The Rise of the Storyteller (standard:fairy tales, 1721 words)
Author: awenyddion	Added: Apr 13 2008	Views/Reads: 3703/2198	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
For those that used to believe in magic and for those others that don't, here is your storyteller.

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exposed the physical link between a child's imagination and the truth 
behind it. Do you have a clue what this particular sprit is worth? Do 
you know what could happen now? The Storyteller was never meant to be 
freed from the casket, now how on earth are we going to get her back 
inside? Smee did not answer, he felt ashamed. The boyfriend who by now 
was desperate to understand came up to sly and asked “What happened, 
where is Marie?” Sly sympathetically patted his shoulder. “Marie is 
gone, and only she is left.” “I don't understand” “It's complicated” 
“Try me.” Rising a brow, Sly quickly moved his wrist and every person 
around them was suspended in time. 

“In modern society man has stopped wondering about his past and slowly
been making his way to his future. Forgetting where he came from. Man 
before clung to tradition and belief, when science was just a simple 
project, an idea on a sheet of paper. During this time strong forces 
moved man along, and those links to the past became centered and 
therefore manifested itself into sprits. So far there are at least 1000 
spirits in the world. One of them is this one, the Story teller. As a 
child you are accustomed to hearing stories, underneath the very good 
ones are lessons to life. The sensation that they produce inside you, 
the pleasantness, the comfort, the safety among others, produces 
energy. Positive energy that transforms itself into her. She is the 
vivid representation of you inner child. Children all over the world 
keep her alive. The problem is lately something has been destroying the 
positive energy with a high dose of negative energy. Because of this 
we, Smee and I, are just one of the pairs that ensure the positive 
links. But... O man, the storyteller was one of the safest. We can't 
let children lose their imagination, if so then the future generations 
are domed. She must be protected and placed under a charm inside her 
case. But it will be difficult.” The boyfriend stood aside in silence 
listening and reflecting. “ You see the life force of every spirit has 
a connection to the cascate that it is in. We find that your girlfriend 
was fond of children, sympathetic and almost motherly. The problem is 
that as soon as the spirit within comes out of that cacoon, the  
exterior stops exsisting completely. What is left is to wait for 
someone to be born with the same characteristics as your girlfriend and 
hopefully it will go surround itself wit the postivie energy.” “Unless 
something kills it frist.” said Smee as he took the final readings from 
the cylinder. “Or that. WE need to make her develop a temporary 
exteriror, something to give her human form until we can find a 
substitute.” As he said this, the cylinder around the Storyteller was 
broken and it fell onto the floor, still staring out into space. Smee 
looked at her, admiring her beauty. A fairy tattoo was on her back, her 
hair gillttered and a pair of wings where connected to her back still 
wet. “Smee, to you have the charm?” Silence. “Smee stop staring and 
inject the charm or we will have a problem.” Sly hit Smee over his head 
and the latter yelped. Rubbed his skull, Smee took a syringe from a 
small case in his back pocket. There was a pale liquid inside. He 
swiftly injected it into the spirit and waited patiently for a 
reaction. At first, it seemed that nothing was going to happen, but the 
a few seconds later the Storyteller took a deep breath and her almost 
transperant skin turned a pale pink, her wings slowly retreated into 
her back but besides that, there was no diffrence in her apperance. 
“Well we have to go.” Said Sly rubbing his belly. “But who is going to 
take care of her?” Asked Smee “The boy, of course.” The boyfriend 
gasped in surprise.  Smee stared at him, his dark skin and light eyes. 
“No, how can you even think about that?” “Your Name?” “Sebastian. Why?” 
“I can´t take her, but you knew your girlfriend right? Well from this 
moment on you have to keep her under wraps. She will still act as your 
marie, in some things. Her parents won´t know the diffrence except for 
you. Just  watch her until we can fin a proper placement for the spirit 
ok?” “But...” A beeping sound  came from inside the Sly´s pack. He took 
it out and stared at the number. “We got to go..” Smee, although still 
skeptical, he packed his  case and walk outside. Sly gave the 
Storyteller to Sebastiean, kissing her warm forehead. As he left trough 
the back exit the music began to pump and as if as pressing play 
everything began to get into motion. Nothing that happened in the past 
was important. Sebastiean glanced at his watch and couldn´t hold back 
his surprise. It was only 12:01, and beside him stood the storyteller, 
who in response look at him warmly and swayed with the music. She 
didn't say a word, and to his own amazment he understood her without 
words. 


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