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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
by A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park
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“I…I thought you might be awake. Tomorrow I shall
leave after the third meeting with Mildred, and I must confess that I
shall miss you. You have been a good friend to me.”
Nameless shook her head sadly, her eyes closed. “No. You shall not
leave tomorrow. I have told you once; you cannot be here for less than
a week. It would not be right if you weren’t. You must stay for a
week, you must…you must.” She fell back onto her moss bed, then opened
her eyes and stared upwards into his worried face. “I don’t mean to
frighten you, but I cannot be wrong. You could not possibly
understand, but I cannot be wrong.” She then fell back to sleep and
did not wake for hours. It was nearly noon by the time she finally
rose and halfheartedly ate a few berries. She seemed distracted and
incoherent, speaking very little.
Morgan awoke the following morning with his heart in his throat and a
pain in his stomach. He ascended the mountain slowly, glancing often
at the ground from the worn path that spiraled up the mountain’s side.
He feared that Nameless was right; that Mildred would somehow manage
to detain him. When he finally reached Mildred’s cave, it was close on
to evening. To his dismay, he found her waiting for him, ready to
spring.
She spoke softly, her voice different than usual.
“Morgan, Morgan. You look tired; come here.”
Morgan shook his head. “It is just a trick of the
light. I am seldom exhausted.”
Mildred’s laughter echoed about the cave. “Trick of the light, pah! Do
not trouble me with such ridiculous excuses. You have come back
although you know that we are through with questions; what has brought
you here?”
Morgan’s fear expanded. “I don’t know what you mean.”
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