The King, The Prince and the one called The Wolf

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A short Fable about The King, The Prince and The one who is called The Wolf, and the beautiful, most desirable woman who was surely made by the gods themselves.

Submitted: July 20, 2012

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The King, The Prince and the one called The Wolf

There once was a beautiful woman who was the most desirable and was surely made by the gods themselves. Some men insisted that she was only the most beautiful and the most desirable and surely made by the gods themselves because she was also the most unattainable woman in existence, you see? The beautiful and most desirable god-made woman was trapped on an island more dangerous than any other and with no other like it. The waters that surrounded the island were in a constant swirl of pitiless violence and wrath. They held no mercy for all manner of great ships, though not for lack of effort on their part. Ones so tall that the tips of their masts seems to touch the underbellies of the clouds, and others whose widths were so broad that they could carry entire kingdoms upon their decks, hundreds of thousands of men both these ships carried. Strange boats from the Far East, with no sails but bizarre creatures of the water tied to the ships themselves. No matter where they came from or what great structures these men built, the island’s water beat them all back, or destroyed them entirely, for the treacherous waters were not the islands only defences. If the sailors somehow navigated the dangerous waters surrounding the horrible island, they were no sooner safe because of the black, tooth-like spires the stuck up from the oceans floor. Were a ship to try and brave these treacherous rocks, it would surely be chewed and devoured whole, for it was said that these rocks were the oceans very own teeth and it wasalwayshungry. But every sailor knows that every ocean has many mouths. If a ship survived the perilous waters and the maze of tooth-rocks, it would find smooth waters the color of the blackest inks next. But as any good sailor knows; no matter how smooth the sea, black waters are black omens. In the depths of these calm and shadowy waters, great ghostly shapes swam in constant search of souls to take. All manner of sea monsters swam here, always hungry and always waiting. Their eyes glow red searching the unspoiled surface and their teeth, claws, tentacles, spikes, tails, fangs, scales, jaws, talons, wings, fins and flesh wait patiently but desperately for those who venture too close to the dangerous island.

Many men soon heard tales of the beautiful and most desirably god made woman and sought her out in their massive and impressive ships. One such man was The King. He was born to The King before him, his father, and now he was known to all of the land as The King. He owned palaces in deserts, castles in mountains and fortresses in clouds. He was a rich man and made brave by his riches. Being The King, he thought he must have a beautiful woman to make his wife, and hearing about this woman who was surely made by the gods themselves, he thought to marry her, for he was The King. He took all his riches with him, mounds of gold and treasures unlike any others. He took his Kingdom with him as well, palaces, castles and fortresses alike, but when reaching the dangerous waters of the island, he found his ship too heavy to maneuver. A storm came and swept the riches from his ship. By the time he reached the Black Teeth his castles were no more and his mounds of gold had sunk him and his ship to the bottom of the ocean. No ship can carry men who weigh themselves through entitlement, and thus, the island’s waters took another.

One such a man, known as The Prince, fancied himself the most handsome and desirable of his sex, claiming to surely be made by the gods themselves. He spent a great deal of time in his days keeping this image he worked so hard to produce, spending hours in front of a mirror tweaking potions of youth and luster. Women from all the land travelled to his door in hope of glimpsing his charm and magnificence. He soon found, however, that no potion could postpone the inevitable lines that threatened to crease his prettied face and he sought less recreational methods of immortality. Word soon reached The Prince of the beautiful and most desirable woman who was actually made by the gods themselves, and he thought to make her his bride in the hope of learning her secrets of beauty. He sailed a ship made entirely of pearls and the most exquisite gemstones and his oars were manned by an array of woman who sought desperately for his attention. The pearl ship glazed through the storm and merely rubbed loosely against the treacherous Black Teeth. Reaching the smooth black waters, he surely thought himself victorious and went to his quarters to arrange his appearance once again, in hope of matching the beautiful and most desirably god-made woman on the island. While doing so, however, he was distracted by his own obsession with his looks and did not see the red eyes glowing up from the depths of the smooth black waters. With his mind elsewhere, the sea monsters teeth, claws, tentacles, spikes, tails, fangs, scales, jaws, talons, wings, fins and flesh tore apart the souls of those aboard. Those who spend their days chasing lust or those who put too much stalk into who they are, often miss the obvious dangers the sea can bring, and thus, the island’s waters took another.

