A Collection of Shorts

The story of Madrigauge: Part 1

   Once, an immeasurably long time ago, in a small rundown village lived a man by the name of Ellicott Madrigauge. He was nothing notable of a man, not in intelligence, appearance, nor in morality. The Madrigauge family line had inhabited the village since the sunlight first danced across the dew laiden grass of the country.
   But a hairs breadth from this village was a dirt road, the nation's one and only true, established road. Connecting all major trade cities the road was well known to all who inhabited the land, and equally well travelled. The dirt of the road never went a day without being tiled by the feet of countless wanderers, heading from city to city for any number of reasons, most of them being merchants looking for fresh bazaars to peddle their goods. Occasionally one could witness a carriage carrying nobels from castle to castle meandering down the path.
   It was upon one such occasion that the life of Ellicott would be forever altered. One day while Ellicott was tending to the as of late barren garden of he and past kin, a gentleman of near ancient age shambled down the deep, rusty brown dirt road. Easily identified as one of Noble decent by his shimmering gold and glamerous jewels, Ellicott scoffs at the man and monologues to himself about his distaste.
   "Why is it that men like that one live such luxurious lives of comfort while men like myself must spend their years toiling in nutrient deprived patches of emptiness, fated not to yield but a single cabbage? What is the difference betwixt he and I but mere fortune?", He thought to himself. The elderly man stopped in his tracks, so abruptly that a small amount of dust is risen. He then turned towards the direction of Ellicott, peering at him from a distance. Ellicott felt as though the man was veiwing his very soul, allowing his hard rake to drop to the ground. His feet begin to move upon their own accord, trudging him closer to the man clad in riches. Once close enough to observe Ellicott notes the man's eyes, deep, deep brown swirled with whisps of an almost smoky grey.
   "So, young man", said the mysterious man, "you believe it is but merely a thing of luck that parts men like ourselves from each other?" Ellicott was frozen where he stood, unable to even take a breath as tho a 400 pound monster of a man had both feet planted on his diaphragm. "I will show you, boy, what line truly lies between the two of us." The man raised his hand and Ellicott immediatly fell hard onto his knees, his very skeleton realing from the force. Ellicott opened his mouth to speak but not a sound was emitted. The man rested his boney, decrepit hand upon Ellicotts head and let loose the following words.
   "You believe you are a man of misfortune, so from this day fourth a man of misfortune you will be. Forever more you will fail perpetually, with all my spirit I bind this curse unto thy kin and unto thee." Once the man completed his utterance and removed his touch Ellicott collapsed into the soil street and laid there in his paralyzed state, watching from ground level as the man strode away at the same pace that he came fourth. The man was long out of sight before the ability of mobility was regained by Ellicott.
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In not too long part 2 will come but until then please share with me your opinion, readers. Your thoughts are more valuable than you believe I assure you.