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Offline theMerlin

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The Faerie Princess
« on: September 20, 2005, 07:55 PM »
Chapter One
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 Â     There once was a very lonely, silent little boy who lived among the rocks. There were no others like him living among the rocks, so he was really a self-considered outcast, of sorts. He spent most of his time deeply involved in plying the wares of his trade so that time plodded inexorably forward on a nondescript journey to nowhere. Time passed. He found himself aging as the ancient oak trees age, passing minute by minute to the music of the wind. He was no longer aware of the universe around him. The boy was only aware of his sense of balance formed by the immutable laws of nature. Discovering in a perverse fashion that he had become part of the backdrop to the daily activity of life. He spent endless hours trying to pen his thoughts about this meager existence. The efforts never came close to fully expressing the dimensional lock that had become the anchor in this world as he knew it. He regularly made silent wanderings through the vastness of the woods. Here he existed within himself, no other to please or engage. On one of these occasions a faerie suddenly appeared before him. A faerie of such pure beauty, of grand spirit, and of supreme countenance, that he found himself suddenly gasping for the air that had momentarily hidden elsewhere. The faerie made sign for him to follow, if he would choose to do so. He contemplated the result of such an action for a very long time. Finally, curiosity won out over mortal fear of others. He followed the faerie deep into the covered woods. To where, he knew not. His awareness told him that he never knew the woods were so vast and endless.
 Â    Ancient trees marked the narrowed and worn paths through his epoch balustrade. No mortal ever thought to see the majesty entailed in his mind’s creation. Lofty pinnacles surging to the starry skies. Green fields blotting out a blood red orb that bathed the uppermost surfaces in radiance and the warmth of life itself. Life which he no longer sought. Life which he worked furtively to avoid. This mysterious faerie had a plan. The faerie sought to guide the occupant of this kingdom of obscurity and darkness toward the realm of humanity and light. Many tests and conflicts she endured in the task of attempting to reach him. He forced the faerie to succumb to his philosophy of existence to be able to communicate with him. The simplest of human pleasures had been transformed into major acts of Herculean effort in the grand plan of his well developed defense. The rocks again lent support to his ability to maintain obscurity. Patience is a virtue that all faeries are known for. This particular faerie was the matron saint of patience and still found every iota of her stores of the valuable commodity being consumed in the effort to reach the creature he had become. The faerie began to have doubts that what she thought she saw and felt in the man were real and plausible substance. She began to consider abandoning him back to his forest and rocks and convictions. Yet she held to the sense that within still existed a human being wanting for interaction and renewed life. She could not give up the quest to free him of his self imposed imprisonment.
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« Reply #1 on: September 20, 2005, 08:41 PM »
Oooooh,  what have we here?  
The Olde One regales us with a tale of the Fey.  
Speak on.  Speak on.
What awaits in Chapter Two?
"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."      W.B. Yeats



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« Reply #2 on: September 22, 2005, 05:24 PM »
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     What wonderment the faerie had to offer to him.  LIFE!  Something he had forsaken, and thought never to require again during his existence.  Sweet life.  The faerie taught him so much of knowing one's self, and loving another.  Each day the door opened just imperceptibly wider to his former human countenance.    Each painful step ahead required two unbearable steps backward to even measure gained improvement in his outlook.  Yet, as the days and weeks passed he did change.  The rocks and trees began to take note of a new, but not new, presence in their midst.  What once was had now returned to alter what had become.  The entire realm was now dramatically piqued to discover the real being within the man.  Who was he? Why had he hidden there so deeply for so long?  What was causing the slow, arduous change?  Questions teemed in the forest and every motion and breath were observed with puzzlement and awe.  The creation of his mind was undergoing its own metamorphosis without understanding the basis for the change.  What was the driver that could wrench such changes in the realm he sought so long and hard to secure in his own likeness?
     The answer was not a new one.  Yes, he fell totally, inextricably, and maddeningly in love with the faerie.  Something they both knew could not be a reality in the faerie's present form.  For everyone knows that a faerie must be free of ties and obligations to truly love and bond to a mere mortal.  So, he waited.  Time stood still.  His heart softened and came slowly back to life.  The pounding in his chest grew wild at the mere thought of his faerie-lover.  He could now not only see the motion of the wind, but feel the pulsing ebb and flow of its energy.  Energy that surged into the very fiber of all life itself.  The motion of the trees had now become the flow of emotion in his heart.  Every swaying bough brought more and more sensitivity back to long unused nerve endings.  What he once knew to be lifeless existence had now blossomed into a living experience, the like of which he had never known.      He was consummately happy.  As time passed, and their love grew, he began to regain his spirit form.  He was now become the form of his ancient ancestors.  He was now the form of the tiger, replete in its sense of position in the universe.  Confident as a result of the deepening love they felt.  Supple and skillful in its ability to move about the universe, ever awaiting the return of its faerie-love.  So many life issues were now overwhelmingly important to him.  So many issues he had forsaken and given up as lost came washing back over his consciousness.  Love, undying love, was now his driving force, enabling him to feel the massive surges of inner power and strength.  Sensations born of the complete and unbreakable bond that now existed between him and his faerie-love.
Chomh sean leis an cheo agus níos sine faoi dhó.

