Folksburywoods Story Blog

Teerok sat and gazed upon his golden sphere, “You shine like the sun, moon, and stars,” said the little Dorn.

Day in and day out, he would not eat or drink, only gaze upon his golden sphere.

“Teerok, you will die if you don’t stop your gazing,” warned the birds. The Dorn ignored everything and everyone.

One Autumn morning, the miller found the little Dorn cold and stiff. He was lying beside his home, still clutching his golden sphere.

The village folk buried him under a poplar tree and took the sphere, throwing it into the river.

“Good riddance to bad luck,” said the miller. The current rolled the sphere down the river and out to sea.

Some said it was gold fever that kept the Dorn mesmerized, but the sphere was not made of gold.

“Bad magic,” the wise woman said, but the sphere was not magical at all.

Teerok could not pull his eyes away from the sphere. When he gazed, he saw a reflection of a world. In this world, everything was bright and beautiful.

“I want to go there,” the Dorn would whisper over and over. One morning, he finally went.

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