Weylon

A tale of a god

I was the oldest of my three sisters. We had been described as fair and beautiful and there were always suitors lining up asking for our hands. However, recently the attention was beginning to drift away from me and focusing more on my younger sisters. The older I got the less attention I received and the envy was eating away at my vanity. I was jealous, but there was someone who could help. There were stories told in the town, old folk tales, scary stories told to stop the children entering the woods after dark. Tales of old Weylon. The blacksmith of the gods, the giant beast who hammered away in the dead of night, hidden deep in the dark caves. Way up over the downs. He seemed to be the solution to my problem. Weylon was said to be able to make anything you asked for.

There was an old maid in the village who was said to have seen the mystical Weylon, he had welded a large iron cauldron for her, it was said to have mystical properties, whatever ingredients you put in you would get a perfect meal. I left early in the morning to visit her, she gave me a warning. She had told me that Weylon would have no trouble completing my request, but I would have to be careful about my approach. Weylon was a curious sort, he did not always accept people's requests and there was no obvious pattern to why or why not he accepted requests. That paired with payments became my next problems. Weylon did not trade in gold. The maid warned me of his trickeries, and of the dangers when dealing with him. I should have listened.

I set off for the farm as soon as I left the maids house. I needed to buy a white horse to leave as an offering for Weylon. Once the horse was purchased I set off for the woods. The path was steep and I tired quickly, the light was already beginning to droop, I had to hurry up or I wouldn't make it in time. The maid told me that Weylon was very particular, you had to get to the entrance of the cave just before dusk and leave a pure white horse tethered to the rock along with your request. Once you had left the horse it was a waiting game to see if he would accept. You had to leave the horse overnight and return at dawn. If he had accepted your item would be in the place of the horse with a bill attached to it.

I eventually reached the mouth of the cave, it was dead black and the air around it appeared to shimmer. There were flickers of flames deep in its depth but nothing else was visible. The light was almost gone so I quickly tethered the horse and left my request. 'dear Weylon, please make me something that will make me beautiful.'