“Do you want to hear the story then?”
“Not really,” she mumbled, but the boy hadn’t heard her or, if he had, he chose not to listen.
“A very, very long time ago,” he began again.
She hugged herself, wondering just how long ago this story took place and how long she would have to endure his rambling.
“There once be a merchant. He cherished wealth above all else. When his wife popped out a baby boy, he named him
“
The boy hushed her. After he wedged the roasting stick between two stones, he continued his story.
“Ertoi grew into a strong, handsome man. Had a talent for carving, he did. Could make everything from just about anything: clay, brick, stone, wood. Since Ertoi could make valuable treasure from common junk, this made Ertoi’s father
A gaggle of children led a woman toward the fire, where they sat beyond the circle of light.
“The town’s ale maker had a daughter. She
The young boy jumped to his feet and sashayed around in a tiny circle, bouncing about with light steps and twirling invisible long hair. “
The children snickered at the boy’s impression of
“Their eyes met and
The mother laughed this time.
“Is there a point to this story?” Ule tried to interject as more people gathered around the campfire, drawn in by the boy’s words and dramatic gestures. Her question went unanswered.
“
“It was never a forest,” Ule complained. “A grassy knoll maybe, with the odd small wood, but never a forest.”
The woman in black tutted at her. Affronted, Ule gaped at the woman and again at the boy when he resumed the story.
“It once be an ancient forest with ancient trees, and
A pang of envy struck Ule. She kept her discomfort to herself.
“
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The Forgotten Gemstone, Book One in A
© Kit Daven & Eager Eye Books, 2013.
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, situations, and references portrayed in this story either fictitious or
Cover art by Sean Chappell,
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