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Once upon a time in a small little village like ours, there lived a group of children just like you. There was a goodly number of them they were as different from each other as night is to day. Some were raised in deserts hot, others from harsh forests north. Some loved the gods, while others loyalty was to home and hearth. A few bore crimson coloring on their flesh, while others wore horns upon their head.
The children were like children anywhere they scampered throughout the village serious minded in their play. But always were they warned to stay out of the forest, for dangerous things dwell within. The children listened as all children do and went about their affairs without a second thought. But one day, a child heard calls from the forest. The child turned to their fellows pointing towards the voice it heard. “I heard calling coming from beyond the trees! What should we do?” the child asked with concern. “We should investigate” said the second child with curiosity in her eyes. “It’ll be an adventure!” said the third with a sly grin growing on his face. “But we can’t enter the woods, for dangerous things dwell within!” protested a fourth child doubt and fear in their words. But such protests were met with dismissal from the assembled peers, “grown ups will say anything to keep us under watch”. So it was the children some tentatively, some confidently, some fearfully, and some defiantly: entered the forest seeking the voice their heard within.
The children walked within the trees and the light faded from the cover of the canopy above. They walked through grasses tall, over roots and stone, until they found a path before them that led downhill a ways “Shall we continue you on??” the first child asked. When the second child called out “Look! A pumpkin patch grows here in the wood!” the second child exclaimed pointing to a small grove next to the trail. And sure enough a pumpkin patch filled with large orange gourds lay there as if tended with love and care. A sign with a small leather sack hanging from it read: “Naughty children beware, those that dare will awaken the pumpkins despite creed or prayer”. The fourth child read with fear “we should leave this place, and heed the warnings true!” “Nonsense how can a gourd scare you?!” said the third child. The children laughed and continued on.
The trail led them to brook that bubbled joyously coming from a spring. “Let us stop to alleviate our thirst and drink of water clear and sweet” said the second child bending down to drink. The other children followed in suite and drank from the water cool and pure. When a voice called out to them from within the spring below “Who dares steal my water sneak thieves that you are?!” The children jumped with fear and protested their thievery “We are not thieves, but thirsty children looking for a voice heard in the forest wood!” “You heard my call then, drink please as much as you delight.” The children smiled knowing their quest was near done and did as told and drank more from water bubbling below. “Who are you and why did you call to us?” asked the third child. An face of a maiden formed in the water and smiled with cruelty and glee: “I am the Maiden of Springs, and I sought out those to enter my service such sweet children as you, for any who drink from my well are doomed to drink naught else as long as they live.” The children looked at her with fear and cried out with anguish at her words. “Run!” cried the first child and they scrambled up the road, but their growing thirst quickly stopped them and they whimpered back to the spring.
“We should never have entered the woods!” groaned the fourth child. The second child’s eyes lit up“I have an idea” said she. She cupped her hands with water and walked up the road. As her thirst quickly grew she sipped the teeniest drop of water, and continued on. Finally she arrived at the Pumpkin patch and sign. Her water was gone, and she had much too far to go, she sat on the ground first striking weakly at the sign. The sack swayed gently from her blow and she weakly drew off the sack and looked within. Inside was a fine white powder like the miller ground flour for bread. “How can a sack of powder help me?!” she thought with rage: She scooped a handful and threw it with despair, and it fluttered gently upon the pumpkins like dew in the early morning sun. Tears glistened in her eyes, and she collapsed her tired eyes seeing no more. Her tears fell from her face wetting the pumpkin patch solid below. Unknownst to any the white powder began to glow, leafy limbs rose from the ground with orange gourds for heads.
The Pumpkins stood and marched down the path towards the wicked maiden of springs. The Pumpkins charged the spring and the Maiden called out with fear and rage, their roots tour her spring apart, their leafy fists smashing her cursed water asunder. The children watched as the magical guardians destroyed their foe, then one by one the Pumpkins collected the children and carried them up the hill. There they saw the body of second child as if asleep in the pumpkin patch. They cried out to her “We are saved, the Pumpkins rescued us!” “Wake up Wake up!” but their cries were unanswered by their friend. The children were carried by their Pumpkin saviors through the woods until brought to the forest’s edge. There the Pumpkins turned and faded from view among the trees.
The children never again did enter the forest, for they knew evil things there dwelt. However know that where monsters do go so to goodly things oppose them. Remember my children should trouble find you so. Look to the Pumpkins; they will protect you and punish wicked doers that we all know.
