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Minima collection Dark poems by The King of Elves


Minima96
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The way home... Or not...
A lost child wanders through the woods. Nowhere to go but the woods.
The child sees' a clearing. The child goes towards the clearing.
The child sees' a fawn grazing. The child aproaches the fawn.
What do the fawn do? Fawn stands still, and continues to graze.
The child leans next to the fawn. The child talks to the fawn.
The fawn looks up to the child. The fawn spoke to the child, "Child, what are you doing in the woods? It is very dangerous."
"I'm lost. Ican't find my mommy." The child weeped. "Can you help me?"
"Of course." The fawn replied. But I need you to do three tasks."
"Anything!" The said.
"The first task is to retrieve water from the spring."
So the child went to the spring and got some water.
"Next, you have to build a roof with strong leaves and branches."
"Where do I put the roof when I'm done?" The child asked.
"You balance it on to sticks and I will be under it." The fawn replied.
And so, the child does so.
"And finally, you are to sit in the middle of the spring and repeat these words. But I warn you, if these words are forgotten, I shall not repeat them to you. And you cannot write them down."
"Alright. I'll do my best to remember."
"The words are..."
The child went down to the spring and sat in the middle.
"Now, what were the words? Oh, right!" The child said to herself. "Hic inceipt, regnom Logris..."
The child repeated those words until she gave up. The child went back to where the fawn was... Yes, I said was.
The fawn wasn't there anymore. All there was, was a little girl on the floor... And she looked alot like her...




 
 
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