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Raven's Shire Fairies Tales

Rumpelstiltskin peered over the side of the cliff down the length of the waterfall that cascaded through the forest covered mountains into the pool below. A large salmon jumped as it tried to drive every little thing away from its spawning grounds. Rumpelstiltskin sighed, in the spring that salmon would have hundreds of little babies they would never see, but they would have babies all the same. He wanted a child more then anything else, and everywhere he looked reminded him of this emptiness. In the distance a mother deer nudged her fawn back into the thicket to being seen. Here and their birds were teaching their young to fly so that they would be able to leave their nests for the winter. Forest mice prepared their burrows to bare children in the winter so they could emerge in the spring time. The natural world was alive with a single drive, a single desire but it was one which Rumpelstiltskin could never fulfill.
Rumpelstiltskin turned away to keep from watching the wildlife and went sadly back into his cottage above the waterfall to avoid watching the animals with their babies any longer.
Rumpelstiltskin sat alone but for the sound of the waterfall outside. No männlein had ever had a child before, they were far too childlike themselves, at the same time they held inside them the wisdom of thousands of years. Like most männlein Rumpelstiltskin had been content to do secret deeds his whole life; he’d helped a peasant deceive an ogre so he could save a kingdom and became its king, he’d helped people’s crops to grow and maidens to find love. He’d done all of this alone, but he didn’t want to be alone any longer. As he stared into the fire he saw the solution to his problem.

Rumpelstiltskin hopped through the treetops listening to the wind as it told him tales of peoples lament, the King of Bemoshire was a greedy cruel man who was taxing people to the breaking point. He sighed as he looked out towards the palace. Things hadn’t always been this way, once all the shires had been united under a long line of good kings, once people had been happy. Rumpelstiltskin moved swiftly towards the castle, towards the seat of the greedy tyrant king where he’d locked a girl away making the absurd demand that she spin straw into gold or be executed.  However, should the girl succeed the King would marry her, and her first son would become the next king. If that future king were raised by the current tyrant he would grow to be more creal than his father, should he be raised by Rumpelstiltskin he would be good and kind. Rumpelstiltskin’s power of foresight told him also that raising the child would fill the void he had, the desire to be a father.

The girl was weeping among a pile of straw as Rumpelstiltskin crept through the stone walls into her prison. Her loud hiccop echoed through the vast chamber as her weeping grew more intence.
“I believe I can help you,” the old Männlein whispered to the girl causing her to look with a start.
Rumpelstiltskin was taken aback by the pleading desperate look in his eyes and for the first time ever he felt the pangs of guilt. He shook these off quickly as he offered to weave the straw into gold as she needed done in return for some small trinket at first, it would take a while but eventually he’d demand her first born child in return for this favor.
After seeing that Rumpelstiltskin could do what he’d promised the young girl fell asleep on the straw.
Rumpelstiltskin watched her for a moment as she looked like a sorrowful angel, feeling bad for her. Her father had betrayed her, the man who would marry her had threatened to kill her out of greed, and now he was planning to take her son from her.
Rumpelstiltskin tried to shake away his  before continuing his work, what he did he did for the good of tens of millions of people for generations, he couldn’t allow himself to get wrapped up in the moment with so much at stake, he looked again to the future, not only of this kingdom but of dozens of others and focused again on the task at hand.

Rumpelstiltskin and the Knight

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

Fairies Bosom

Wood Wife and the Baker

Forest Kings


Forest King Spreads Illness

Forest King Goes Hunting

Saga of a Nix

The Sealkie

An Old Child