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Okoko Greneholt, after becoming Queen; most enchanted tree hugging albino, in the whole village

Tale 19: Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of The Grand West  (chapter 10.1 -

Another Day 10/10) part 4. Stories of Old

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           As mentioned many ties, the shadow veil is colourless, and quiet; except for anything magic. This meant that the only place with colour in the shadow veil, was somewhere entirely covered with magic and fey. If you are a tree, you live in a forest with your kin. If you are a magic tree, in the shadow veil, you make a forest of bewildering wonder. The Tree Kingdom in the shadow veil, is thick, containing every type of legendary plant; making a colourful forest of trees, shrubs, roots, fruits and flowers. Not nearly as psychedelic as Eatheltwein and Meriam’s escapades in Hispania, but still a lot to take in. The tree children said hello, and Meriam and Eatheltwein said hello back. They alchemized water to make the tree children happy, and sang some folk songs to the flowers. Each time, Eathel inquired where the Tree Gate was in their kingdom. None of the floral fey knew where the Tree Gate was, but they thought their mother, The Tree King, might. The Tree King, like all beast kings, is a bigger version of what her kingdom is. She is indeed, the biggest beast king; the biggest most colourful blooming tree in all of Ealden Cynedom. So tall she is, that you will miss her; her girth so wide, and branches so tall, that she is out of sight. Meriam and Eathel circled her for an hour yelling for her attention. Or more, they circled where she should have been; a giant cleaning in the middle of the Tree Kingdom’s forest of her precious children. Then Eatheltwein saw a grassy patch with a stone pedestal, recognizing exactly what it was; the shadow veil side of a gate. Perhaps The Tree King was in the day veil? Meriam wondered what ever would make a beast king go to the day veil, aside form worry for their children. Then she remembered her daughter; what if the Tree King left because of love?

           Bantia is really hot. Not as hot as The Feilds of Fire in the central south, but hot enough that the grasslands are tall and brittle, and the fauna large and fast. The southern Savanah was pocketed by unique forests, cactus’s, birch and baobab. It was like nothing Eatheltwein or Meriam had ever seen. They could see the landscape of Bantia through the tall and thin tree children of the forested they walked into. Soon, they spotted the circular walls of a compound, making up a local village. The walls of the compound were painted with handprints, and smoke from cooking and smudging came from inside. Within the forest however, there was a thin path of leaf litter through the earth; like the small paths made in the flowerbed of a garden, or an autumn deer trail in an orchard.

“Want to help me put masks on the trees?” They heard a vice say. Turning around, Eatheltwein and Meriam saw a tall thin albino man, with teal eyes, and pale hair weaved and tied into strings by coins and teal ribbons. He wore white and pastel tree kingdom robes, and brass jewellery. The robes composed of two layers of wrapped fabric, a cropped vest like coat, a flower crown, and ankle boots. He held a basket of masks, and iron and titanium oxide painted fabric. In his other hand, was a copper vase of alchemized water. He looked happy to see them; and judging by his eyes, robes, and ability to speak Anglian, a mage.

“Hello. I am Meriam Craweleoth, and this is my nephew Eatheltwein Cyendom. We are here too…. see Bantia?” Meriam said, looking around. She realized she was essentially a tourist.

“Neat! I’m Okoko Greeneholt. Deez treez, said they wanted to look nice to scare away axemen in the village.” Okoko laughed. “This entire pocked forest is all made of tree children, and I am the mage of this magic forest. The locals, down there in the compound, forced me in here when I went dark; So, I just went with it. It’s a little funny, because going dark didn’t change my colours… Maybe they didn’t actually want me there, now that I think about it. So now, I’m like a magic gardener, but I’m a heartman not a charmer. Make healing elixures form the tree childrens gifts instead of just singing to them. Anyway, back to the axemen; Want to help me make these fey extra dapper, to scare the commoners off?” Okoko said, handing Meriam a painted mask with twine. She shrugged, and looked at Eatheltwein who also took a mask. They are, as mages, in favour of protecting fey. However, the trees were not very polite, and kept inquiring about intimate matters and making distasteful jokes. Okoko simply hummed happily, and gave the trees water and attire. Meriam looked around and asked about the fey. Okoko reported leaf litter drakes where in the ditches, and there were mandril like monkey children in the bigger trees. Mothkin and nut elves also wandered around. The place was quiet, with occasional outbursts of laughter and whispering.

           Okoko was kind enough to catch birds for them to eat, and show them his journals. Meriam had never eaten anything so burnt in her life. The coffee was good though; very exotic.

