Wizard in Yawn Forest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Note: This story was written after another story, “The Orb in Yawn Forest”, and it is to explain where Milderpeed Rootlander came from.

Submitted: January 10, 2019

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In a time before the counting of most there was a Wizard known as Waldemar. And Waldemar live in a volcanic cave near a forest called Yawn.

Waldemar was not one who cared much for man made things so living in a house was out of the question.

Waldemar was a Nature Wizard and he used the forces of nature to work his will on the elements around him.

He could see through the eyes of others to find lost things and to uncover wrong doings. And he could alter the weather if he so desired.

Waldemar was truly a Master Wizard and after a time he got so good at his craft that he could even blend plants and animals together. The plant called "The Fox-tale" came about because of an experiment by the Wizard.

He also fashioned such plants as the Venus Flytrap and other flesh consuming flowers.

But the fact is, his greatest deed was the blending of himself.

***

It all started one sunny morning. Waldemar was traveling through Yawn Forest looking for unusual plants to add to his already extensive collection.

Suddenly, and without warning, a huge serpent dropped down from the limb of an oak-tree and curled itself around Waldemar; there was no escape for the doomed wizard.

As the snake was about to squeeze the last bit of life out of  Waldemar, Waldemar reached out and touched an exposed root of the oak tree that towered above them.

However, not one moment later the body of Waldemar gave up the last of life, then the great serpent devoured the remains.

After the Serpent had rested and digested the meal, it made its way back up into the oak-tree. But there was a surprise waiting for the snake.

Once the Serpent positioned itself among the branches of the wide oak-tree, the tree closed in on the Serpent and did to it what the Serpent had done to Waldemar; squeezing the life out of it.

And as the lifeless body of the Serpent fell to the ground, a face was seen in the trunk of the oak-tree. It was the face of Waldemar!

Then a voice was heard coming from the oak-tree, saying, "What the creatures and critters don't take from this Serpent, and what the birds and bugs don't eat, my roots will inhale to make me stronger than before.

Thus, from this day forward I shall be known as Milderpeed Rootlander, the Man-Oak of Yawn Forest!

And so it was, the Great Oak of Yawn Forest was contrived.

***

 

Years passed and Milderpeed Rootlander had made many friends in the forest; especially among the bird population. And it just so happened that his very best friend was called Hummingsfield. He was an Exceedingly Large Hummingbird.

Hummingsfield spent most of his time in the flower fields and at the nectar trees that grew at the edge of the forest, but when the opportunity arose he would come to converse with Milderpeed about a number of topics.

Both were accomplished philosophers and poets, so time spent together was well worded and happily remembered.

But good things don't seem to last forever, and sadness came when Hummingsfield was called to The Other Side of the Rainbow; sad for Milderpeed, that is.

Life goes on, so they say, and after a time of morning Milderpeed continued making friends, even among the Mystical side of the Forest dwellers.

***

 

One day a Pixie was passing by Milderpeed's location and the Pixie was weeping oodles of tears. 

"What seems to be the problem?" was Milderpeed's question to the Pixie.

The very peach colored Pixie stopped crying and looked around for the questioner, but saw no-one; so she continued with the waterworks.

"What seems to be the problem?" Milderpeed's question the Pixie, again.

The Pixie stopped crying, and when she looked around the second time she saw the face of Milderpeed.

That is when she replied with a sigh, "My Book of Dreams is missing and I have been looking for it all over the Forest."

Milderpeed thought for a time while Pixie resumed her weeping, and then he questioned, "Do you mean to say that you have lost the book?"

The Pixie stopped crying, and then she stated very adamantly, "Well of course not! I never lose anything! My Book is just not where I have looked."

"Where did you last see your Book?" Milderpeed asked.

The Pixie laughed again and replied, "If I knew that then I would know where it is. Wouldn't I?"

Now Milderpeed was trying to be helpful but he was seeing that this Pixie did not want to be helped. So he replied, "It seems that you just want to feel sorry for yourself and you are going out of your way to dramatize this situation.

I asked you simple questions and you provide rude replies. So I withdraw my inquiries and I will go back to the state of meditation; which, by the way, I was enjoying before you interrupted me with your Pixie-fied weeping noises."

And with that said, Milderpeed closed his eyes.

 

For a good deal of time there was silence, so Milderpeed thought that the Pixie had left the area.

Suddenly there came a whistle that was extremely loud and very shrill, so much so that the vibrations shook Milderpeed's leaves.

"What on earth are you doing?" Milderpeed asked the Pixie.

Pixie snickered and replied, "That is my calling whistle and I am calling my Book of Dreams."

"Well stop it! That whistle is vibrating my leaves and making some of them fall to the ground," said a gruff and very unhappy Milderpeed.

Pixie placed her hands on her hips and took a very Peter Pan pose, and then she said, "How am I going to call my Book of Dreams if I cannot whistle my whistle?"

Well Milderpeed was at his wits end and he had had just about enough of this noisy Pixie, so he replied, "My friends and I can locate your book, and if we do so will you promise not to lose it again?"

While still in her Peter Pan pose, Pixie replied, "I told you before, I never lose anything! The Book of Dreams is not lost; it is just not where I have looked!

Milderpeed laughed with the sound of a Kettle-Drum, "Boom, Boom, Boom, then he said, "You say Potatoes, I say Potahtos.

You can't find your Book so it is lost until you know where it is, and that is a fact; not a Pixie Fact, a Natural Fact!

Now, for the sake of my rest as well as your own, I will tell you where your Dream Book is.

My many friends and their many eyes, with much inquisitiveness, have located your book; it is on your bed and under your pillow.

Had you gone to bed, instead of wandering all over Yawn Forest, you would have found it."

Well, Pixie was very happy! And as Pixies often do when they are happy, she danced! And as she danced her way into the Forest she stated, "See, I told you that my Book wasn't lost, it just wasn't where I had looked!"

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

01-09-2019


© Copyright 2019 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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