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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
by A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park
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Morgan leapt to his feet, searching for the cause of
his pony’s panic. Standing demurely to his right with a bemused look
upon her face stood a small woman not much younger than he. Her hair
was auburn and her large brown eyes were deep, filled with knowing.
Morgan felt strangely at peace.
The woman scrutinized him for a moment, then spoke.
“You come to see Mildred. I would not advise spending much time on her
mountain, if any. She is dangerous…one cannot know so much and not be
so.”
Morgan was surprised, to say the least.
“How did you…”
She laughed lightly. “Know? Pray, do not ask me that. Come. No
Westerly could ever find his way through this lot alone, no matter how
many men he’s killed.” She gestured to the woods around them. Indeed,
it was a deadly labyrinth of trees that required expert knowledge. She
set off and motioned for him to follow.
Bewildered, Morgan staggered to his feet and blinked at her, then
stumbled after her determinedly.
“Do you know me?”
She smiled mysteriously at him, then answered slowly, choosing her
words carefully. “Oh, yes…exceedingly well…but you do not know me. Not
yet. I have heard so many stories of you—the Westerlies’ trophy, the
Easterlies’ enemy.”
“Do you not care for the wars?”
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