Wizard in Yawn Forest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  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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Submitted: January 10, 2019



In a time before the counting of time, there was a Wizard known as Waldemar, and Waldemar lived in a volcanic cave near a forest called Yawn.

Waldemar was not one who cared for man made things so living in a house or tent 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, in minor amounts, 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 accomplishment was the blending of himself.


It all started one misty 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 limbs 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, one minute later the body of Waldemar gave up the last of life, and then the great serpent devoured the remains.

After the Serpent had finished with the body of Waldemar 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, and fell asleep, the tree's branches 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 Waldemar!

Then a voice was heard from the oak-tree, it stated, "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 my creation 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 Man-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, and sadness came to Milderpeed when Hummingsfield was called to that Place Between Places, where shadows dwell..

It is said that life goes on, and after a time of mourning Milderpeed continued his daily routine of making friends whenever possible, 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?" Milderpeed's questioned the Pixie.

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

"What seems to be the problem?" Milderpeed questioned 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, "How do you expect to find anything with all those tears in your eyes?"

The Pixie blew her nose, sniffled a few times, and then replied, "I do not know, but that is a question that I will have to concentrate on when I learn how to concentrate. Until then, I'll just have to do my best at not being at my best, and I'll look for my Book of Dreams with watery eyes. Then Pixie went back to crying.

"Where was your book the last time you saw it, you know, before you lost it?"

The Pixie immediately stopped crying! And then she stated very adamantly, "Are you daft? I never lose anything! My Book is just not where I have looked for it."

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

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

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 and pulled several of his branches in front of his face.


For a good deal of time there was only normal forest noises, so Milderpeed thought that the Pixie had left the area.

But then 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 angrily 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 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 for it!

Milderpeed laughed with the sound of a Kettle-Drum, "Boom, Boom, Boom," then he said, "There are none as blind as those who will not see."

"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, it is a Natural Fact!

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

I have search with my third eye, with much inquisitiveness I spied all around, and I 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 the Pixie was very happy! And as Pixies often do when they are happy, she danced a happy dance.

And as she danced her way along the Forest Road, she stated, "See, Mr. Tree, I told you that my Book wasn't lost, it just wasn't where I looked!"



D. Thurmond / JEF



Note: This story was written to explain where Milderpeed came from. Previous story: “The Orb in Yawn Forest”

© Copyright 2020 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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