02-13-2008, 09:56 PM
Epilogue
Once upon a time, in a far off land of wizards and dragons, a particularly small girl child was staring into a pond. Unawares, was she, of the coming changes that an evil king on the other side the mountain, was planning.
“Well don’t I look like something shiny.” The small girl said.
“Like a pebble in Gold River.” The pond said back.
“Shhh.” The small girl pushed her little jeweled finger to her lips.
“Fraaaan!” The small girl’s mother’s voice rang clear through the wood.
“Any mud on me?” The small girl inquired.
“No more than the usual.” The pond said in return.
“Fran! What are you doing here? Your papa will be home soon. Come home now,” Taking the small girl’s hand, her mother led her away from the edge of the pond. “Fran…”
“Yes mama?” She chirped.
“Don’t talk to yourself in front of your papa. It’s been naught ten years since he last saw you and tis would be a shame such that he thought you of another mind.”
“But I don’t talk to myself mama!” The small girl pulled her hand away, planting her feet firmly as she stopped walking.
“Now young girl!” Her mother’s floured hands clapped down on her shoulders amidst a cloud of white. “Now no more of that! Your papa is home. There shall be now more talk of voices, or magic or any such nonsense. He is finally home and he has come back to the perfect family. Hear me small child! Perfect!” Twirling the small girl bout, they marched out of the trees. The path changed from dirt to stones, the led through grass up to the door of the bakery and upstairs to the sitting room.
“Now go to your room and put your shoes in your closet, wash your face and come back here. He should be here any moment.” Her bustling form scurried from the mirror to the window and back. She fervently patted her hair and her skirts down. She unfastened the top two buttons, blushing. Catching the small child’s gaze she feverishly glared. “Stop standing about with your mouth open like that. No more daydreaming! Your Papa is home and I’ll have none of it!” The small child fled into her own room, closing the door and fastening the lock she stood in the middle of the room.
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