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Fairy tale, small section this time …sorry Cuz.
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“Then most certainly one of the fish is his.” Cragger tossed the largest fish to McDougal. “Here’s yours.”
The dog settled down and tore into his meal, his tail wagged the entire time. As soon as he finished, he walked over to Mavelle and gave her face a big slurp.
“Oh, icky fish breath! You crazy hound.” She hugged his neck for a minute. “Go lie down now.”
“Here” Cragger passed a plate to her. “We’ll need plenty of energy for what we have to do.”
They passed their meal in silence then, their thoughts filled with what was to come. The imagination is not a pretty thing sometimes.
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More fairy tale
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With the dawn’s light, they both awakened. McDougal stretched and led his mistress outside to a nearby stream to drink and for her to wash. Cragger stoked the fire and readied a meal. It would seem to an outsider that they had done this forever they looked so comfortable with the routine.
McDougal surprised them by catching three trout. He would pounce in the stream, his head disappearing under the water, and reappearing with a trout in his jaws that he would drop on the bank next to his mistress’s feet. She promptly set to cleaning the fish using a small blade that Cragger gave her to replace the crystal one he now had in his keeping.
Cragger had oats boiling over the fire and raised an eyebrow at their fortunate addition to their breakfast. “You caught these?” He asked as he took them from Mavelle’s hands to cook.
“Not me, McDougal.” She laughed when Cragger turned to stare at the dog who sat nearby wagging his tail.
“Handy creature, this giant of a hound.”
“You have no idea how handy he is. This one was trained for war from birth with the rest of his litter. Unfortunately, for my father’s trainer, McDougal prefers to be with me.” She threw her arms around the dog’s neck. “He’s my baby.”
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Return of the Fairy Tale
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“My Lady, if you can give me the means to kill him, I will help you. You have my word.”
Mavelle opened her pack and pulled out a bundle. She opened the bundle with great care. Lifting the crystal knife from its wrappings, she showed it to Cragger. Its surface glowed, a perfect reflection of the fire that kept them warm. “I hate to admit that I almost lost this when the troll attacked my sister and her party. After that, I felt it best put away safely until I could find someone to wield it for me. I knew I hadn’t the strength to do it myself.” She handed it to Cragger.
Cragger turned the blade over in his hand. “The Griffon’s blade! I thought it was a myth. This was lost to History a millennium ago.”
“That explains why I never heard of it.”
“My Lady, This blade has struck down Gods and Giants. It will do against the troll.” He held the blade in both hands, raised them as in the Goddess blessing, and bowed his head. “I am honored.”
“Now sir, you may rest your head in the shelter with me and my companion. Since he shows me that I am safe with you.” Mavelle pointed to McDougal who stretched out on his side snored loud enough to rival the thunder overhead.
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Genre fiction, what is your favorite?
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Lately, I’ve been reading a variety of genres. I am still not fond of Romances, I find that life is never what you wish for, it has rough patches, and romance is seldom anything like one reads in books.
I am enjoying some of the new fantasies out there and, of course, most mysteries. I’ve never liked spy/espionage books. Don’t know why, but neither the books nor the films intrigue me in the least. Tried to read a couple, and still don’t like them.
Not a big fan of hard sci-fi either. I can’t help it, it’s how I am.
Now it’s your turn, what do like to read?
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Fairy tale returns…
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A large tear rolled down Cragger’s face. “Grandfather led a group of miners into the mine, the first shift after the decision to mine the one tunnel. Hours passed and one mine car after another arrived outside loaded with fabulous jewels. Everyone celebrated their new-found wealth.”
His hand trembled. He swiped tears from his eyes, and continued his tale. “No one knew what to think when the mine cars suddenly stopped coming. Hours passed and no cars arrived on the surface. Finally, in the distance, one could hear mine cars approach. No one expected the sight that met their eyes when the cars exited the mine.” Cragger’s voice cracked.
“Please, stop and drink.” Mavelle feared what he’d say next and wished to put it off for a few minutes.
The Dwarf drained his wine-skin, took a few deep breaths, and began to recite his tale of horror. “Blood, bodies, body parts, none alive. Not one survivor in the first four cars that reached the surface. The fifth car was the worst, two of Grandfather’s brother– one alive and broken, the other dead and torn apart. Grandfather alive, bloodied and half out of his mind pushed the cart the entire way. He raved about a monster. A rock troll. After that day, he swore he’d never enter a mine or any underground again for as long as he lived, and he lived another six hundred and seven years.”
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Another installment of the fairy tale
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“Ah, my tale. It is a tale of danger, heroism, and cowardice and I hope it ends here in these ruins.” There he paused and seemed to wait for her to comment.
“Ends here? How? Why?”
“Let me start at the beginning. Many long ago and far aways, my great, great, great, ever so great-grandfather ran afoul a stone troll. The very one I have tracked to these ruins.”
“But, Sir Cragger, I am after the very same troll, he holds my sisters prisoner.”
“Then it must be by the fates that I was drawn here. Let me continue my tale and we shall see if it is so. Grandfather was deep in the family mine digging for gems as we do when he opened a new cavern with the strike of a hammer. He had no idea there was one behind the wall he’d been hammering on for a lifetime.” Cragger reached for his pack and drew out a wine skin. He offered it to Mavelle but she shook her head.
“No thank you. Please go on.”