“You like my gate, but I don’t understand why you would just come here to take notes… What does Anglia have to gain from braking boundaries? You are as fair as they say, and equally kind; but Bantia is suspicious of people bringing animals, substances, and criminals into our land. The gaurds at our borders examine everyone equally, and harshly. As a result, we may live without fear of anything. Well, other then the giant animals in the open savannah. But otherwise, everyone is super laid back because if it gets into Bantia, it’s A-Okay!” he rambled. Then Okoko pause. “But if, you do want to look into that village, don’t mention me. As I previously suggested, they don’t like me.” he grumbled.

“Why don’t they like you? Your so nice…” Eatheltwein asked.

“You don’t fear Wizards?” Meriam inquired.

“That’s the problem. I’m too nice; they think I’m weak for letting bees have their honey, and sparing leopards. And as for the wizards, around here they are really nice; no clue what would ever make someone fear one. Just commoners with wands... They mind their own. Why?”

“Wizards have killed but all other mages.” Meriam said.

“That’s sad. I don’t think anyone here is interested in murder. That’s the fodder of far-off lands. People here don’t even carry arms. We need our hands to gather food, hunt, and make homes. I mean, why work hard to murder, when you could just help each other? Makes no sense.”

“That sentiment makes me wish I could stay. Now that I don’t have anything to lose.” Meriam sighed. “I have the magic to manipulate time, that could make people live again, or I could revisit them; but it doesn’t seem right.”

“That’s also sad. You must be here because your sad. Feeling alone, trapped, and fearing death is scary. Does the visiting my here home help?”

“A bit” Eathel said. “I would like to see these large animals, and unarmed village folk you speak of.”

“You are free to do so. Before you go, I have one last favor to ask.” Okoko chimed. “I am looking for a tall maiden, of the normal very deep complexion, with a crown of crystal flower, in fine shimmering fabric. She is my greatest company, and only asks for water. She also thanks me and gives me food! I want to tell her I love her. Have you seen her?” he asked. Eatheltwein and Meriam shock their heads. It would seem he may have been speaking about the Tree King in human form.

“She may be in the village if she is so easily mistaken for your kin. You do know, you just described the Tree King Master Greeneholt?” Meriam asked. Judging by his expression, he did not know the lady of his affections, was a tenth of all magic. Nor did he care. It simply answered some of his questions.

“I wonder if I kiss her, if I will become a Beast Queen! Tree Queen… I already love and care for her children. She did mention something about pears. I wonder if our children will start as pears as pretty as her flowers, that I plant and water with love, then they sprout out of the ground to be hugged in the spring.” Okoko pondered. Out loud. Eatheltwein was toughly disturbed. The thought of babies popping out of the ground after being buried was a bit much, after so much coffee. What if you dig them up to repot them? Do you repot a baby tree person; do they die? Eatheltwein got up and headed to leave the magic forest after this train of thought, to look for the Tree King. Meriam quickly got up to follow.

“Wahts his deal? Did I say something?” Okoko said, stopping her.

“Yes, he’s my nephew.” Meriam said.

“Wait, he is king of Anglia by now? Word travels fast by hawk and merchants. Nothing about murdering wizrds though. I can tell that’s what bothers you right now.” Okoko said, beginning to grind magic spices, now that he had Meriam’s attention. “You said all the mages died, in spite of fairy robe protection; they must have had a good reason for handing themselves in. Are you going to hand yourself in? Knowing even your ability to control time, won’t stop your kingdoms wizards, and staying here won’t satisfy your broken heart?” He continued. Meriam didn’t respond, and resumed following her nephew. The trees echoed his words as she walked along. It made Eatheltwein sad, and it made Meriam began to think about her position. The trees spoke, that’s kind of funny. Her nephew and daughter have good futures, that is kind of happy. Meriam had seen the world, saved countless lives, lived a long healthy fulfilling life, and finally had inner peace; and that was kind of beautiful. There was nothing to lose if she chose to let the wizards kill her and think they had won, and stop their madness. Now that, was incredibly satisfying.

           The village was upon sandy earth, surrounded by patches of tall grass. The huts where white with the same handprints as the compound walls. The entire compound was a series of circles, with doors all facing northwest. The rooves where straw, and the center of the compound had a stature of a lady over a well. The people where tall, deep skinned, and had eyes of any natural colour. Their hair was braided, cut, fluffed, and tied in ways that seemed to defy Meriam and Eatheltwein’s understanding. The thick, yet soft weaved fabrics, made checkers, zigzags, and spots, in a myriad of colours, as they were wrapped with beads of various materials on the men and woman. The village had a distinct colour pallet, and an air of peace. It was as equisite as any land Meriam had previously visited. No one looked at Meriam or Eathel, or seemed stressed by each other; in fact, there was countless moments of teamwork. From caring for children, to weaving baskets, working metal, cooking, and making tools, everyone had a few friends helping them out. Then they saw a man clad in gold and indigo fabrics, and ivory and quills tied regally in his hair. He was holding onto a tall woman with a flowered crown and silken robes, similar to Okokos. Even her eyes iridised in the pastels of wildflowers. She looked absolutely terrified. Meriam walked over to the man, sitting on a sturdy carved stool, and tore the Tree King away from him.

