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good prevails in the end, or so the stories always say. it is the same in another tale that is told, another. there's enough to fill the whole of the night sky over again yet the hour grows late even as he wishes to hear more. there will be another night, he naively thinks. there will be more stories ( and with one last glance into a darkness that calls him so, he resigns himself to sleep, not knowing the next time he wakes it will be to ash and ruin ) ³\
how did magic come into our world? who taught us to pluck the delicate strands of power from the other world into ours, to weave them into spells? and who broke the two worlds, defied first mother and tore the wells between? but it is the good son who prevails in the end, it is always thus. and it is the traitor who is left to pay for his misdeeds. cleaved from his godly vessel he is now but one of the unclaimed and nameless spirits left wandering the mountains beyond ( a night bird stirs overhead, a coyote wails in the distance. the children cower and yet he looks out into the shadows as if searching ). ²\
( by firelight, ) the old stories echo in the night, recanted beneath the glow of a half moon. the children gather around a crackling fire watching the dance of sparks and embers, their eyes narrowed against the sting of woodsmoke. there, across the canopy of shimmering stars the tales are told. histories melding with legend, truths only half remembered, half embellished. lands of gods and spirits and their world that lies just beyond ( he reaches for the stars nonetheless, fingers grasping at empty air, numbing at the night's chill ). the story then returns to creation and there is a shared groan. it is a tale told time and again. the children know this one well. they are hushed, and the story continues. the old woman's voice rises into the night, roughened by age but holding a tone that demands all to heed. she tells the old tale of first mother, her sons, and the lavish world of dreams she had for them. something changes in the story teller's voice, sorrow perhaps, thoughts of what might have been had we not fallen so. she tells of the son who remained and the one who left .. ¹\
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