Storyfeather Year 8
The end of Year Eight “thank you and more” message from Nila.
Read More Storyfeather Year 8Category: Mythology
Many Things Have Hatched
“Do stars hatch from eggs?”
The little girl glanced up at her aunt as the two sat on a fancy padded bench before the glass display.
Her aunt smiled at her. “Not everything that’s born comes from eggs. You didn’t.”
“Then where did I come from?”
“I’ll…let your parents tell you all about that. But if you want to know about eggs, I do have a story you might like.”
Read More Many Things Have HatchedDidymedicus
The royal physician, Galena by name, examined the festering bruise just below the king’s ribcage. The king lay in a sleeping stupor. A state he had been in for three days, and yet it was only now, and only by order of the queen that the royal physician was allowed to examine her king.
Galena peered down at the bruise, around the margins of which there appeared an oozing of bright purple fluid.
“I had thought him a fool, but a harmless one,” the queen said.
Galena did not look up as she answered. “Is there such a thing?”
Read More DidymedicusThe Garden of Perpetuation
As it so happened, the Houses of the Black Radish, the Purple Carrot, and the Green Garlic all found themselves traveling the rough road that led to the garden of perpetuation.
They traveled thus, the human envoys carrying vegetable plant seed on their persons and vegetable spirit within their persons. As the envoys conversed among themselves, so too did the spirits of the vegetables.
“Root and bulb are we,” said the Radish, with sharp attention. “No tubers do I see.”
“The tubers are well-loved,” the Carrot remarked sweetly. “They have no need of the great garden.”
“So are we well-loved,” said the Garlic with mild bitterness. “Or once were. And will be again, I would wager.”
“But by then it may be too late,” Carrot warned. “We would be gone.”
Read More The Garden of PerpetuationCastle, Cave, or Cloud
She remembered darkness. And she remembered her name. That was all.
Spark zoomed into a heap of advancing clouds, grinning and gasping at the sensations of cold and wet, reaching out to touch what could not quite be grasped. She emerged on the other side, and spotted a colossal formation of rock and stone with three spires so high they topped the clouds. A mountain!
Maybe there, she thought.
Read More Castle, Cave, or CloudThe Sandalwood God
“I have heard of the great battle in the sky!”
The man with the cinnamon hair and the walnut-wood beard turned to the boy who had spoken.
“Have you?” the man said. “How curious? Tell me of it.”
The boy raised his arms to the sky and began speaking.
Read More The Sandalwood GodThe Caligo Palm
In an ancient age of the earth, the veil between life and afterlife was not so mysterious. There was no doubt that death was but a doorway leading to another realm where souls continued a journey that they began in the realm called life.
Read More The Caligo Palm