“She is a king of fey. She needs to go home. Okoko wants to give her a true loves kiss, and such forth. Magic isn’t owned by anyone.” Meriam scolded. “Also, have you no honour? Holding a woman, you don’t know like that.” She snapped. In old Anglian. The man looked confused at her; like a fairy was speaking tongues at him. He looked at Eatheltwein, like he was hoping that would give him more information. It did not.

“I was just holding onto her until we figured out who she was; she seemed scared…” he said calmly in old Bantian. Eatheltwein started to panic, not understanding a word the man said.

“Yes!” Eathtwein squeaked; And then he grabbed Meriam by the wrist and ran off back to the forest. The women and children laughed, and the men tried not too. Two forighners were running of with a lost stranger they were trying to help. A lady outside the village waved them off.

“No one here knows Anglian. You folks may want to put on some white water; you foreign fair folk, tend to turn red real quick round here. That aside, I’m obligated to ask you to state your business.” She giggled, looking the three of them up and down. Meriam and Eatheltwein pointed to the Tree King. “Oh yeah…Chief took her to spite his little brother, Okoko, and convinced everyone she was a lost traveler. Even though she’s obviously fey. Don’t wanna’ go around pissing off fey. You must be mages by the getup. Tell Okoko that Nightengale misses holding his hand with her brother while callin’ honey guides. Holding hands keeps people you like, safe and close; looks like you got the idea already.” She finished. Eatheltwein and Meriam, were indeed tightly grasping each other.

           Back in the forest, Eatheltwein and Meriam brought the Tree King back to Okoko, who was still grinding spices for a potion. Meriam coughed to get his attention, and the plants started saying hello to their mother. The Tree King smiled sweetly at each of her beloved children. Okoko looked up, and lit up. He jumped to his feet, and gave her a big hug. He held both her hand, and kissed her. With gold dust, he got a shinny bigger flowered crown himself, and his robes began to shimmer like hers.

“You’re ok.” Okoko said. “Thank you, Meriam and Eathel!” he smiled. It was so sudden, saccharine, and casual; It caught them off guard before they could coo.

“I wonder if cousin Odette’s Queening was like that…” Eathel asked, leaning in to whisper. “Then again, I don’t recall her leaping into anything without a speech, and deep consideration…” He went on. Meriam giggled. Odette defiantly just landed one on her love after a slow burn.

“Should we look for Odette in the Raven Kingdom; on our way back tonight? We must be brisk as not to arouse suspicion. Have you even seen her since she disappeared to be queen?” Eathel asked.

“No, where not stopping to look for her. And I have only ever gotten a glimpse in all these years. I like to think she is as happily wed, just as you.” Meriam smiled. She sat down, and began to grind the herbs, as Okoko and the Tree King sat down to talk holding hands. They looked like they had a type of love that makes the world disappear. Meriam remembered that feeling, and it made her sad again. Then she remembered what was waiting back home, and she felt scared, and stopped grinding. She had left the moment again. Then Eathel held her hand, and whipped her face.

Seeing the merriment of the Bantian people, and Okoko with his wife, made Eatheltwein sad too; the loss of his uncle, becoming king, and knowing he would lose his aunt to wizards. She was like a mother to him. Eatheltwein knew he would survive, but he didn’t like thinking about death right now.

“I miss uncle, Odette, and I will miss you. I will hide the Raven Gate, keep up the guise of wizard, and have a happy family, and a farm after I exchange power. I will guard the magic forest of the Capital as it’s mage, wear my fairy robes to stay safe, and live long. I will have happily ever after. Just as you wish, and I wish. Is there anything else you ask of me when your time comes? Okoko was right when he said that that’s what is bothering you.” Eatheltwein asked, when they started heading back home.

“Take Murdoc’s journals to Pepperidge, and bury my journals with the Raven Gate. Like me, this world needs years to accept and adapt to the damage and change. It needs space. I lived to save lives and love magic, and I will die doing the same. Though, we will never know when that will happen.” Meriam said.

“When you decide to face the people without fairy robes, to stop the city form burning; That’s when. I will not bury your journals, robes or keepsakes; those belong to Odette; thus, I will leave them with her in the Raven Kingdom. Since it is up to you, may I ask you please choose to stay just a little longer.” Eathel began to sob. They were still holding hands.