Once upon a time in a small little village like ours, there lived a group of children just like you. There was a goodly number of them they were as different from each other as night is to day. Some were raised in deserts hot, others from harsh forests north. Some loved the gods, while others loyalty was to home and hearth. A few bore crimson coloring on their flesh, while others wore horns upon their head.
The children were like children anywhere they scampered throughout the village serious minded in their play. But always were they warned to stay out of the forest, for dangerous things dwell within. The children listened as all children do and went about their affairs without a second thought. But one day, a child heard calls from the forest. The child turned to their fellows pointing towards the voice it heard. “I heard calling coming from beyond the trees! What should we do?” the child asked with concern. “We should investigate” said the second child with curiosity in her eyes. “It’ll be an adventure!” said the third with a sly grin growing on his face. “But we can’t enter the woods, for dangerous things dwell within!” protested a fourth child doubt and fear in their words. But such protests were met with dismissal from the assembled peers, “grown ups will say anything to keep us under watch”. So it was the children some tentatively, some confidently, some fearfully, and some defiantly: entered the forest seeking the voice their heard within.
The children walked within the trees and the light faded from the cover of the canopy above. They walked through grasses tall, over roots and stone, until they found a path before them that led downhill a ways “Shall we continue you on??” the first child asked. When the second child called out “Look! A pumpkin patch grows here in the wood!” the second child exclaimed pointing to a small grove next to the trail. And sure enough a pumpkin patch filled with large orange gourds lay there as if tended with love and care. A sign with a small leather sack hanging from it read: “Naughty children beware, those that dare will awaken the pumpkins despite creed or prayer”. The fourth child read with fear “we should leave this place, and heed the warnings true!” “Nonsense how can a gourd scare you?!” said the third child. The children laughed and continued on.
The trail led them to brook that bubbled joyously coming from a spring. “Let us stop to alleviate our thirst and drink of water clear and sweet” said the second child bending down to drink. The other children followed in suite and drank from the water cool and pure. When a voice called out to them from within the spring below “Who dares steal my water sneak thieves that you are?!” The children jumped with fear and protested their thievery “We are not thieves, but thirsty children looking for a voice heard in the forest wood!” “You heard my call then, drink please as much as you delight.” The children smiled knowing their quest was near done and did as told and drank more from water bubbling below. “Who are you and why did you call to us?” asked the third child. An face of a maiden formed in the water and smiled with cruelty and glee: “I am the Maiden of Springs, and I sought out those to enter my service such sweet children as you, for any who drink from my well are doomed to drink naught else as long as they live.” The children looked at her with fear and cried out with anguish at her words. “Run!” cried the first child and they scrambled up the road, but their growing thirst quickly stopped them and they whimpered back to the spring.
“We should never have entered the woods!” groaned the fourth child. The second child’s eyes lit up“I have an idea” said she. She cupped her hands with water and walked up the road. As her thirst quickly grew she sipped the teeniest drop of water, and continued on. Finally she arrived at the Pumpkin patch and sign. Her water was gone, and she had much too far to go, she sat on the ground first striking weakly at the sign. The sack swayed gently from her blow and she weakly drew off the sack and looked within. Inside was a fine white powder like the miller ground flour for bread. “How can a sack of powder help me?!” she thought with rage: She scooped a handful and threw it with despair, and it fluttered gently upon the pumpkins like dew in the early morning sun. Tears glistened in her eyes, and she collapsed her tired eyes seeing no more. Her tears fell from her face wetting the pumpkin patch solid below. Unknownst to any the white powder began to glow, leafy limbs rose from the ground with orange gourds for heads.
The Pumpkins stood and marched down the path towards the wicked maiden of springs. The Pumpkins charged the spring and the Maiden called out with fear and rage, their roots tour her spring apart, their leafy fists smashing her cursed water asunder. The children watched as the magical guardians destroyed their foe, then one by one the Pumpkins collected the children and carried them up the hill. There they saw the body of second child as if asleep in the pumpkin patch. They cried out to her “We are saved, the Pumpkins rescued us!” “Wake up Wake up!” but their cries were unanswered by their friend. The children were carried by their Pumpkin saviors through the woods until brought to the forest’s edge. There the Pumpkins turned and faded from view among the trees.
The children never again did enter the forest, for they knew evil things there dwelt. However know that where monsters do go so to goodly things oppose them. Remember my children should trouble find you so. Look to the Pumpkins; they will protect you and punish wicked doers that we all know.