Pleiostinau was once the most feared demon in all the land. It took the combined efforts of the most noble-hearted warriors, several wizards and witches to finally seal the demon inside an oak tree deep in the forest.
The enchantment could not stop Pleiostinau from continuing his dark arts, though. It merely contained his reach. The trees around Pleiostinauās prison all rotted and died. Anyone who came upon his dark clearing soon fell ill or came to a violent end. Soon, rumors of the evil in the forest prevented anyone from venturing too far in.
Centuries passed and rumors turned into stories. Stories turned into old wivesā tales and eventually the human world forgot about Pleiostinau. The human towns and settlements grew and the forest shrank.
āWhat do you reckon happened here?ā asked one of the loggers who came across Pleiostinauās clearing.
āTree rot, most likely,ā replied his co-worker. āThat tree in the middle is probably a good āun if it survived.ā
Pleiostinau was itching for carnage. It had been decades since a living creature dared approach his prison. But Pleiostinau was smart and knew that if he killed the loggers, they would be his last victims.
Pleiostinau bided his time. He allowed cuttings to be taken to laboratories and greenhouses. The humans studied his branches, trying to figure out how this tree survived amongst the rot that surrounded it. Pleiostinau used the cuttings to explore the New World. When the scientists left, Pleiostinau extended his leafy tendrils to use their computers.
The tree cuttings were studied and ripped apart faster than Pleiostinau could grow them. It seemed that a part of his curse meant that Pleiostinau could only thrive in the soil of his original prison.
The research stopped. Pleiostinauās tree was cut down. He hoped to become part of a house where he could drive the occupants mad. Pleiostinauās prison ended up primarily as firewood. He felt his power shrinking each time the wood was burned. He tried to spread beyond fireplaces but modern man had invented extinguishers.
The lumber from Pleiostinauās prison was recalled and labeled as unfit for firewood. Pleiostinau sat in the clearance section of a hardware store considering his options. He was no longer in the forest but he was now in pieces.
One day, a young man purchased all the remaining lumber from Pleiostinauās tree. He spoke to the wood, telling it how the young man was going to be a father. Pleiostinau felt his excitement grow. As a crib, he could corrupt the child and maybe even possess it. In order to do that, Pleiostinau would have to resist the urge to create chaos between the young man and his wife.
Each night, the young man would come into his shed to work on his gift. He treated and sanded the wood, imbuing it with the love he had for his wife and future child. Pleiostinau was pulled into complacency, telling himself that he was just biding his time.
The work began to take shape. It was to be a rocking horse, not a crib. Pleiostinau felt disappointed until he saw the cradle being carved. The young man planned to attach a cradle to soothe their baby until it grew strong enough to sit on its own.
The young man finished smoothing and varnishing the rocking horse. He brought it into the childās room and surprised his pregnant wife. She was filled with joy. Her touch shocked Pleiostinau. He had never met someone with such a pure heart.
The child was born and Pleiostinau began his work. He began speaking to the child, infusing its mind with memories of the forest. Somehow, the child brought light to every dark lesson.
Pleiostinau welcomed the challenge. He had not met an apprentice worthy of his time until now. Pleiostinau cast spells of protection over the house and its inhabitants. After all, he did not want his efforts to go to waste.
The child grew stronger. It began to walk and speak earlier than most. Pleiostinau was proud of the hand he played in raising the child.
The rocking horse was the childās favorite toy. After each outing, the child would race to their room to tell the horse about their adventures outside. On sunny days, the child dragged the rocking horse into the yard and they went on adventures together.
The Parents took great care of the rocking horse. The Father oiled the wood and fixed loose screws while telling the child stories. The Mother cleaned the horse and found herself talking to it when no one else was around. She painted the name āPleiostinauā on the base of the rocking horse. A strange name, but her child insisted that was what the horse was called.
Pleiostinau continued to teach the child magic. The child was a fast learner. As their lessons progressed, Pleiostinau found himself leaning away from the dark arts. He told himself that it was because the child needed to learn the basics first, but even Pleiostinau had doubts. The child was nearing school age and Pleiostinau had not once tried to possess it.
The child grew too large for the rocking horse. Pleiostinau knew he had missed his chance. But instead of regret, Pleiostinau felt relieved. He would continue to watch over the child until his wood rotted away. It seemed like a fitting end.
With that thought, the rocking chair shattered and Pleiostinau was released from his prison. He rose up, unsure of what to do now. The child entered the room as Pleiostinau pondered.
āMum made stroganoff.ā The child extended their hand. āCome, brother.ā
Pleiostinau took the childās hand. As they passed a mirror, Pleiostinau saw that he had been reborn into a childās body. He understood then that he was being given a second chance. Pleiostinau knew he wouldnāt waste it this time around.