aphanon_meme | Part 11 comes after Part 10

Part 10 is over! Part 11 is here. If you haven't checked the challenge entry, the challenge has been extended until Part 11 maxes. Hopefully that is enough time for people who are busy with finals and such to find time to enter, if they'd like to!

Should I mention that the number 11 scares me? I really don't like that number. Like how Natalie Portman hated the number 5 (or 6?) in Where the Heart Is. But a higher number. Well, anyway.

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Come here. Sit by me -- yes. Now, listen.

Many years ago by the coast of the cold sea there lived a man whose words wove the wind. He could be found sitting on a rock by the shore, and the people who lived in the nearby town would come to him if they were to go out. All knew the words to that spell, but he was the master at it, and in exchange for some kind words and some food or drink he would sing the wind-song for those who needed to go out upon the water. In that way, he would give them good fortune and safe sailing.

When sailors travelled far across the sea they brought with them stories of the man who sang the wind. Those stories reached many who craved those spells for themselves, as the sea and the wind are cruel, rough mistresses to sailors. There was one chief in particular who coveted the wind. He was a tall cruel fellow with a grin like a wolf, and when he heard the stories he decided to take his men and follow the trail, even if it meant travelling all the way across the cold sea.

And so the chief with the wolf-like grin took his warriors and sailed across the sea in search of the man who sang the wind. They sailed east, always searching and following the stories, until finally they had sailed almost the entire length of that stretch of dark water. Finally they came to the place where the wind-weaver lived.

The people of the town sighted the vessels of the boat-people, and in fear they shut themselves up in their homes. However, the wind-singer did not move from his flat rock on the shore, and even when the boat-people landed, he did not move an inch. The chief with the wolf-smile saw him and knew he was the man of the stories, and so he went up to him and spoke in the words of the people of the north and west.

The wind-weaver knew this language, as he knew many, and so when the chief demanded he tell him the spell, he understood him completely. So he told the chief that he would give him the words, in exchange that he and his men would never return. Well, the chief grinned like a wolf, and told him that of course he would not return, as there was nothing in that far corner of the world that he and his people would want anyway.

The wind-singer knew that this was a lie. He had seen the ships of the boat-people, and he had heard stories of them, and he knew that his own people had been attacked by them many a time years and years before. Even so, he simply smiled as if he knew nothing, and said that he would gladly tell the words. And so he gave the chief words, and they were in his own language. He told the chief to repeat the words three times, so that he would remember them.

The wind-weaver said that the spell only worked when one was a certain distance from shore, and that when they were to be spoken, one should say them as loudly as possible. Then he bid the chief farewell.

The chief and his warriors went off again, fully intending to return to that very spot the next day, as they would pillage and then raze the town, as they were wont to do. However, the chief desired to test his new spell, and so when they were upon the water and a good distance from shore, he stood in the middle of his boat and shouted as loudly as he could the words the wind-weaver had given him.

He did not know the language, and so he did not understand that those words were not the spell to weave gentle wind, but a spell to bring storms. And the wind-gods heard, and the thunder-god too. Their call was the call of the greatest thunder, and they roared and pounded the sea with their fists, and the air was dark and filled with flashes of the brightest lightning. The sea-gods heard this, and they lifted their hands and swept up the ships and brought them deep down to the bottom and crushed them.

The man who knew the wind sat on his rock on the shore and watched this. When he knew that his enemies were defeated and his people were safe, he whispered the wind-song. His words were carried on the breeze, and soon the darkness went away, and the wind was gentle, and the sea stilled.

The stories carried on after that day, but no chief dared attack the town again as long as the wind-weaver lived.

Mmmm what a nice story :) I'd never heard it before, either, so thank you! I think I can sleep now...

You never heard it before because I made it up just for you. ;)

Anon,

I wasn't home at all today until now, so I just got your message, but...omg, you are amazing and lovely and awesome and you made me so happy. The story is just love! Thank you so much, again T_T You have my soul forever.

Oh my gosh oh my gosh anon you're lovely at this, you have the feel of a folk-tale down pat, can I offer you my eternal love or something, that probably isn't sufficient recognition for your skills, but I have nothing else to give, oh my gosh.

♥

♥

Your joy is enough, darlin'. ;) I'm so happy you liked this! I had so much fun writing it - I don't get to tell stories often, nowadays.

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