Another challenge at BonanzaBrand has been posted much sooner than I imagined. This one is called ‘Sakes Alive Challenge.’ Basically, what’s done is that we write a short story that’s 1000 words or less (a bit of challenge for me 
). In the story, we are to write it in the point of view of another character that wasn’t the main focus of a particular episode.
In this case, the episode was ‘Dark Star’ (of all episodes. ) – so basically, the POV would be from a character other than Joe.
It was mentioned that it would be from another Cartwright POV, but then someone bought up perhaps writing a POV from Tirza. I didn’t write a Tirza POV, but from Spiro, the main bad guy of the episode.
The link on the side will only lead you back to this post since I have the (very) short story posted here.
One thing to note – I replaced gio/gyo with ‘Gorjer.’ In my short research, I couldn’t find the real meaning of the original word and was only getting Chinese companies (in the end, I think the writers made the word up). ‘Gorjer’ is an actual Gypsy word meaning ‘Non-Gypsy.’
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DARK STAR: THE THOUGHTS OF SPIRO
“Remember this face, Gorjer… it will be the last one you’ll see in this world.”
That was what I promised to Joe Cartwright earlier this afternoon, and I intend to keep that. I’ve waited much too long to finally win Tirza for myself. Now this Gorjer shows up and wrecks it all. Not only that, but he humiliates me in front of her in our fight! I should’ve killed him then, but it’s no matter… soon, he will pay for his insolence!
Now I stand in the dark shadows and watched as Tirza danced to the music, keeping up with the tempo. The other Gypsies watch with wide eyes, unsure of what to think. Cartwright and his family are near, and I try to withhold the urge to throw my knife at him upon seeing how he looks at her.
The pace of the music became faster and faster until suddenly, a loud crack of thunder was heard and lightning flashes. All was still as the other gypsies looked on nervously. Tirza gazed at them… she knew what they thinking.
She then moved towards a small group… they cower in fear. Fools… do they really believe she is a witch after all this time? If she truly was one, wouldn’t more bad luck and curses befall us by now?
Then, she moved and extended her hand to Cartwright. Almost immediately, he took her hand, and she lead him away into the darkness of the woods. As the rest of the group are now distracted, I sneaked over to one of the wagons. I slowly took a rifle in hand before following the two ‘lovebirds.’
Moving like a cat, I followed their tracks, making sure to keep a far distance so that I wasn’t detected. After what seemed liked sometime, I came across some large rocks. As I moved closer to them, I can hear Tirza’s breathless voice; “Hold me… hold me… Little Joe…”
I knew what was happening before I saw them. Anger flared up in me as I saw that Gorjer’s arms around her… and she returned the gesture. It wouldn’t matter soon… I shall end it.
The hammer of my rifle was already clicked back, ready to fire. As Tirza and Cartwright moved their heads to share a kiss, I raised my gun to his back.
Before I even had the chance to pull the trigger, I heard a wolf howling in the distance, which immediately caught my attention for a moment. As the calls echoed into the night, an idea came to me.
The Gypsies had made Tirza believe for a long time that she was a witch, and also cursed to change into a werewolf on a full moon. Perhaps I can further make her believe that… perhaps then, she will do anything… even face a painful exorcism… to crawl back to us…
But more importantly, she will crawl back to me.
I smirked at Tirza and her Gorjer as I lowered my gun.
Enjoy your Moonlit Rock of Love for now, I thought. This isn’t over yet.