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A wizard once lived who could bestow the gift of a long life. Some said a hundred years, others five hundred. No matter the length, the storyteller always ends the tale with this warning: “Be you tall or small; all things must balance. Be careful what you ask for, as…

When Sasha, a young girl from a remote community, arrived to work on the farm, no one realized how she would change their world. While walking one morning, Sasha encountered an abandoned graveyard choked with weeds. The following day, she gathered an armful of flowers and a hand sickle and…

Long ago and far away, there once was a particular forest. There was nothing extraordinary about the trees or animals living there. What made the forest special was that a dragon lived at its heart. Unlike most dragons that cause an uproar, this dragon was lazy and tended not to…

I’m about to tell you a lie, although not a complete lie. Some parts happened, but I will leave that to you to decide. Long ago, but not too long ago, a Faun named Fador lived. His life was simple and primarily merry. He enjoyed making the forest animals happy…

Inspired by William Allingham’s Poem “Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a-hunting, For fear of little men.” Grampa told Terry and Rachel the old stories as he tucked them in bed for the night. “Papa, why are the Wee Folk so bad?” asked Rachel. Her grandfather…

Fall came slowly and multicolored. Mrs. Tweedy stood on her front porch, shaking her head back and forth as if to say, “Things aren’t right.” Her neighbors wondered why the usually cheerful matron looked so gloomy. The baker’s daughter thought it might be from missing her husband, or maybe it…

Cold nights always upset Ivan. Alone in his room, buried beneath a woolen blanket pile, the boy listened to the cracks, bangs, and thumps of his grandmother’s old house. He liked it best when the wind howled outside since it covered those other sounds in the house; he was safe…

One morning before sunrise, Ottilia went exploring, and, wouldn’t you know it, she ran straight into a troll. Ragnarr didn’t like Ottilia; he didn’t care for anyone. Ragnarr started yelling about grinding her bones and causing it to rain fire from the heavens – the usual troll stuff. With her…

Long ago, when the stars were young and sparkled brighter, there lived a seer of visions. Alone in her caravan, Muska would gaze into her singing bowl to glimpse possible futures. People were willing to pay significant sums to know their fate. Muska turned away those whose hearts were not…

I am Slovar Dragon from the old country, and will tell you the old story of a boy who did not listen to his elders and fell deeply into troubles.Every day, the boy would walk home from school through the forest. It took him a long time and was very dull.The…

“Look, Uwan, it’s our time to shine. We can take on the Dark One and earn our place. Tell me, whoever heard of a grounder being a hero? Now’s our chance to put the slimmers in stories told around the fire,” said Jacques.”Gee, I don’t know, Jacques. We’re so small,…

“I wonder,” said the old rabbit. “Could it be that the Celtics saw the moon as a way to understand their world, and that is why they built these standing stones,” asked the rabbit. “Perhaps we’ll never know. Still, I wonder,” said the rabbit to no one in particular.