Not far from the terrible island was man called The Wolf. He did not choose his name, however. The villagers who he lived with named him after the way he watched others, with patience and a silent hunger of wisdom and by the way he howled at the moon when reflected over the sea at night. He was without palaces and much gold to his name and he did not think too much on the things of lust. Instead he would sit atop the village’s mountain side and look through the storm, through the rocks, and through the smooth black waters. He would gaze upon the beautiful and most desirable woman who was surely made by the gods every night, watching countless ships sail out to the dangerous island, only to be met with their deaths. He watched so often that he soon learned the patterns of those storms and the maze of those black rocks and where the red eyes grew brightest. When the man who was called The Wolf had grown tall and brave, he took ax to wood and sheets to sail and blood to bone and build himself a strong and steady ship. He gathered his courage and set off from the village towards the dangerous island, towards the beautiful and most desirable woman who was surely made by the gods.

The storm fought fiercely and took out its entire wrath upon the man who was called The Wolf. He stood patiently upon his deck looking out to the shore where the woman waited. “I shall die, I shall die, but not by your means!” he howled to the storm. But the winds could not best The Wolf’s truth and patients and yielded to his cry. But soon the Black Teeth came and sought to end what he so longed for. They slashed and they chomped and they crewed and still the man who was called The Wolf stood strong and patient, knowing where the gaps were from watching on his mountainside. “I shall die, I shall die, but not by your teeth!” He howled to the black rocks. But the teeth could not best The Wolf’s preparations and cunning and yielded to his cry. The black waters broke calm suddenly and not but moments later red eyes glowed under the surface and soon the sea monsters teeth, claws, tentacles, spikes, tails, fangs, scales, jaws, talons, wings, fins and flesh reached out for the man who was called The Wolf, to take his soul like all the others. He abandoned his oars and stood upon the railing with strong patients, and with his gathered courage he dived into the calm black waters glowing with red eyes. Surround by the monsters and their teeth, claws, tentacles, spikes, tails, fangs, scales, jaws, talons, wings, fins and flesh, he cried, “I shall die, I shall die, but not without the taste of courage in my blood.” But the red eyed sea monsters of the calm black waters could not best The Wolf’s honesty and bravery and they yielded to his cry.

Upon his ship once again the man who was called The Wolf steered it to the shore where the beautiful and most desirable woman who was surely made by the gods themselves waited to greet him. He walked towards her and she towards him with a smile like no other and a face so radiant the sun surely paled in comparison. “I shall die, I shall die” The Wolf said to the woman he loved, “But not before I have loved you completely." She led him back to her house, that looked a lot like a ship itself, and there she yielded to him and laid him in her bed, laying with him far into the night. But when the beautiful and most desirable woman who was surely made by the gods themselves awoke, she could not find her Wolf. He was not anywhere to be found, neither in her bed and not further in the island and nor was his boat on the shore. Saddened, she walked broken back to the edge of the dangerous island to await another who would hopefully take her away from such pains. But on her way, she did notice a letter put to the ground with a simple knife. Eagerly, she clutched at the paper to which did read:

A man with courage in his blood

And strong patients in his bones,

is no longer a man, but a Wolf.

I shall die I shall die,

for you are beautiful,

and the most desirable,

and surely made by the gods themselves.

But love is never one sided,

And now it is your turn to find me.

The woman held her letter close to her heart, feeling herself swell with happiness. She turned to the red eyes in the smooth black water and the black toothed rocks and the storm and felt as though she may burst with courage. “I shall die, I shall die, by any means courageous, whether they are beautiful or desirable or surely made the gods themselves ” the woman said smiling as she walked back to her house on the shore, noticing how much it looked like a ship.

The End


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