[ OT ] This Week 's Theme - Folklore & Fairytale

“ The flame haired man came to the edge of the forest he had walked in for so long. Much longer than he could clearly remember. He only had a faint memory of a deal with a witch king about rescuing his, no its offspring from a monster which lives in the depths of the forest he had walked in for so long. He couldn ’ t even remember what was its part of the deal, but he remembered his. That was enough for him. 
 
 “ The man stared at the blue sky he had yearned to see. He didn ’ t see it, however. The only thing he saw in that sky were grey clouds, and black smoke coming from the top of the mountain- ” 
 
 “ A mountain, hah! Believe that. At least tell us realistic stories as we get warm. Not these children ’ s stories. ” Jim shouted as he warmed his hands near the campfire. “ I mean, ” he continued, “ you might as well be telling us the story of Krump, the Orangutan Who Wanted to Rule the World. Something to make kids fall asleep. ” 
 
 “ Shut up, ” the narrator snarled at Jim. “ If you don ’ t want to listen to my story, you can leave my campfire. Also, for your knowledge, mountains are very real. I have seen one with my own two eyes, but that ’ s a story for another time. As I was saying, 
 
 “ He saw the black smoke coming from the mountain he was standing on the base of. It was going to be a long climb. He walked on the snowy path up the mountain. 
 
 “ The climb was not easy, once an avalanche -think of it like all the snow falling from the sky at once- almost killed him, and now he stood in front of an old man. The man smiled a toothless smile. 
 
 “ ‘ The one who wants to pass must answer this riddle. ’ he said, ‘ It ’ s more powerful than the Devil, more evil than God. The poor have it, the rich don ’ t want it. If you eat it you die. So what do you say traveler. ’ 
 
 “ The flame haired man thought if he could just slay this old fool, but something told him it was a terrible idea. So he thought, what is something that the poor have that the rich don ’ t want? What, what, what… Nothing came to his mind. Nothing! Of course, that was the answer. He told the old man and he was let through. 
 
 “ The man climbed the treacherous, icy mountain, and he was in front of the cave which the smoke came out from. He walked in the cave, his sword drawn. The darkness in the cave was almost absolute, but then he saw a faint light. He walked towards it. 
 
 “ He regretted this move because he saw, in the light of a fire, a - a- ummm, I know. He saw something his mind could barely comprehend. It was a creature similar to a öffell squid, with its many tentacles and whatnot. In one of these hideous tentacles, there was a stick. The man wasn ’ t afraid of the stick, as it looked like to him like an ordinary stick. He raised his sword and charged. This stick was no ordinary stick however, and it BOOMED. The man was thrown back outside the cave. He lied there with a hole in his chest, wondering what that boomstick was. The end. ” 
 
 “ What a ripoff, you end it like that him dying. I want to hear your mountain story. ” said Jim. 
 
 “ And what stick booms? ” said Raflenton who had been silent until now. 
 
 “ This one does, ” the narrator said, desperately. 
 
 “ Suit yourself, now your mountain story, ” Jim said. 
 
 The narrator sighed a sigh of frustration. He shared his campfire so he could tell stories to 
 others, and the others didn ’ t even like his story. A story which was his favorite. He thought how his campfire failed to keep him warm this night. It was a lot colder than normal, or at least he felt so. 

