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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
by A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park
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“Thank you,” Nameless whispered. She then pressed a
small metal object into his hand. When he looked down at it, he saw
that it was a silver acorn. “I give you my protection—however feeble
it may be.”
Morgan smiled, then turned and walked from the hovel just as the sun
was setting. He missed Bowen’s return by a matter of minutes.
Finding his way through the darkening woods was close on to
impossible, yet Morgan continued plowing through the close trees,
determined to complete the task given him. When the sun made its final
dip below the horizon, the woods grew hopelessly black and Morgan felt
his courage failing him.
“Nameless…help me…”
He was suddenly aware of a dim glow coming from his pocket. He reached
inside, and found the small silver acorn that Nameless had given him.
He had pocketed it after leaving the city, and had forgotten it. As he
wondered what exactly to do with it, it jumped from his hand like a
cricket and landed solidly on the forest floor. Startled, Morgan
watched as it began to roll slowly through the woods, avoiding trees
and following a clear path through the dense wood. Morgan walked along
behind it until it stopped and he realized that he had finally cleared
his first obstacle. When his eyes adjusted to the lighter exterior of
the forest, he realized that he was looking up at Mildred’s mountain.
Picking up the acorn and clenching it tightly in his hand, he made his
way steadily towards his enemy’s home. The farmers in the village were
asleep; Morgan was very grateful for this since their talkative
natures would have slowed him down considerably. He reached the
mountain just as the sun was beginning to rise.
By the time he had arrived at his final destination on the mountain,
the sun was roughly a quarter of the way through its daily journey,
and he realized, with a jolt of fear, that he was defenseless. What
could he do to wrangle the name from Mildred if he had nothing with
which to frighten her? A sharp pain met his hand suddenly and he
looked down to see a small dagger in place of Nameless’ acorn. Such a
tiny thing…what good could it do him? Yet he had to admit that it was
better than nothing, and he proceeded to call for Mildred, his heart
throbbing painfully in his chest, terror’s deadly talons gripping him
so tightly that he could barely breathe.
As Morgan had anticipated, she appeared after the third call, looking
like a viper ready to strike.
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