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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
 by  A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park

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“For her…a husband for her…” And then the words of Nameless, “Within a third he shall be the age that you are now—your equal in strength and ability…” It all made sense. Nameless had somehow foreseen her own fate, and feared it dreadfully. What was worse, he could be no protection to her. Bowen’s strength equaled his own…Mildred was more cunning than he had ever imagined. When Bowen returned that evening, he was with another, smaller figure. Morgan knew at once that his fears were confirmed. This time he rushed down to meet the two arrivals, wanting desperately to see Nameless once more. She had been so good to him, so trusting, and this was how he had repaid her. The moment she walked in the gate, her eyes found his. She gave him a weak smile and waited until she was near enough to him to whisper,

“It has begun.”

Bowen immediately dragged her away from Morgan, giving her a warning glare as he did so. Nameless walked resignedly beside him, a slave of providence. A small tear trickled down her cheek, barely conspicuous as she bowed her head, avoiding eye contact with the curious Westerlies crowding about her.

News of Bowen’s upcoming wedding had spread all about the city by the next morning. Although he was a stranger and the woman with him was quiet and rarely showed her face, weddings had always been cause for great excitement in the West. The fact that Bowen was an Easterly seemed to bother no one. Morgan was the only person who disliked the man intensely, finding him to be brash and untrustworthy. No doubt Mildred had fixed him with some sort of enchantment so that he could easily avoid suspicion. He did not know his son, yet he felt that he would rather continue living in such a fashion. He would present himself at the festivities on the grand day, of course, but only in hopes to speak with the ill-fated bride. In a large crowd, it would be easy to avoid Bowen and speak to Nameless without being eavesdropped upon.

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