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Once upon a time there was a merchant's wife in a far off kingdom. She had a simple little estate, with a small little family. The merchant's wife had a little boy who was smart and funny and loved to run and play.
One day, the little boy wasn't running and playing. He was lying in bed, listless and grumpy. A wicked spirit and invaded him, and cursed him with an evil plague called The Flu. His mother felt horrible, because the only way to break the curse is lots of fluids and rest. No magic potion can help. She told her friends how horrible it was when a child is sick and there's nothing that can be done to make him better.
The merchant's wife had duties to her kingdom, and had to travel to a village miles away for the day. She tucked her little boy into bed, gave the merchant, whose shop was conveniently located in the house, instructions on keeping him hydrated, and began her journey.
Little did she know, there had been an evil troll lurking in her hedgerow all morning. The troll had been watching and listening when she expressed her concern to her friends, and set off to Ceeum Village to make mischief. The troll stopped anyone who would listen, and told them the merchant's wife's son was dying! Then she told them he had strange and permanent problems that could not be cured. Finally she began telling everyone the merchant's wife was so overcome with guilt and distress, she'd begun abusing the child.
The merchant's wife had no way to stop these vicious rumors, as she was miles away. When she finally returned home that evening, she heard about them, and immediately contacted the constable. The constable refused to intervene, so she called upon his administrator. The administrator grudgingly cast a spell to undo the words the troll had said, but it did nothing to stop people who'd heard them from remembering them.
Days and weeks passed, and the troll continued to attack people. It didn't matter if the people were mothers or their children, anyone who didn't agree with the troll was called an abuser of children or an abused child. For months people cried out to have the troll slain, but it fell on deaf ears. Every day, the troll would curse people to an evil fire dimension. She even insisted one was the ruler of the fire dimension.
Eventually, the constable agreed to lock the troll in one end of town, but it was still allowed to roam freely and throw curses at people. It just wasn't allowed into the poor corner of town anymore. It still lives there today, tormenting innocent villagers who have no idea what they've encountered until it's too late.
Anyone else have a fairy tale to add?
Answer by butterflyblue19 at 4:58 PM on Aug. 16, 2013
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