A woman, who has never experienced what it feels like to be beautiful, takes manners into her own hands in all the wrong ways. She discovers the true meaning of beauty and helps others gain happiness ( and long, beautiful, hair along the way) in the Comic saga of the WG DEFENDER. The tale begins below...
I was working for a very wealthy woman. I loved the old woman. She had never wronged me. Never so much as an insult had she given me. For her money, I had no desire. I think it was…her hair! Yes, it was this! Her hair resembled that of a luxurious ebony sash- its wondrous glow a constant reminder of my own shamefully baldhead. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the hair of this lucky woman, and thus make myself a wig like non other had seen before! TRUE! Coveting is a grave sin, but I simply could not help myself. Every day, in all consuming envy, I would watch her brush her soft locks. She would summon me to wash her hair. I would see her put her hair in beautiful styles, each one even more regal than the last.
You should have seen how wisely I proceeded- with what caution –with what foresight, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old woman than during the whole week before I shaved every last beautiful tempting lock from her head. And one night at about midnight, I turned the latch of her door and opened it oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I peered in at the woman to see if any little sound had disturbed her from her blissful sleep. I then slid into the room as silent as a lioness after her prey. Scissors gleaming in hand, I came upon her full head of hair and snipped a ringlet from the back of her head. Luckily, she was sleeping on her stomach comfortably nestled in between the sheets with her hair easily accessible almost as if she wanted me just to take it. And this I did for seven long nights. Every night just at midnight and every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into her room and spoke courageously to her, calling her by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how she had passed the night. Looking just as surprised as she when she began realizing her hair was rapidly disappearing.
Upon the eighth night, I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. Never before that night, had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little and she not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I slid in as I had done all the previous nights and I clipped the remaining locks of hair and was just about to make my escape when lo and behold the scissors slipped from my hand and made a thunderous clatter on the floor. The clueless woman sprang up and saw who the culprit of her barren head really was. Before I could do anything, to my utter shock and horror I saw her transform in front of me into some kind of witch. She started grumbling a slew of words I could not understand. I tried to run away but realized I was paralyzed. She must have cast a spell on me. O how smart I thought I was, how stupid I thought of she. Little did I know just how much trouble I had chopped my way into. She took me and shoved me into a secret chamber in her room. I was so afraid! I was not sure what she was going to do with me. She locked the door behind her and I thought my life was about to be over. I wanted to close my eyes so as not to witness what was about to happen but I could not. I saw her frantically looking around the room for something, what, I could not imagine.
She finally stopped at a mysterious box. She brought the box over to me and told me to open it. I did as she commanded and found a bottle inside. She told me to pour the contents on my head. I did. Suddenly, I felt my head tingly like I had never felt before. It felt as if my scalp was teaming with life. I passed out and have no idea what transpired the rest of the night. I woke un a strange place I had never been before with a full head of hair and a note in a basket. It read: That bottle contained special oil, you wanted my hair so badly, but you could not ask me outright how I got it. Instead, you tried to steal mine. Well you have a full head of hair now, but you may never show your face through your hair again. You are now responsible for giving other men and women a chance at soft, beautiful, shiny and thick hair. I have cast a spell upon you, a spell of ages. You can travel to any era in time but your sole mission is to give to people what you tried to take from me. For your misdeeds and covetousness, you have been transformed into the WG Defender.
I read and reread that note, I couldn’t understand how all this would happen. What is the WG Defender? How could I travel in time? Where was I? I looked into the basket and saw there were many bottles like the one she put on my head the night before. There was written on the bottles another message: You are the Wild Growth Defender (WG Defender); every time you fulfill your mission, you will be transported to a new time with the ever-replenished supply of Wild Growth Hair Oil.
I touched my head and felt that I had a full head of lush hair! But I could never show my face for the shame of my past with the witch.
Episode 1
Episode 4 coming soon!