Cragger drank deep, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, belched, begged her pardon, and continued. “Grandfather began to mine the new tunnel finding better jewels there than we’d found for centuries in the old mines. At the end of the shift, he came out of the mine with more quality jewels than our family had seen in a century. A family council met and the Elders decided to have everyone mine that tunnel. No one suspected the danger and horror that lurked deep within.”
Yes, it’s to be continued again…
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Once she was sure she was out of sight, she relaxed a bit, eased her hold on McDougal’s collar, and let loose with a gut-wrenching groan.
“How could she!” Mavelle raised her hands skyward. “Is the stone ogre even real?”
The implications were horrible. Had Sarah plotted with the soldiers to kidnap Lovena? Had they faked the ogre? How does one fake a stone ogre attack? She knew she should go back to the palace and tell her parents but wondered if they would believe her accusation of her sister. Besides, if she went back no one would be there to save Lovena.
“McDougal, you stay here.” She pulled the crystal knife from her pack, gripping it tightly she crept back to where she could see the ruins, hear what was going on, and yet not be seen.
“Dig there.” Sarah pointed to a section of stone floor in the ruins. “The entrance should be under there.”
“What if it comes back?” One soldier asked.
“If it comes back we kill it. It didn’t notice us tracking it.”
The sound of falling rocks made everyone stop what they were doing and listen.
“There’s no way to kill one of them.” The soldier dropped his shovel. “I’m out of here.”
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Once upon a time a long, long time ago…cont’d
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Now the middle princess, Mavelle had a habit of walking through the woods at all hours of the night and she came upon the bloodied, weak, and wailing Crone.
“Mother, who did this to you? Let me help you.” The princess gently aided the Crone to her hut. She washed and doctored the Crone’s wounds and patiently waited for the old woman to stop sobbing and tell her the story of her cruel treatment.
When at last she could speak, the Crone told the young princess a tale that she found horrifying. “Little one, it was your sister. So cruelly did she treat me that I refused to answer her questions. For your kindness, I will reward you.
“Mother, I need no reward, for what I did, anyone would do for one who suffers.”
“Anyone other than your sister, it seems. Now listen carefully. You must travel to the center of the deep forest. There you will find a cave of stone. Inside is a dagger of dark crystal, this is the only thing that can kill a stone ogre. It can pierce his stone heart.
The princess traveled to the forest accompanied only by her deerhound, Mcdougal. There she trod softly on bare feet following the deer trails to the center. It took some time to find the cave and when she did, she easily prized the dark crystal knife from its lair.
Holding a kerchief of her sister’s in front of her deerhound’s face, she begged her companion to seek her sister. Fleet of foot, the hound raced ahead of her for many miles only slowing to see if she still followed.
Finally, the hound halted, he dropped to the ground and whined. She could no more move him than a mountain. She sat next to him, pillowed her head on his back, and napped. As she slept, she dreamed.
Her sister, Lovena, beckoned to her and said, “Look below and not above, behind and not in front. Beware the heart of ice and listen only to one who is true. Hurry sister.”
She woke with a start. “McDougal, we need to hurry. Find her!”
Her deerhound sat in place and whined. He held up one paw and then the other.
“Here? She’s here? But where?” Mavelle looked around her. They were in the courtyard of a long abandoned summer home. Most of the home was in ruins but to her right and below ground level, she saw a small window. She would’ve missed the window had her sister’s words not echoed in her mind.
“How do I get in there?”….More tomorrow.
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Copyright Notice again for those people who do not pay attention
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You all have a good one.
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Scrambled brain cells?
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I managed to write a couple of pages today. However, hours later, after re-reading them, I deleted over half of what I wrote. It seems as though my writing is two steps forward and three steps back all the time as of late.
I don’t feel as though it is a case of over editing either. It’s more like ‘how in the world could you write such crap?’ syndrome. I can’t believe how awful my writing is lately. It makes me wonder if it is the medications I’m on causing a short-circuit in my brain. I do stop another one in two weeks, when the pills run out. I hope it is the one that has my brain scrambled.
As it is, I’ll keep struggling to get something on the pages.
You all have a good one!
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A fictional scene I might use…
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I remember that they all thought it was fun to gang up on me. I shoved my fists deep into my pockets because my parents forbade us to fight. I tried to walk away. Those three older girls weren’t going to give up. One of them shoved me so hard that I fell on my face. Road rash on my cheek burned.
That did it. I got to my feet and proceeded to whale on all three of them, it didn’t matter to me that they were much taller and outweighed me. I saw red. When I finished, all out of breath and drained of anger, the girls had bloody noses and black eyes. They were running away.
My parents got a phone call that evening. Those girls’ parents wanted me to apologize. My father took to me the home of one of the girls. All the way over I shook with anger at the indignity of having to apologize to them. When my father saw how much bigger she was than I, he told the parents he figured the three older, bigger girls owed me one hell of an apology. They could call on me the next day. We walked home hand in hand.
You all have a good one!
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Muse, please return to me.
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So when my muse decides to come out of hiding, I think I’ll be ready for her. I have a Muse trap set up and a Muse cage to keep her in unless she agrees to stay on her own. All I need now is some Muse bait. What does one use for Muse bait?
Should I put up lost signs? Advertise in the lost and found ads? Offer a reward?
I believe my muse is in hiding. Makes me wonder what I did. If you see my Muse please send her back.
You all have a good one!
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