A Tail To Remember [Prologue]

A Tail To Remember [Prologue]

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Frieyon Fables. Tail ^^^^ A Tale to Remember. Written by Justin T. Hunt. Prologue. On one cold night, a mother and her son sat near a campfire in the depths of the woods. The boy shivered as he wasn’t close enough to the fire. "Come and sit by the fire, my son. It's a very cold night." The mother beckoned. The boy shuffled over and warmed his hands on the fire. He realized something he had never really asked before. "Mum, is it true that your mother discovered a whole another world?" He asked, feeling his hands begin to warm up, a pleasant feeling coming over him. "Well, it's funny that you should mention that, because that's the reason I brought you out here tonight. I’m going to tell you the story of my mother, the friends she found, and when I’m done, you can ask whatever questions you want to. But you need to listen carefully, because it's a long story, and I want you to soak in every single word of it." The boy sighed. "Ok, mum." The mother retrieved a big book from her backpack and opened it up. "Her story begins, not in her home, but in her old workplace, while she was on the job." As she started reading, the stars in the sky sparkled and all was quiet in the forest. It was as if all the nearby wildlife wanted to hear her story as well.
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On a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more than 10 to 13 years old, wandering aimlessly nearby. With a welcoming gesture, the man motioned the child over to him. "Why are you out here all alone on such a freezing night?" he inquired with concern. The child merely shrugged in response. The man sighed and reached out his hand, offering it to the shivering youngster. Without hesitation, the little boy took hold of the man's hand and they made their way over to the willow tree where a cozy fire was already burning. "Here you are, little one," the man said gently. "Let's get you nice and warm." Seated by the fire, the child's eyes were drawn to the book resting against the tree. With a pointed finger, he indicated his desire for a story. The man smiled kindly. "Well then, let's dive into some tales, shall we?"

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