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Friday Fantasy ~ Number Twenty-Eight

The Queen’s Tragedy

~ She’d been doing so well

The Queen's Tragedy

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Things had been rolling right along

All the signs were auspicious

It came from nowhere.

It stunned her soul

She was sickening rapidly

Her burden drove her into a strange solitude.

She met her friends from youth.

She met the love she had abandoned.

She met her King but he was a stranger to her.


She found herself, again, back with her youthful friends—cavorting in the forest, creating games no one fully understood, getting filthy, and taunting the approaching dark

Staying in the forest after dark had its terrors but also its hidden rewards—faith could flourish while limbs quaked, the unreal threatened but friends protected


He was the most delicious man—courteous but roguish—understanding of her feelings but a mystery to her—strong but tender.

She swore her undying love then disappeared from his life


The King had found her wandering outside her village.

Smitten was the least that could be said of his response to her.

He consulted with her parents and they told her she would become the new Queen.


The King visited her in her chambers—lying in her sick-bed, wasted to a shadow.

She didn’t know who he was


They decided to play the hunting game.

She was chosen as the prey and hurried deeper into the forest


He searched for her, years on end—travelled all known Kingdoms—found no trace


The King called in the bleeder.

The King called in the healer.

The King watched her become a living corpse


She was deeper in the dark of the forest then any of her friends had been.

She stumbled on a lump of fur and jumped out of her skin.

The creature unrolled its body and spoke to her:

“You will one day sicken.

“It will be because you traded love for security and riches.

“You will only have me to cling to.”


The man was sitting in the shade of a familiar tree, near the place she had pledged her undying love.

A woman approached.

She told him she was the Queen’s mother.

She told him his love was dying.


The King called in the priest.

The priest left screaming, saying a beast of the forest had attacked him


She, in her death-throes, dreamed he had returned

She spoke to her furry friend and he spoke in return:

“Now is the time the Great Spirit has bequeathed you—one chance left to reclaim your love


The man was disguised as an adept of the wizard of the north.

The man begged audience with the King.

The man said he had a magical invocation he needed to whisper in the Queen’s ear; but, he must do it with no one else present


She said good-bye to her furry friend and opened her eyes.

Her love was standing before her.

She cried herself to death


There are two endings to this story:

She took her love for him to the next world and waited for him to join her.

Or, she died a failure in love.

Which ending do you believe?

Copyright, 2014, Alexander M Zoltai
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Friday Fantasy ~ Number Twenty-Seven

The Terror from The Forest


 It had always stayed in the forest—seven feet tall and thirteen feet long—nine legs and hard carapace—oozing acid and smelling something awful

But notice had been received from its courier, Nuess, through the clicks and scraping sounds it used, that the monster, Blattella, was about to visit the Keep.

Something was horribly amiss if Blattella needed to raid the stores at the Keep—certainly, the weather had turned sour but that alone couldn’t account for its leaving the forest.

The Keep had its own ogre guarding it—Musfra, the giant—strangely handsome, in a crude way—powerful but not immune to Blatella’s acerbic oozings—puncture it in close quarters with a spear and be drenched in flesh-eating fluid

Musfra had his own courier, Zedz—dwarf warrior—rabid when necessary—capable of using the chittering language of Blattella.

Zedz and Nuess met on the plain before the forest.

The rapid, screeching parley unnerved all but Musfra.

He maintained a rigid stance and was quite full of fury.

Zedz returned to the Keep with word that Blattella would take no offered portion of the stores—it would take every bit of it

Musfra’s fury could not be contained—he killed Zedz and stormed across the plain.


Blatella was waiting at the edge of the forest.

Musfra hurled his spear.

Blatella skittered forward—the spear landing behind it.

Musfra bellowed and charged.

Blatella rose on its hind-most legs and leaped over Musfra, heading for the Keep.

Musfra retrieved his spear and rushed back.

Blatella was nowhere to be seen; but, it could be smelled—near the Keep but behind it.

The ogre went upwind, hoping to attract the monster with his own smell.


Then, behind him a sound

How did the creature outflank me?

As Musfra turned, Nuess sprang from the ground and bit him on the belly, being immediately smashed by Musfra’s hand.

The poison was swift in its action—Musfra staggered and fell


The moral of this tale?

Even if your allies seem small and useless, never underestimate your need for them

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Friday Fantasy ~ Number Twenty-Six

The Thaumaturge and The Two-Headed Snake

They were an incredibly odd trio—the lumberjack, the lizard, and the spider.

The Thaumaturge and The Two-Headed Snake

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But, they had a task to perform and a foe to conquer.

The two-headed snake of Thester was loose in the forest—forty feet long with a two foot girth.

The lumberjack had to chop down a ring of trees of a certain depth all ’round the forest—he’d been at the task for days now—he was nine feet tall and stronger than ten other men.

The lizard was much smaller than a man but could blow fire, very hot fire, from it’s mouth—it would ignite the ring of felled trees—it was resting in the shade.

