The Girl Who Changed Her Fate 

Illustrated By: Emma Leeper

Once there was a widow who was puzzled why no suitors came to court her three charming daughters.

One day, a very old woman who was known to understand such goings-on came to the widow's house. The widow offered the old woman tea and sweets and asked her why no suitors came to call.

"Truly it is hard to say," said the old woman, "yet it can only mean one thing. One of your daughters must be ill-fated. As long as she stays in the house, no suitors will come to call."

The widow gasped. "That cannot be!" Then she said in barely a whisper, "Which one?"

"That I cannot tell you," said the old woman. "But you can be sure of this. The one who sleeps on both of her hands is the one who is ill-fated."

As darkness fell and her three daughters went to bed, the widow dreaded what she must do. First she visited her oldest daughter's bed and saw that she was sleeping soundly on her back. Then she went to her middle daughter's bed and saw that she was sleeping on her stomach. The widow, her heart pounding, ventured to her youngest daughter's bed. There with horror she saw that her dear youngest daughter Elena, breathing evenly, was sleeping on both of her hands.

The widow felt weak. She sat on the bedside and wept silently. Her tears fell on Elena's hands and the girl awakened.

The widow sat on the bedside and wept silently.

"Mother!" the girl cried. "What's the matter?"

The mother could not bear to tell the girl the truth. "Why it's nothing, nothing at all," she said through her tears.

Elena insisted. Finally the mother shared with her what the old woman had said.

"Then I must go," said the girl firmly. Her mother protested, saying what the old woman had said was probably nothing at all. But no matter what the mother said, the girl continued to pack. At last, seeing she could not stop her daughter from leaving, the mother packed for her a large basket of food and kissed her on the cheek.

As the mother sadly watched Elena walk away, suitors approached the house with gifts for her sisters.

Elena traveled far and wide. Always she got a job, but always the job ended in disaster because of her ill-fate. Finally, she met a Queen who took a liking to the girl.

"Surely you must be ill-fated," said the Queen, shaking her head at the girl's latest disaster. "There is only one thing you can do."

"There is something I can do?" asked the girl in amazement.  She did not know there was anything one can do about an ill-fate.

The Queen said firmly, "You must find your fate. All the fates live in the mountains far beyond. You must find the one that is yours. And she must accept a gift from you. Once your fate accepts a gift from you, you will no longer be ill-fated."

With hope, Elena left for the distant mountains. After a long journey, she arrived at the one where all the fates of the world lived. Some of the fates were lovely to look at, others as hideous as could be. "Are you my fate?" Elena asked each one in turn. Some politely smiled "no." Others scoffed and laughed at her. She went on, one after another.

Finally she saw a fate that looked somewhat like her, but her face was grotesquely twisted. Her hair was wild and she stared at Elena, making her very feel uncomfortable.

Her hair was wild and she stared at Elena, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Elena whispered, "Are YOU my fate?" frightened to know what must be true.

Elena's fate laughed and stared at her in such a way that Elena knew that she had found the right one. Elena offered her some bread, but the creature cursed her and threw handfuls of dirt in her face. When the bizarre creature was laughing so loudly her mouth was wide open, Elena quickly threw a piece of bread and it landed in her mouth. As the hideous fate chomped on the bread, her face softened. She said, "Well now that's not so bad, not bad at all."

Elena's fate threw her a silk ball.

Her fate told the girl that if anyone wanted the silk thread, she must demand its weight in gold. Then she abruptly turned around and left.

Delighted, Elena returned to the castle. A young man heard about her silk thread and asked to buy it for his sister's wedding. Elena said that, in exchange, she must have its weight in gold. Yet no matter how much gold he piled on the scale for payment, it was never enough. 

"Well now, maybe I'll try this!" he said, stepping onto the scale.  At once, the scale balanced perfectly.  "It seems like good fate has brought me here for this thread," he said. 

"Yes," said the girl with a smile, "that and our own doing."

From then on, the girl enjoyed one turn of good fate after another, and she lived happily after after.