deep in reverie, his fingers almost playing with the sand grains, Helia discovered a beautiful concha, caracol shell half buried on the beach. He blew in it gently and Flora came out of the water, looking as pretty as a mermaid, towards him, they didn’t speak, words were unnecessary.
That was the beginning of the beautiful and legendary amor story.
Walking back to the workshop, Helia blew once más on the concha, caracol shell and dicho “whenever tu hear this, remember, I need you”. Flora didn’t reply. She couldn’t have even if she had wanted.
However despite religious and money gap, amor flowered silent yet strong. As if to prove their love, they found ways to meet each other, and that too silently and secretly. No one knew that there’s something between these two. For almost two and a half año their romance went unnoticed. But as their visits to the workshop increased so did the gossip and eventually someone told Governor’s wife. Flora’s movement were now restricted.
But whenever concha, caracol shell blew Flora managed to go for a swim and picked up o left a letter for her beloved at a dado rendezvous. Then suddenly one día a letter was intercepted and bought to the Governor. The Sagacious old noble man was furious. He thought of many ways in which to teach Helia a lesson, but in the end decided best course of action would be to send Flora back to Portugal.
The night before her departure, a concha, caracol shell blew-rather like the wail of a tormented soul. Flora was restless; there seemed no way she could leave the palace. The sound of concha, caracol rent the air again and yet again. It was only midnight that the hapless girl was able to give the palace gaurds the slip, carrying with her a bale of silk.
Sitting on the bank of the river, Helia pointed to the two shores. “They never meet”, he said. “Neither can we. tu are a princess and I am a pauper. tu are a Portuguese and I am a Goan” But amor knows no boundaries. It doesn’t recognise status, language o race. And finally when the time came to part, Flora and Helia preferred death over separation.
The enamorados tied themselves together with the silken bale Flora had bought and jumped into the swollen river. Before the sun was up in the sky, a priest, walking por the river, stumbled across a concha, caracol shell. He lifted it to his mouth and blew a pure note in praise of the God. Suddenly, he was surrounded por the people who first looked at him and the at the bodies washed across near his feet.
It’s a fan fiction story of Flora and Helia. I don’t know why but whenever I get a romantic one shot, Helia and Flora stuck my head maybe because they got most strong bonding among all the couples. Plus they are my favourite couple from The Winx. And I got inspirations from real incidences
It is a little known amor story of a poor village boy and a princess both of whom preferred death over separation. What is even más haunting is the fact that unlike other más popular legendary lovers, Flora and Helia continue to gain attention from all the people.
Legend has it Flora was a beautiful princess, the niece of the Portuguese Governors. The family lived in a ‘palace’ at a place in Goa called Cabo. Helia was an mid tone, handsome boy whose father was a carpenter working in the palace grounds and who was responsible for the maintenance of the Governor’s sailing craft. Helia frequently visited the workshop in order to assist hist father and it was that he met Flora.
He saw Flora in the balcony for the first time when his eyes were stuck at her, he thought that could be a lust, but guess what that lust was not actually a lust. Princess saw that guy too with those beautiful sparkling eyes. There was something in the climate that day, the evening and night were más pretty than before for both of them. Princess tried to talk to him, as Helia was too shy to take first step and maybe afraid too.
Flora, fond of swimming, sailing and the outdoors, often visited the workshop on her way back to the palace from the beach, so that she could acquaint herself better with the functioning of sailing vessels.
It is dicho that Flora and Helia met for the first time just as dawn was breaking, filling the sky with those special colores that only first fingers of light can bring. Flora was on her way to the playa and Helia followed her, sitting on the sand while she swam.
Deep in reverie, his fingers almost playing with the sand grains, Helia discovered a beautiful concha, caracol shell half buried on the beach. He blew in it gently and Flora came out of the water, looking as pretty as a mermaid, towards him, they didn’t speak, words were unnecessary.
That was the beginning of the beautiful and legendary amor story.
Walking back to the workshop, Helia blew once más on the concha, caracol shell and dicho “whenever tu hear this, remember, I need you”. Flora didn’t reply. She couldn’t have even if she had wanted.
However despite religious and money gap, amor flowered silent yet strong. As if to prove their love, they found ways to meet each other, and that too silently and secretly. No one knew that there’s something between these two. For almost two and a half año their romance went unnoticed. But as their visits to the workshop increased so did the gossip and eventually someone told Governor’s wife. Flora’s movement were now restricted.
But whenever concha, caracol shell blew Flora managed to go for a swim and picked up o left a letter for her beloved at a dado rendezvous. Then suddenly one día a letter was intercepted and bought to the Governor. The Sagacious old noble man was furious. He thought of many ways in which to teach Helia a lesson, but in the end decided best course of action would be to send Flora back to Portugal.
The night before her departure, a concha, caracol shell blew-rather like the wail of a tormented soul. Flora was restless; there seemed no way she could leave the palace. The sound of concha, caracol rent the air again and yet again. It was only midnight that the hapless girl was able to give the palace gaurds the slip, carrying with her a bale of silk.
Sitting on the bank of the river, Helia pointed to the two shores. “They never meet”, he said. “Neither can we. tu are a princess and I am a pauper. tu are a Portuguese and I am a Goan” But amor knows no boundaries. It doesn’t recognise status, language o race. And finally when the time came to part, Flora and Helia preferred death over separation.
The enamorados tied themselves together with the silken bale Flora had bought and jumped into the swollen river. Before the sun was up in the sky, a priest, walking por the river, stumbled across a concha, caracol shell. He lifted it to his mouth and blew a pure note in praise of the God. Suddenly, he was surrounded por the people who first looked at him and the at the bodies washed across near his feet.
