|The Art of Raven's Shire
A gallery of art inspired by the stories of Raven's Shire
|Raven's Shire Fairies Tales|
The Forest Kings
kings of the forest stalked beside each other; glaring each other eye
to eye where their woodland kingdoms met. Trees bent aside for them as
they passed and the animals went silent afraid to even breath, sensing
“Nothing you can say or do will ever allow me to
forgive you,” Waldkon growled with an ancient voice that crackling like
“Nothing is to be served by war,” the other forest king
informed Waldkon his voice echoing through the woods like a cascading
“Something must be done however,” Waldkon growled. “For the nymph you have stolen as your lover was a dear daughter to me.”
is dear to me as well,” the other replied as they stalked each other
silently again. “Perhaps,” the younger said after an hour had passed,
“I could give you something in return?”
“You have taken the sun and the night from me,” Waldkon scowled. “Taken the spring and the autumn. What can replace that?”
“I can offer you a daughter of my own perhaps?”
“I do not need another daughter or another lover,” Waldkon scowled.
“Half the squirrels of my forest, perhaps?” the other probed.
do not wish for more food,” Waldkon shook his head. “For lambs and men
abound in my lands and they already eat plenty of my plants.”
“Half my wolves than?” the other compromised. “To eat the lambs and men that hurt your plants.”
you win at tallfwrdd than you shall give me half your wolves and all
will be well between us,” Waldkon allowed. “Should you lose, however,
you’ll return my daughter to me.”
The other nodded his agreement reluctantly, yet glad to have a chance to avoid a war between them.
they laid out the board for the game and Waldkon chose to play the
rebels while the other chose to play the king and princes.
pondered each move as carefully as a tree ponders the nature of the
earth. The sun set and neither had an advantage. The sun rose and the
other king was winning. The sun set again and the Waldkon was winning.
Three days passed such with each taking his turn in the lead until at
last Waldkon realized loosing might be winning so the the other finally
won the game. As agreed half his wolves entered Waldkon’s forests which
surrounded the villages of Lochshire and Whispershire. As darkness fell
over the land the people shuddered as they heard the sound of thousands
of new wolves calling to their mother the moon.
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Rumpelstiltskin and the Fox
Little Red Riding Hood
Discription of the Whispering Forest
The Forgotten and the Future Wicked Step Mother
The Hawthorn Tree Teaches a Girl
The Girl Has a Child With the Tree
Wood Wife and the Baker
Forest King Spreads Illness
Forest King Goes Hunting
Saga of a Nix
An Old Child