Not Your Kind of Fairytale (English)

Part 15- Dragon letters and powerful dreams

To a beautifully unknown someone,

hello, my name is Galinde, and several years ago, my child was taken from me and my husband was killed. I am a human, and I have been writing letters ever since I lost him.

The reason why I introduced myself is because I do not know if you are the same person who read my other letters.

Today a new maiden came. She came to replace  an older maiden who had completed her years of service. Her name was Florisces. She was different tan the rest. Here, most of the maidens were elves, because they are thought to be wiser and really hard-working.

I was immediately startled by her. She was really young. Too Young. She was fifteen, son to be sixteen.

They told us that we had to show her the castle and the rest of Trivilium, and I volunteered to be the one who took care of her.

She reminded me of my long-lost son. She had to be the same age as him. She was beautiful. A beautiful young ogre. Her skin was a pale Brown color, and she had big green eyes. She probably was another outcast, like me, or other maidens, who had to do the job that nobody wanted. Well, except for those female elves that want to be maidens ever since they are born. They are pretty, innocent and, after all, happy elves.

But for the rest of the world, being a Maiden is not a really good thing. It is quite confusing, because nobody wants to be a Maiden, but maidens are treated with absolute respect. Maidens are educated, refined, pretty, hard-working, sophisticated and always have a smile on their face.

But not Florisces. She did not know how to talk properly or dress properly, and she did not have good manners. But I was determined to teach her. I knew I had a week. There have been maidens like Florisces before, and I knew from experience that if she did not learn to be a Maiden in a week, she would be gone.

Nobody knows where they are taken afterwards, but nobody wants to figure it out. After showing her around, I decided to teach her how to speak properly. It was quite hard, I have to admit it. She knew how to speak, but she did not know many words. She spoke in slang, and had a lack of vocabulary. I came to the conclusion that she would learn the vocabulary with time, so I focused on fixing the way she spoke. After spending two hours on this, the rest of the maidens told us that today we were given a free day.

While Florisces decided to stay in the room and read the book that I had given her to practice, I decided to wander around the palace. There was a reason for this. Every friday, at 6:00 p.m., the same man enters the palace.

He enters the palace and turns left. The problem is that I am not allowed to get close to the tower located on the left side of the palace, and that is exactly where he goes. The left side of the castle is where the King's dormitory is, along with his royal bathroom, royal library, royal working place... you get the idea. Then we have the bottom-center of the castle, where the reunions and meetings are held, the royal gardens on the exterior, the main halls in the entrance, and finally, the Queen's dormitory in the right side of the  castle. That is where I sleep, on the Queen's side of the castle.

The only things I have missed are the five towers. There are two on the left,  two on the right, and one in the middle. I only have access to one of them. The one I have access to is used as a storage room.

Going back to the man. The thing is his face is really familiar. But I can't recognize him. He comes every friday, and every friday I try to find out who he is. But there was one friday in which he was not alone. He was accompanied by a boy, a teenager. There was something special about that boy. I felt something when I saw him, the same way that I did when I saw Florisces for the first time. But I never saw him again. And after that, the man stopped coming every friday.

The man started coming more often. He came in through the back door, so no one could notice him, but I did. I know it sounds creepy, but after spending so much time in the castle, it was my only source of entertainment. Out of morbid curiosity, every friday, at 6:00 p.m. I wait for him to come. Sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't. If he doesn't come it means that he came earlier in that week.

I got to the left side of the castle, and saw him enter through the back door. This time, I was going to follow him. He started walking towards the tower, and I did the same thing as him, trying not to make any noise. He finally got to the left tower. He got his key out, and I started to walk faster. I was determined to know what was inside the tower. I finally reached the tower, and hid on the opposite side, waiting for him to open the door, and hoping that I would be able to get to the door before it closed. He finally opened the door, and I started running. I was afraid I was not going to make it, but I did. I got to the door.

I started to wonder if he had seen me, but I decided to open the door anyways. He was making his way to the tower. He wore the same black cloak he always wore. The fabric of the cloak touched the floor, and it made a really strange noise every time he made a step. He finally got to the end of the tower, and knocked at a door. I made my way to him, and stood a few steps back. He entered the room, and I decided to stay. I put my head close to the wall that separated the room from the rest of the tower, and I heard some voices, but they were not clear.

I moved and got closer to the door. I looked through the keyhole, and finally, I saw the other room. I could see  several men, all sitting in a table. I only saw four of them, but I figured out that there were more. And then, just as I was about to turn away, I saw him. The man dressed in the black cloak had started to move across the room. At first I had not been able to see him, but once he started moving I finally caught a glimpse of him. With only a glimpse I was able to identify who he was. I could not believe my eyes. But then he started talking. I could not figure out what he was saying, but I recognised his voice. I would be dumb if I didn't. After all, the man that entered the room every friday at 6:00 p.m. was none other tan my brother-in-law, the man who I had never seen again after I was forced to leave my son.

I turned away, and tried to hold my tears. If he was alive, there was a chance that my son was too, and there was also the chance that the boy I had seen that friday was my son. As soon as I got to my room I started crying. I did not care who saw me cry, but luckily, only Florisces was there. She did not say anything. She just gave me a hug and kept on reading.

I cried tears of joy and tears of sadness. I started writing my daily letter, which I guess you, whoever you are, will be reading a few hours from now.

I do not want to end this letter with such a melancholic tone, but I guess there is no good way of ending this letter. This is just an ambiguous letter, filled with melancholy and joy.

Nonetheless, I truly hope that you, beautifully unknown someone, are lucky, happy, wise , and brave.

Yours truly,

Galinde

Date: 16/10/15

Year: 2015 A.D.M. (after the dissappearance of magic)