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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
by A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park
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As soon as he reached the dark hole that Nameless had
pointed out as Mildred’s home, Morgan felt uneasy. The place was dank
and steam drifted lazily along the floor.
“Mildred, I wish to speak with you! My name is Morgan Kinwyr of the
West. Mildred?” His voice faltered; he glanced longingly back at the
ground. Nameless had disappeared from view, yet he remembered what she
had told him,
“Again. Call her name again.”
He obeyed, calling “Mildred” several more times, until at last the
figure of a woman became hazily visible behind the curtains of
darkness.
“Ah, Morgan. I do believe that you are somewhat early…” Mildred
emerged from the depths as her voice trailed off, and Morgan stifled a
gasp. He had expected a witch-like figure, stooped and haggard with a
hooked nose and gnarled fingers. How wrong he had been in his
assumptions! A beautiful woman, tall and slender, with hair as dark as
the forest’s heart and eyes as green as a stormy sea, stood smiling
before him like a Queen. She moved with sensuous, serpentine grace,
obviously aware of her own appearance.
“So, you have come from the West to find your future.” Mildred gave
him a wry smile. “I know all, but can only tell you what you ask.
Therefore, if you do not ask, you shall not know. Choose questions
carefully; certain things, as you have probably found in this life,
are more important than others.”
This being said, Mildred led her wary guest to an exceptionally
comfortable chair beside a bubbling cauldron. Morgan glanced around,
taking in sights and smells. Shelves with multicolored bottles and
dusty cobwebbed books lined every wall. A large bed with an ornate
golden frame rested in the corner, and a few cats leered at him from
rocky crevasses formed centuries ago by the Gods who crafted the
mountains. Morgan was silent for some moments; when he spoke it was
carefully. He asked questions about the war, about his remaining
family, about the fate of the king. Mildred would smile in a beguiling
way whenever she answered, her mouth twisting upwards at the corners.
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