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A Forbidden Tale of the Wilderqueen

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Author - Erethor

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As the Islander Child fell back to her previous state of mind, her anger rose against the Eight Spinners :

“Why did you bring me back from the song in the Great Graht Oak ? I was reaching for the music, and you closed my ears from its notes !”

“It was no mere song”, the First Spinner said, “You heard the Humming of the Holeless Bone Flutes, the Choir Who Sings As One, and we felt through our silken ropes that you were close to join them with your own monotone tune. We can’t let that happen now, not until the next king comes.”

“This is the Law of the YFRRR”, the Eighth Spinner said, and the others echoed together, mimicking the wind passing through the leaves.

“Why did you bring me back from the vision in the Great Graht Oak ? I could see the whole Vale in a single blink, and you blinded me when it could almost see me back !”

“It was no mere vision”, the Second Spinner said, “You saw through the eyes of the millions, dissolved your sight into the many beasts, trees and shapeshifters of the Vale, embraced their views, made them your own, and almost forgot you are truly not akin to the many-eyed Mphaal. We can’t let that happen now, not if you wish to keep the benevolence of spiders.”

“This is the Law of the YFFFR”, the Seventh Spinner proclaimed, and the others answered like withered grass under the summer rain.

“Why did you bring me back from the feast in the Great Graht Oak ? I was this close to feel the sweet taste of night sky and drift wood under my tongue, and you kept it out of my mouth !”

“ It was no mere feast”, the Third Spinner said, " You ate among the wolves who ate the elks who ate the green who ate the corpses of the copromers. These one must keep their hunger pointed towards one another, eternally, and so should you until the next earthbender comes. Look up, you will only find bitter stars who ran away, but can’t help to look backwards, and you don’t want to follow that path. Look down, you will only find foul seawater, and you don’t want to drink from it, not if you wish to keep your secrets safe from the Upside Down Woodman, anon Mycelium.”

“This is the Law of the Y! FRRR !”, the Sixth Spinner gibbered, and the others answered by beating their own chests.

“Why did you brink me back from the rapture in the Great Graht Oak ? I could feel the Acorn in the palm of my left hand, and the Tree it could become in my right one, and you bound both my wrists from taking it !”

“It was no mere rapture", the Fourth Spinner said, “You slept in the Heather Throne of the Torn Apart Queen, from whence One becomes Many becomes No One. You shall not try to sleep in there again, until a slave breaks free and steals your sacred wood. The Seed shall remain Seed, which means a whole range of grays until it blooms in green.”

“This is the Law of the Yffres”, the Fifth Spinner whispered, and the others moved their lips, but only silence came out.

The Islander Child felt more and more anger as the Spinners were forbidding her from feeling this awe ever again, and her words raged out as a childish Summerset storm :

“Woe on the eight of you, who hanged me with your silken ropes onto the Great Graht Oak, only to make me descend, flaccid and powerless on the wet ground ! I saw the Great Tapestry unraveling below me, and I almost wove my own thread in the place of its spiraling pattern that pleased me the most. Why would you prevent my hands from touching it ? Why wouldn’t I make the tapestry accept my thread as if it was always there ? Who could have distinguished the old and the new once intertwined ?”

The Eight Spinners remained silent as a Giant of Yore emerged from the ground, terrible to behold with his skin of stone and his mossy beard. Waist-deep in the mud, the whole Vale shake when he pulled himself up from his hole, kneeling before the Islander Child and facing her with his amber-weeping eyes.

“THIS IS NO MERE POWER”, the Giant of Yore said, “USE IT UNPREPARED, AND YOU WILL FALL APART. LIKE AN OLD GOATSKIN YOU WILL LET ALL YOUR WATER FLOW AWAY, AND IT WILL BE LOST EVEN TO THE MYCELIUM. YOU SHALL REMAIN HERE ON THE THRONE, BUT BEWARE OF MPHAAL, FOR THE DAY SHE LETS YOU WEAVE YOURSELF INSIDE A COCOON OF SPIDER SILK WILL BE THE DAY A THIEF STEALS YOUR CROWN OF ANTLERS. SO IT SHALL BE UNTIL THE FREE ONE COMES.”

The Islander Child felt the anger vanishing from her fists, and the words of the Giant of Yore struck her as if they were whispered, yet understood through the thunder that suddenly covered the Vale. They were words of the pure language of yore, and sparkles of dawn magic dripped of the Giant’s mouth as he spoke.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT WE EXPECT FROM YOU ?”, he asked, and the storm wind felt like it was fading in the distance.

She breathed in, and slowly she bowed before the Giant of Yore and the Eight Spinners :

“Royalty among the Ataboiche. Humility among the Green. This is the Law of the Yffres.”

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This piece was written for our 20th anniversary fan art contest! It is strictly property of its original creator - you may not modify, publish, or redistribute it without explicit permission from the artist.