Meriam and Eatheltwein arrived back in The Capitol, like nothing had happened. The casual manor of which they walked up the smooth cobles to the palace, made no one take notice. As royalty, no one asked where they had gone. At dinner, there was spiced wine, and good conversation; Charlette had ordered the servants to prepare a nice meal for everyone in the palace, as a distraction. It was a happy memory, and pleasant surprise. At bedtime, Meriam had fresh clean sheets and gown; even while she was no longer queen, she lived here in luxury and gratitude. For the first time, sincer Fredrick left her side, she slept well. And when she woke, she realized she had complete control over the rest of her life, given her magic and status. It was both comforting, and terrifying.

           As years went by, and Meriam got to hold her grand niece, and see the first royal Trilith Tree grow in the shadow veil. She learned to cook and do laundry for fun, instead of spite, and had tea with Charlette. Meriam helped conduct the construction of a ranch in the country side, as a second home for the royal family. On the anniversary of Felin’s death, she left red clover at the boarder. On the anniversary of her marriage to Fredrick, she wore her periwinkle dress and pearls. When board, Meriam rode her kestrel familiar Nihten, around the growing city, and then followed it up by reading hate mail form wizards, in the palace courtyard; preferable while drunk on imported beverages. Whenever she left the palace, Meriam always wore her fairy robes, and stopped to look at the Raven Gate. Each year, for five years, she enjoyed the simple things in life. Each day, it got easier, and each month that passed, wizards tried harder to destroy the gate, and get her from the palace. She would stand at a hall window when she woke up at night to watch them with the satisfaction, she was untouchable.

One night however, Meriam went to stop them. They were hurting guards and knights with their magic; and threaten Eatheltwein and his family with arson. They just kept attempting to storm the palace. Normally, Meriam stopped their attacks with protection charms, or in person. But not tonight. Tonight, she arrived at the Raven Gate, before the group of wizards, whose fire was visible from her study. They were about to burn the square. Tonight, Meriam wore nothing but her finest sleeping gown. She summoned a basic stool from the kitchen, and sat on it in front of the Raven Gate; out in the open ripe for the slaying. She stared at the wizards like a stalking tiger waiting to pounce.

“Stop it. You’re terrifying and endangering your friends, the city, the nation, and the government. Magic is not meant for war; you already know this. You’re all being silly, and disgraceful. If you want to wield magic, wield it with compassion and wonder; not whatever this is” Meriam said gesturing to the wizards. She sat quietly guarding the gate, with Nihten on her shoulder. Even still, the wizards feared her. Meriam could do any magic she wished without robes, and wield the unbreakable blade. The growing wizard community was causing chaos for years, just to get at her; and she came to them in her most helpless state. At first, Meriam defended and countered their swords, fire, and spells. Defeating them, but not killing them. Then suddenly, a young paladin wizard, of mixed heritage, pulled aside a comrade to put his blade through Meriam; pushing her through the Raven Gate and into the shadow veil. Even though she had helped them all by ending war, the wizards were pleased to see her gone; They took the trophy of being the ones who killed the last mage.

Meriam lay gasping, and bleeding; but surrounded by the comfort of magic. Then a woman, who was tall and white, in raven fairy kingdom robes stood over Meriam. She had icy blue eyes, and wore the same makeup as Meriam used to; even the knot of her white hair was tied the same as Meriam. They had met before. Odette had felt Meriam enter the Raven Kingdom, and finally chose to talk to her mother. She knelt down, and pulled Meriam onto her lap, and began to cry.

“Mother. It’s me Odette. I’m sorry this veil has caused me to forget about you, and never visit. Why do you bleed like you are dying…? Was it the wizards my children speak of?” Odette said. She was flustered, and Meriam just held her hand. “You like learning magic right, mother? Did you know all Beast Queen’s possess the ability to give a kiss to the head, that heals with love? Do you need my love mother?” Odette cried.

“No. You already love me, and I love you. I don’t need a silly kiss to prove that.” Meriam responded, pulling Odettes hand to her chest, and giving her the small hour glass she used to concentrate on time magic. “In Bantia, they always hold hands; I went there with Eatheltwein. They say it is to keep those you love close and safe.”

“That sounds like a nice thing to take away form an adventure. You brought home so many nice things from your adventures, mother. But you can control time, and have magic on your side; you bring peace to the kingdoms, but not to magic? Do the wizards need time to learn to respect and love magic like us? And mother, why did you not wear your fairy robes to protect you? That’s what they’re for. Why did you choose this?” Odette pleaded. She began rocking her mother to her chest, hands still clasped. “Why do you not wish to be healed?”

“Because this is a beautiful place, to end a story.”

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