Re: Tarotphelia, challenges
Hi Tarotphelia,
I've got a story for you too. I'm afraid it's not good news, although perhaps to you it is. As mentioned, interpretation is more difficult than making these faerytales. I hope you (and my other victims
) don't attach too much importance to these readings. They are not very likely to tell you just what you want to hear (the problem with many oracle decks, I find) but that doesn't mean they will tell you what you need to hear, either. Enough for the introduction.
The Dragonslayer
One day, when the king went hunting, he came eye to eye with the most wondrous hart he had ever heard of. It was as white as snow, and its black eyes seemed as deep as the dark itself. Before the king could do anything, the deer took off, and as much as he tried, the king could not find it again.
Neither could the royal hunters, much to the king's chagrin. He wanted to have that hart, to display its white head as a trophy, to feast on its undoubtably marvellous meat. Finally, he called one of his loyal knights, a young man, but wise beyond his years.
"Fetch me this deer," the king ordered. "No matter how long it takes you. You may return with it, or not at all."
The knight bowed, and set off to find the deer. For days and nights he travelled, occasionally glimpsing the animal, but never even coming close to shooting it. Weary and withough hope, he drudged on, while his prey led him deeper and deeper into the dark forest.
One morning, when his supply of food was already starting to run out, and he had not seen the deer in days, he found a small stream. It was a beautiful, green place, and he knelt down to drink and fill his waterskin.
He looked up to see a unicorn right across from him. It was so close he could have touched it, and the knight gazed in amazement at the creature. The unicorn spoke.
"Sir knight, you come in answer of prayers. Not far from here, in a cave, there dwells a dragon, the terror of the forest. You are brave of heart, please, take him on and rid us of this plague."
The knight sighed, slumping down into the grass. "No, unicorn, I am afraid I'm not here to slay dragons. I am only a young knight, sent here to hunt a white hart, and I am weary and hungry. I cannot take on your dragon."
"You will not?" the unicorn asked, and a fire glowed in its eyes. It grew bigger under the knight's eyes, and started to change shape.
The knight fumbled for his sword and shield, as a firebreathing dragon stretched itself along the stream. He was soon caught up in flames which burned his shield away, and desperately he began to attack the monster. It had gleaming, silver scales, and his blows did nothing to harm it.
The dragon coiled around him and attacked him from the side, it bit his shield-arm and lifted him in the air, a rain of sword-blows sparking off its head. It dropped the knight to the ground and breathed in deep to vanquish him in another fire-storm.
But just then, the knight caught a glimpse of the dragon's softer chest, and jammed his sword in as hard as he could. It went in up to the adorned hilt, and flames burst out of the wound. He pulled back his sword and walked backwards, shielding his face from the flames. He stumbled over a rock and fell into the shallow stream.
The unicorn looked at him, a world of mystery hidden in its eyes. Its chest was brilliant red with blood.
"Oh unicorn, I did not mean to harm you!" the knight exclaimed.
"Be quiet," the unicorn said, and touched the wound on his arm with its horn. It healed almost instantly.
"Thank you," the knight stammered. There was so much he wanted to ask, but he did not know how.
"You will find your hart downstream, tied to a tree," the unicorn said.
The knight shook his head. "I do not really want to harm it..."
"You will take it to your lord, and you will let him serve it to his guests," the unicorn sighed. "That is your duty, is it not? I must go now."
It turned and left, leaving footprints in the mud that were like a dragon's.
The knight found the deer as he had been told, and with pain in his heart, started to lead it home.