REVENGE
Effyingham, 1423
The gnarled dwarf was blamed for every ill that had befallen the village even for the drowning of four-year old Lucy. The villagers had had enough and pelleted him with stones and sticks as they banished him once and for all from their lives. "We will meet again, I promise." he uttered to himself.
Effyngham, 1424
Why was the church bell ringing at this odd of the morning? It caught the attention of the villagers. Most paused performing their tasks to observe the peculiar sight. Donned in gaudy colored clothes, a bizarre looking visitor sauntered into the village flaunting a bright yellow flower in one hand and a knap sack in the other. He was faithfully followed by two endearing playful puppies.
Normally cordial, the villagers viewed him with curious eyes and cautious smiles. He held their attention with an unusual chant, "Live merrily today, love passionately tonight for tomorrows often disappear." These puzzling words were quickly forgotten once they observed him casting seeds upon the ground and flowers blossomed behind his footsteps. He left them to their musings which allowed them to forget their daily trials and tribulations. An abundance of happiness filled the air as they came together to celebrate these beautiful gifts. The puppies' never-ending antics fascinated the children whose laughter and giggles could be heard throughout the day.
The parties continued for several hours. As the sun set itself low in the sky, exhilaration turned into exhaustion. No one noticed the night chill nor the hooting of the owls. The moon spread its glow over the village and the sweetest of slumber washed over all the merry makers.
As dawn approached, little by little these simple people woke to a nightmare! The beautiful flowers were shriveled, their fields parched. Their cattle and sheep lay lifeless in the pastures. The church tower was tilted and the bell was found broken on the
ground. The children were not found in their beds. What kind of pranks were they playing? Worse yet, they weren't anywhere to be seen. Panicking parents searched high and low. The children just seemed to have disappeared.
In the distance from over the hill they faintly heard a chant, "Live merrily today, love passionately tonight for tomorrows often disappear."
Despondency and despair blanketed this once charming village which now lay in ruin. Their fields were now barren, their animals were no longer alive and their children, the inheritors of the future, vanished during the night.
The false prophet moves from town to town enchanting those with magical feats. Beware! He takes away tomorrows.
The gnarled dwarf was blamed for every ill that had befallen the village even for the drowning of four-year old Lucy. The villagers had had enough and pelleted him with stones and sticks as they banished him once and for all from their lives. "We will meet again, I promise." he uttered to himself.
Effyngham, 1424
Why was the church bell ringing at this odd of the morning? It caught the attention of the villagers. Most paused performing their tasks to observe the peculiar sight. Donned in gaudy colored clothes, a bizarre looking visitor sauntered into the village flaunting a bright yellow flower in one hand and a knap sack in the other. He was faithfully followed by two endearing playful puppies.
Normally cordial, the villagers viewed him with curious eyes and cautious smiles. He held their attention with an unusual chant, "Live merrily today, love passionately tonight for tomorrows often disappear." These puzzling words were quickly forgotten once they observed him casting seeds upon the ground and flowers blossomed behind his footsteps. He left them to their musings which allowed them to forget their daily trials and tribulations. An abundance of happiness filled the air as they came together to celebrate these beautiful gifts. The puppies' never-ending antics fascinated the children whose laughter and giggles could be heard throughout the day.
The parties continued for several hours. As the sun set itself low in the sky, exhilaration turned into exhaustion. No one noticed the night chill nor the hooting of the owls. The moon spread its glow over the village and the sweetest of slumber washed over all the merry makers.
As dawn approached, little by little these simple people woke to a nightmare! The beautiful flowers were shriveled, their fields parched. Their cattle and sheep lay lifeless in the pastures. The church tower was tilted and the bell was found broken on the
ground. The children were not found in their beds. What kind of pranks were they playing? Worse yet, they weren't anywhere to be seen. Panicking parents searched high and low. The children just seemed to have disappeared.
In the distance from over the hill they faintly heard a chant, "Live merrily today, love passionately tonight for tomorrows often disappear."
Despondency and despair blanketed this once charming village which now lay in ruin. Their fields were now barren, their animals were no longer alive and their children, the inheritors of the future, vanished during the night.
The false prophet moves from town to town enchanting those with magical feats. Beware! He takes away tomorrows.
