It was a brutally cold winter and a darkness covered the land. The winds blew hard and the creeks were covered with ice and snow. People said they saw the crows gather together at midnight and sing their songs, sad songs that were not earthly but from beyond the broken veil. The people kept their doors locked and only candles burned to keep away the night.
Those that didn’t believe in stories and folklore had taken over the forest. They looked for her with evil in their hearts. Pola was her name and she was the last of the Great Storytellers. She was part Irish and part Native America. Pola hid deep in the forest by an old creek with her grandson Larry and his dog Buddy.
She knew they were hunted by the nonbelievers and when they found her the stories would end, children would cry, and imagination would be no more.
Pola was raised in the old ways and now the town people wanted to take all the books from the old storyteller. The nonbelievers went deep into the forest and stole all the magic from our storybooks. They said never again would we open a book to “Legend has it that …”; “Once upon a time …”, or “In days of old …” They would stop the children from dreaming and forbid make-believe. They would not let the children play.
They said children would never be able to read again as the books would have no life, no imagination nor dreams that told the secrets of storytelling. It was a sad time in the forest. The elves hid in caves by the creek and the owls were silent. The children cried because they wanted to hear bedtime stories read with love and lots of imagination, but this was not to be.
They needed a hero; one that was bold and courageous like the dragon slayers of old. A hero born far from the cities, one that spoke with the owl and heard the songs the crows sang.
Pola reached in her medicine pouch and took out a white owl’s feather. She tied it to Buddy’s collar and gave Larry her vial of Strong Ink. The owl will show you the way through the forest where you will travel west to find the great Artist Raissa Urdailes then take her to the hermit poet Johnny Johnston and ask for The Book of Stories. He has a friend, Len Bernat, who is a soldier and a writer, you must go on a quest to save the magic and rescue Pola, The Last Storyteller. Hurry on your way for soon the night will vanish and the spirit of the trees will not be able to help you find your way. Worry not about me for I am old and can see the veil, but you are of my blood and you must seek out those that will join your quest to save the storytellers.
Coming Soon: Part Two Of The Storyteller Series: The Quest