The Tempest

The gorgeous, bright, orange-yellow fire ball sun was slowly setting down onto

the sea, shining its beautiful colours. It was a calm moment. The lovely songs

of the crashing waves of the sea were sending the boat away to Italy. Out of the corner of her eye, Miranda saw her father standing alone , looking back at the island. Slowly she crept towards her father (Prospero), resting her head on his shoulder. Suddenly, a thought ran through Miranda's mind: why was my father, who was often so kind-hearted, treat that beast Caliban terribly?

"Father," she questioned "why were you so mean spirited to Caliban?" Prospero sighed and started talking

"First Miranda, you must understand that me and Caliban shared a horrible relationship."

To be continued...

by Zena