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Library: A slightly celestial fable


Author: endure
Date:Oct 2 2013

Long ago, long ago, there was a small kingdom nestled in a perennial war with
it's close neighbour. Although the war taxed both the country and population
heavily the royal family enjoyed full support from their people. Indeed, the
people unanimously all agreed that the king, kingdom and land was holy, and
that invading neighbours were evil for they had brought war on the land
through jealousy and less than wholesome intent.

The situation could have probably lasted like this for a good while, but the
Evil King, thoroughly disappointed with the stagnated pace of his grand
conquest decided to deploy another ploy in disguise of peace talks to capture
and ransom the Good King in order to gain what he so maliciously coveted.

The news for possible truce was favourably received as a faint glimmer of hope
to end the consuming conflict, but both the Good King and his loyal subjects
could not shake off the crawling feeling that this might again be just another
plot from the enemy who had unsuccesfully tried to subjugate them by
attritious war, and as such further negotiations were made, and accepted, that
only the youngest son of the Good King would act as an envoy at the
forthcoming parlay. With burdened heart and fully foreseeing the chance that
his son could be abducted and used as an expensive bargaining chip the Good
King made haste to prepare the prince not only with a weapon, courageous
praise and travelling supplies but also with wisdom that exceeded his youth.

"My son," said the Good King, "The day you were born was very special. That
day The Sun blessed us with seemingly endless warmth and radiance, and when it
finally receeded, spent, below the distant horizon the Stars and the Moon took
it's place on the firmament, forming a new, never before seen constellation we
came to call 'The Caryatid'. Our astrologists, clerics and diviners, alerted
to this phenomenon quickly agreed that you are the only person in this world
under the full blessing of vault of the heavens and should your upbringing
include nobility, discipline and honesty, you would be entitled for divine aid
even in the most direst of straits."

"I personally saw that you would be grown to meet that particular destiny and
indeed you've grown to fit that prophecy perfectly. Today it is woefully
obvious that you will not only need your own courage, strength and wit, but
the very aid of the Celestials our diviners said you would be able to someday
harness.", continued the Good King somberly.

That said, with the journey preparations complete, the Young Prince left and
traveled by foot for three days and three nights first across the treacherous
and arid highlands dotted by numerous dangerous ravines, gullies and devilish
pits wherein both humans and animals had perished by accidentally falling and
trapping themselves.

During the second day of his travel the Young Prince speeded through the
magnificent and verdant forests situated right in the middle of the opposing
kingdoms. Unable to fully clear through the lush emerald-coloured canopies the
Prince, wise to not take travel in a forest by dark, set up camp for the
night, but faced a problem in a fact that he had not brought enough of the
foods that satiated his palate. Never at loss, the Young Prince set up a snare
to catch some of the abundant wildlife, and as if by magic, just before he was
falling asleep a high-pitched shriek cut the night air indicating something
had sprung the basic trap. Rushing to assess and subdue his catch the prince
quickly spied upon a lone flying squirrel dangling wildly from a string of
rope. Just as he was pulling his knife to end the life of the small beast the
Prince's eyes met those of the squirrel and sudden recognition was shared
between the two in unexplainable glamour. The Prince was taken back for the
eyes of a supposedly unwitting animal shone with intellect not from this world
- and shortly it spoke not with the usual chitter and chirps of the squirrels
but with words that men used and invoked.

"Prince of the Moon! O Prince of the Moon!," uttered the squirrel
frightenedly, "I know that I carelessly stepped into your hunting trap, and by
right you could consume me fur, flesh and bone!"

It's eyes sparkled once more with otherwordly wisdom but it quickly continued,
"Spare my life just this once, o Prince of the Moon, and I will see that you
are rewarded in kind when troubles manage to overcome your modest abilities!"

So odd was the sudden meeting, and rewarding the promise that the Young
Prince, culling further his hunger and pride let the squirrel go free. It
darted quickly for the darkness of the underbrush, glancing only once behind
and Prince could see that whatever magic had played it's work here was gone
and the squirrel was once again free of the miraculous wit that should not be
there to begin with.