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« Reply #3 on: September 25, 2005, 09:38 PM »
Settles in with a bowl of buttered popcorn.
"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."      W.B. Yeats



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« Reply #4 on: October 27, 2005, 10:41 PM »
The Faerie Princess
Chapter One

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 Â    He shook at the mere thought of her radiant beauty.  He beamed at hearing her voice as it cut through the silence.  He was brought to his knees by the sheer emotion of the desire he felt for her.  Life was so absolutely fulfilled for him by this faerie-love.  Each day he arose with a greater spark in his thought dead heart than was there the prior day.
 Â    Each morning his mouth seemed to feel muscles long thought dead.  Muscles up turning a once placid and non emotive face into a just perceptible beginning of what the outside world would call a smile.  His walks were in a different direction now.  He found himself wandering ever closer to where others were lingering.  The one place he never thought to ever again visit.  It now burned in him to offer up his years of writings to others to read in hopes that someone would feel his loss, see his pain, know his drive to attain a non-existent nature.  Yet, each time he dared draw close enough to the crowd to engage them, he ran with swiftness envied by the deer and the gazelle.  He ran out of fear that someone there would laugh, or cry, or feel anything because of him.  Yet the faerie stood by him, gently coaxing him toward the life he once felt.  Each coaxing created new fears.  New fears sent him running deep into his wooded haunts.  Each time the faerie would seek him out, nurturing and leading.  Was it aforementioned that dragons roamed this realm?  The long sleek green or red versions with long spiked tails, wings, and fire smoking from the nostrils.  He made them.  Yes, he made his own dragons.  Avaricious creatures that could destroy without remorse.  He spent many long hours intricately shaping the nuances of each individual dragon.  And with each new dragon came more deadly and sinister powers.  For his intent was to one day create that which would free him of his forest and rocks.  Free him of the real or imagined torment he felt himself to dispense upon the earth.  Was it truly freedom, or escape?  He was afraid to answer that question.  He actually avoided the asking of that question for fear of the answer that might be whispered in his ear.  For he thought himself to be a bane on the life that shared its existence with him on this planet.  And he truly only sought peace and calm in his existence.  But, we digress from the topic.  Dragons.  They were everywhere.  He placed them in homes from which they could soar above, awaiting him.  He fought them, for in the paradox he had created, the dragon must be slain, even as it had been created.  By his own hand.  And he knew if he did not slay every dragon he had, and would create, they would someday forage out among the living outside his forest keep.




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The Faerie Princess
« Reply #5 on: October 28, 2005, 06:30 PM »
I am rooting for the faerie.  She has a tough job ahead of her, but, I think she can do it!

Should I come across some extra faerie dust, I shall surely give it to her.
 ':sun'
Allen

An action promulgated out of desperation will inevitably end in tragedy; for as its anagram so aptly foretells:  A rope ends it. �

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« Reply #6 on: October 31, 2005, 05:52 PM »
Thank you Allen. I know she will surely be pleased at thine assistance.
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Re: The Faerie Princess
« Reply #7 on: November 04, 2007, 09:27 PM »
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     Most of all he had become an avid shaper of devilish green monsters that could camouflage themselves within the forest.  These were the type of dragon he feared most, for they sought over time to destroy even the forest itself.  He always created a way to detect the dragons, no matter their design, or form.  He could always feel their anger and pain long before they could be seen or strike.  He was gifted in that way. 
     About the arms and armor that he wore.  The breast plate of brilliant silver.  Cast from the metals that the ancients used long before man walked this place.  A sound protection against the raking talons of any dragon.  His gauntlets, leggings, and buckler were constructed of a myriad of small shining rings of chain mail.  The gauntlets were thought to be enchanted by the Druids of ancient times for they allowed him to work a magic with the sword that mesmerized his opponents.  The leggings and boots enabled him to escape any ensnarement he might fall prey to with a speed and deftness of foot.  The helmet.  A work of art lost in the days of titans and gods.  Nothing like it had been seen since the days of the ancient dwellers.  The sheen from it blinded those who looked on it.  It was so well designed that only the air that he breathed could enter it.  It appeared to be his own skin when seen from a distance.  Yet no dragon could penetrate it with talon or tooth and no blow could rend him unconscious or dazed to allow the perpetrator to do further damage.  All in all, no mortal ever cut a finer figure as a knight of the realm.  Alas, there were no adoring throngs to cheer his heroic deeds.  Those deeds continued to be accomplished in the silence of the rocks and forest of his solitary realm.  His sword a masterful work of hammered Elfin metals.  Able to clove one of his massive rocks in two, it was a brilliant stiletto in the arm as he wielded it in combat.  The grip was a deep green, as of the forest about him, and it lost its luster when separated from those same forests venues.  Carried in a scabbard decorated with fine stones from the ancient seas it was a true masterpiece or design.
     Yet, beyond all the glitter and weaponry the faerie saw the man.  Frail and frightened as he sought to find escape from the thing he feared most.  Himself.


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Re: The Faerie Princess
« Reply #8 on: November 05, 2007, 01:30 AM »
Please Merlin, more story.  Please.

Why doesn't the pretty faery sprinkle faery dust?


(scampers off for another bowl of buttered popcorn)
"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."      W.B. Yeats



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