Kaley Cigany was born into a family immersed in magic. She had purposefully kept herself grounded. Her grandfather was a full-blooded Roma gypsy and her mother was his protegee. Her father was nowhere to be found. He simply became a legend. According to Magikys, her mother, he was a beautiful man who wanted a child. Magikys also wanted a child. They had a beautiful child together.
Her father had obligations that took him far from the family. Although he wrote many letters, one day the letters stopped. Magikys and her lover never married, but, she felt no embarrassment. It was a love affair. Kaley was the love child that blossomed from a beautiful moment.
Kaley knew she could never have been loved more than she was by Magikys. She told others about her father with pride. Sometimes she would embellish, leading people to believe he was an important scientist or diplomat on a mission. But, when she reached her 20s, she left the stories behind. She simply would say she had little knowledge of her father, but, he had been a very important man.
Yet, the magic remained. Her mother, Maggie, as most called her, was a gypsy. She had studied deeply with Kaley’s grandfather. She had travelled throughout Europe, India and the Middle East and came back to decorate her house with totems, orbs, and items that could not be adequately described. She did things differently.
Kaley didn’t mind. She simply would not be drawn into the strange world that her mother embraced. She knew there was something to it, yet, she felt it was a private world; a world that she could not fully understand.
Maggie let Kaley grow up as she wished. Kaley wished to be a ballerina. It was to be. Kaley grew up beautiful and the perfect build for a dancer. She was delicate and had the tenacity to work at what she wanted. She was not gifted, but, she was good enough to join the top troupe in the city. She also became adept at many forms of dance. Jazz, Latin, and Middle Eastern music was constantly blaring from Kaley’s very large room which she had converted into a studio.
When she was 17, she went on a tour with the dance troupe and returned to her own apartment. For Maggie it was an adjustment, but, she managed. Kaley was headstrong but compassionate. She would never leave Maggie for too long without a phone call.
So the magic went to Kaley’s feet, sense of balance, and rhythm. Eventually, she chose to teach dance knowing she would never make a top dancer. With Maggie’s blessing and considerable amount of investment, Kaley developed a program dedicated to teaching inner city children the basis of great dancing. Her troupe, Rollick, became locally famous for its brilliant programs which incorporated many forms of world dance with a strong basis in a classical form of ballet. Kaley became a local star.
Maggie could not have been prouder of her daughter. She had hoped Kaley would’ve wanted to know more of her heritage, but, she bided her time. She knew that would happen eventually. For now, she basked in the pride of a mother whose daughter had done well.
Kaley was very happy, but, when Maggie began failing in health, things began to change. It appeared Kaley was going to learn much more about her magical family much earlier than she had hoped to. Luckily, though, it would come at the perfect time – and as Kaley knew, timing was everything.
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