Post by SummerCrow on Dec 27, 2015 20:04:51 GMT -6
I'm going to just make 1 thread and stick all my for-fun stories here.
(This is based on a short story Fen wrote that he seems to have deleted)
Once there was a large kingdom with a young king. The king's father had passed unexpectedly, and the king was unsure of his ability to lead. He was loved by the people, and known to be a fair and just ruler. Still, he spent many restless nights worrying, trying to decide how he can do better.
One day, the king was out hunting when he brought down a small bird. When he went to claim his prize, he was shocked to see it was still alive. He was even more surprised when the bird began to speak. The small bird pleaded for his life. The bird claimed to be magic, and offered the young king three wishes to help him.
The young king took the bird home and kept it in his private chambers. Over the next few days, he slowly nursed the bird back to health. After a week, the bird was well enough to fly. Poised on the windowsill, the bird asked the young king to name his first wish.
"Little bird, little bird. Our land is plagued with a drought. If your power be true, please find a way to help us," the king pleaded.
The bird flapped his wings, and a cloud appeared in the distance. It slowly drifted over the lake and it began to rain. The bird told the king it would rain for three days, but the bird was now tired. The bird promised to return to grant the king's next wish when he had recovered.
True to the bird's promise, the cloud remained for three days. The lake filled, and the farmers were overjoyed. Word spread of the king's great fortune. After a week, the little bird returned to the king's window.
"Little bird, little bird. Your promise came true! But the country neighboring ours grows jealous of our prosperity. I wish for our warriors to be protected," the king pleaded. The bird flapped his wings, and told the king all would be well. The bird said he was tired, and promised to return when he was rested.
As the king had predicted, the neighboring country soon attacked his kingdom. The king himself led his armies to battle. True to the bird's word, the king's armies were nigh unbeatable. Their arrows always flew true, while the enemy's arrows went wild. Their shields and armor deflected all but the truest strike, while the enemy's armor shattered. The kingdom enjoyed an unprecedented victory, and word spread of the king's might. After a week, the little bird returned to the king's window to grant his final wish.
"Little bird, little bird! Your promise came true! But I cannot rely on you forever. For my final wish, grant me whatever I need to guide my kingdom," the king pleaded.
"I cannot," the little bird said. "You already have the fairness and kindness to use your wishes to help your people. You have the wisdom to predict the outcomes of your choices. You have the courage and might to fight your own battles. You have everything you need, save for experience and confidence. Only time may grant you experience, and and only you may grant yourself confidence."
With that, the little bird flew off, never to return.
Unfortunately, some of the king's servants saw him making a pact with a talking bird and the king was soon executed for heresy and witchcraft.
(This is based on a short story Fen wrote that he seems to have deleted)
Once there was a large kingdom with a young king. The king's father had passed unexpectedly, and the king was unsure of his ability to lead. He was loved by the people, and known to be a fair and just ruler. Still, he spent many restless nights worrying, trying to decide how he can do better.
One day, the king was out hunting when he brought down a small bird. When he went to claim his prize, he was shocked to see it was still alive. He was even more surprised when the bird began to speak. The small bird pleaded for his life. The bird claimed to be magic, and offered the young king three wishes to help him.
The young king took the bird home and kept it in his private chambers. Over the next few days, he slowly nursed the bird back to health. After a week, the bird was well enough to fly. Poised on the windowsill, the bird asked the young king to name his first wish.
"Little bird, little bird. Our land is plagued with a drought. If your power be true, please find a way to help us," the king pleaded.
The bird flapped his wings, and a cloud appeared in the distance. It slowly drifted over the lake and it began to rain. The bird told the king it would rain for three days, but the bird was now tired. The bird promised to return to grant the king's next wish when he had recovered.
True to the bird's promise, the cloud remained for three days. The lake filled, and the farmers were overjoyed. Word spread of the king's great fortune. After a week, the little bird returned to the king's window.
"Little bird, little bird. Your promise came true! But the country neighboring ours grows jealous of our prosperity. I wish for our warriors to be protected," the king pleaded. The bird flapped his wings, and told the king all would be well. The bird said he was tired, and promised to return when he was rested.
As the king had predicted, the neighboring country soon attacked his kingdom. The king himself led his armies to battle. True to the bird's word, the king's armies were nigh unbeatable. Their arrows always flew true, while the enemy's arrows went wild. Their shields and armor deflected all but the truest strike, while the enemy's armor shattered. The kingdom enjoyed an unprecedented victory, and word spread of the king's might. After a week, the little bird returned to the king's window to grant his final wish.
"Little bird, little bird! Your promise came true! But I cannot rely on you forever. For my final wish, grant me whatever I need to guide my kingdom," the king pleaded.
"I cannot," the little bird said. "You already have the fairness and kindness to use your wishes to help your people. You have the wisdom to predict the outcomes of your choices. You have the courage and might to fight your own battles. You have everything you need, save for experience and confidence. Only time may grant you experience, and and only you may grant yourself confidence."
With that, the little bird flew off, never to return.
Unfortunately, some of the king's servants saw him making a pact with a talking bird and the king was soon executed for heresy and witchcraft.