The king was cruel, both to his daughter and to her suitors. For he was not content for her to be wooed by gifts or by lineage. He devised a contest, a deadly contest, for all who wished to try and win the princess’s hand. She would one day be queen of a rich and prosperous realm by the sea. And the one who stood by her side would share in those riches and that prosperity.
There is a potion that can be made from the bright yellow mushroom that grows in the vales beyond the blue grasses. The potion must be made in a certain way or it would contain no power at all. The potion had to be made twice, once at sunrise and once at sunset, of the same day. So in truth, it was two potions. Whatever the potion made at sunrise did, the potion made at sunset could undo.
She was never seen. Neither face nor form. Some say it was because she was so beautiful that the queen and king feared she would inspire terrible and unrelenting envy. Others said the opposite was true. She was hideous, deformed. She was never heard. Neither wit nor word. Some said there was no princess, and therefore, no suitable heir. For the queen and king had had another child, but he was only a son.
“Boss, we got a weird signal.”
Storyfeather Year Two, Copyright © 2015 Sanjay Patel.
This week’s story will be posted by midnight on Sunday, November 8. This is the anniversary post for Storyfeather’s second year.
Thank you to everyone who read even one of the fifty-two stories I posted during the second year. Thank you for your precious time and your interest. Thank you for supporting my dream. Thank you for being a part of Storyfeather, Year Two!
Year Two had a theme that I decided upon after realizing the first few stories had something in common…Objects of Power. Many a week, it helped to think of that theme when I didn’t know what I should write about. I’d wander through a room looking at the objects, and I’d ask myself if I already had a story about spoons, bricks, or guitars. The theme provided focus and a challenge (especially when I forgot about it until I’d started writing). Boy did I have fun writing these stories. And boy am I proud to have completed a second year.
Another significant milestone over the past year was the opening of the online Storyfeather store on October 1. Over the next year, I will add a couple of pages that contain image-based links to all the Year One and Year Two stories, to make it easier and more fun to browse through. Eventually, I hope to do a Storyfeather podcast to provide an audio version of each story. As the site develops, the core challenge will remain the same, a story a week.
The above image is a picture I took of artwork created by Sanjay Patel to commemorate Storyfeather’s two-year anniversary. Each image block represents one of the stories from the second year in the order it was posted. A lot happened in the year two stories. A genie was unleashed, mortals wielded the power of gods, eggs randomly came out of an enchanted pocket, wonders like blood substitutes and sentient substances were invented, objects of power were encountered…
Here’s to seeing what Year Three brings. Thanks again, Mighty Readers.
Long Live Stories!
“Are you all right?” the voice asked. “Can you tell me your name?”
It was a man. She heard him. She couldn’t see him. All she saw was the bright golden light.
“Do you think you can get up?” he asked.
She didn’t realize that she was down.