The spider was as large as a normal man and had the job of weaving the embers of the burned trees into a cage for the snake—it was eating a weed that helped it produce its silk.

The three of them had no idea they were engaged in what the man who assembled them considered a sacred act


The Thaumaturge of their country had told the three what to do but hadn’t explained the intricacies.

He was compelled to defeat the two-headed reptile and had actually been friends with Thester, many years ago.

Yet, the evoker of the snake had taken a much darker path

The two-headed monstrosity was really of no danger to anyone but the Thaumaturge; but, he thought it best to keep that to himself and maintain his grand position with the people of this country.

He had, in fact, instilled fear into the people about the satanic creature.

He’d chosen the lumberjack because he’d been born large, strong, and bereft of creative thought.

He’d chosen the lizard because he’d given it the power of producing streams of fire with its breath.

He’d chosen the spider because it was an artisan of weaving.


The lumberjack was finished with his chopping and sat down to drink ale and break wind.

The lizard, nearby, heard the result of the flatus and awoke.

The spider ambled over to the other two and spun a bit to warm up.

Naturally, all three had the power of speech.

They sat there, silent, until the Thaumaturge arrived


It was sunset when the Thaumaturge finally made his appearance.

The lumberjack began to speak but the Thaumaturge motioned silence.

The lizard began to speak and the Thaumaturge again urged quiet.

The spider spoke:

“I am ready to weave but the lizard must reduce this ring of trees to the smallest embers possible.”

The Thaumaturge looked quite wicked and said:

“Of course

All were silent then.

The sun had set.

The moon rose.

The two-headed snake could be heard issuing its contrapuntal hisses

The Thaumaturge told the lizard to circle the forest and quickly employ his incendiary ability.

He told the spider to follow along and weave the embers into a protective barrier.

He whispered to the lumberjack:

“If this fails, you must protect me.”

The lumberjack had no reason to question the Thaumaturge and simply said, “Yes”.


Before the moon reached its zenith, the trees had been reduced to innumerable coals.

The woven barrier was complete.

The snake approached the glowing silken hurdle and slithered right through

The lizard and spider made haste to depart.

The lumberjack stood in front of the Thaumaturge, who stood very still.

The snake, having two heads and the ability to move like lightning, sunk its fangs into both men.


The country round-about had a new Thaumaturge—one who dealt in no magic, one who had no satanic enemies, one who never worried and always gave simple advice to the people who revered him.

Thester, with his two-headed snake, moved to another country—seeking someone who practiced sorcery

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Friday Fantasy ~ Number Twenty-Five

Fable of The Distracted Dragon

~ He wasn’t sure what the trouble was.

Fable of The Distracted Dragon

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He’d ruled this part of the coast for a thousand years.

The humans did what he said—until a few days ago

He also thought his fire-breath was starting to cool down.


He was direct in his actions.

He’d been evoked a few days ago by the local wizard.

He was here to protect the humans and he was invisible.

His mission wasn’t to kill—merely chase the dragon away


His search for the cause of his woes seemed in vain.

He became morose.

He circled on the scent for hours but could see nothing.


He enjoyed his conjured life, short as it was to be.

His memories were all borrowed from the humans so he could appreciate the humor of a dragon flying in hopeless circles and puffing uselessly against the wind.

He moved in for the coup de grâce


He left the plain and flew over the forest toward the mountain.


He followed the dragon to the mountain and caused a horrible rock-fall, pelting the dragon with boulders and uprooted trees.


He couldn’t enter his lair—he lay confused and weary at the blocked entrance to his treasured magic gems.


He used his borrowed mind to determine his job was done and vanished.


He circled the mountain for months, fearing to join his clan.

He imagined he was the first dragon to be driven insane.

He finally took the long flight—returned whence he came


And so ends the Fable of The Distracted Dragon.

Except to say, there is a moral to this story:

When you’re dealing with a debilitating myth, use your evocative imagination

Copyright, 2014, Alexander M Zoltai
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Friday Fantasy ~ Number Twenty-Four

Dance of Immortality
Dance of Immortality

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 ~ She went to the forest to dance.

Her community said dancing was evil.

They said it led to immorality, they said it made women consort with the devil.

She understood how some of the women had used their bodies to entice, to lure men.

She understood why most of the men would fear such women, even during the moments they desired them.

But she wanted to dance like the trees

They so often took on aspects of fire—seeming to want to swirl free of their roots


She had a fire in her soul.

Her roots were in her community.

She had limbs like the trees.

She swirled in the forest


One day, she attired herself in her mother’s wedding dress and went to her forest.

She began the dance and didn’t stop till the sun went down.

She collapsed where she was and dreamed of dancing among the stars


She woke and saw she had danced to where the forest met the mountain.

Her soul-fire had burned-up her roots.

She danced up the mountain.


Her inmost fire kept her warm.

She danced to the peak.

She vanished

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