Before the Fairytale: The Girl With No Name
By Iscah
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Banished from her village, a young shape shifter sets out on a journey to find her place in the world...
The first of four "Before the Fairytale" stories, "The Girl With No Name" is told in a deceptively simple storybook style with the flavor of an original Grimm's fable, but don't expect your typical once upon a time scenario. This is a coming of age tale humorously interwoven with social commentary.
This story is recommended for older children to adult readers (9 & up) but may not be suitable for younger children.
"This short book is a delight from start to finish. . . . not your conventional fairytale." - Fantasy Review Barn
"I fell in love with The Girl. It was such a unique story..." - Eastern Sunset Reads
"This was like reading one of Grimm's fairy tales combined with Shelley's Frankenstein..." - Sandra's Book Club
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review. When I first started the book, I was skeptical as to how I would like it. The tone was old fashioned, much like a fairytale, which was the point as I soon discovered! And the main character has no name, which I thought would be awkward. However I was pleasantly surprised.I wasn't two pages into the book before I was enthralled by it. This is a wonderful tale, beautifully told. The main character, while nameless, is endearing. I was hooked on following her story. The reader gets to see her grow from a young girl of 12 into a young woman. She goes on a myriad of adventures through far off lands. But what I enjoyed most about this book is the focus on a strong female character. She is independent (at first due to circumstances beyond her control and later because she chooses to be) and strong.Beautifully written, I strongly recommend reading this book.
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Before the Fairytale - Iscah
SEVENTH NIGHT
Before the Fairytale:
The Girl With No Name
by Iscah
Copyright 2012-2013 Iscah
All Rights Reserved
Published by Amoeba Ink co.
Smashwords Edition
www.amoebaink.com
ISBN 978-0-9835519-2-8
To copy is naughty,
If permission you do not seek.
All rights reserved by author.
And lest you think this bleak,
Remember last when you, yourself,
Did long work and toil,
So please respect all rights
On domestic and foreign soil.
And
If by chance you know someone reflected in this tale,
We find this quite wondrous and most unintentional.
Dedication
To my parents who gave me a name.
Acknowledgements
P.J. Lockabey for the writing sessions and his willingness to beta each chapter, and everyone on Fictionpress who gave me feedback on the serial chapters. Special thanks to
Loraine Wentworth, SirScott, and C. L. Aaron for their sharp eyes and kind words.
Table of Contents
Map 1
Map 2
Map 3
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Prologue
Once upon a time there was a girl with no name. She lived in the landlocked country of Gourlin in a small cabin with a very old man who was her keeper and only friend. She was not unloved nor very lonely for the whole of the world sang to her, but she had her share of difficulties.
It was not uncommon in this time for women to die in childbirth, and this was the fate that claimed her mother. Her mother had every intention of naming her, but she had waited for two things that never happened. She had waited to look in her child's eyes, and she had waited for her husband to return from his journey. But through the long months her child grew inside her, she sang to her daughter every day and told her secrets and stories that were still buried in the girl's soul.
The first person to look in the child's eyes other than the midwife was the elderly man who was to keep her. He thought it proper that she be named by one of her parents, so he also waited for her father to return. In the meantime, he called her Little and that worked well enough.
The girl's father had every intention of returning. He had left his most precious possessions in the care of his new wife and their elderly friend and taken only the bare essentials for his journey. Like many in Gourlin, he had heard the story of how their western desert had more than doubled in size overnight. Unlike many in Gourlin, he had a guess as to why. Perhaps if he had known he had a daughter coming, he may not have gone at all, but it is hard to say. No one plans to be murdered. No one expects the companion who had fought hard against wind and wave by their side for weeks on end in a small boat to reach a shore abandoned three centuries ago by their ancestors to show such treachery. But a black heart had been hidden behind an unassuming face and mild manner.
The one advantage of the girl's father never being aware of her was it kept her existence a perfect secret from the black hearted man as well.
Little and her keeper led a quiet life. Her parents had left her no great wealth in gold but a healthy stack of twenty or so books, many of them on magic, but two were handwritten journals about her father's travels. To the girl, they were a great treasure.
Chapter 1
The girl with no name had a peculiar talent and affliction. She could change her shape at will. While a potentially useful skill later in life, all she accomplished with it in her infancy was to frighten away her nursemaids. Babies offer enough challenges without suddenly turning into cats or cooking pots.
The old man did as best he could. He had no children of his own, but he had raised his share of dogs, cats, pigs, and chickens. While too old to be very fast, he was old enough to be patient. So when the crawling babe turned herself into a sack of flour and the last nursemaid quit from terror and frustration, he waited calmly for three days until she grew hungry or bored enough to turn back into a crying baby. When she became a cat, he poured her milk in a saucer. When she became a bird, he filled a dish with seed and allowed her to fly in and out the open window. When she became a snake, he shut her in a basket until she decided to be a baby again.
As she grew out of infancy and into childhood, she gained better control over her ability and spent most of her time as a girl. The old man bought her dresses, carved toys for her out of wood, and made her dolls from scraps and stuffing. He taught her to clean and cook, feed the chickens and collect the eggs. In the evenings, he read to her.
The old man had the talent and affliction of being rather wiser than most of his neighbors. Though he had been born with a name and made good use of it for most of his life, at this eve of his existence, the villagers referred to him simply as Elder.
When the first nursemaid returned to town talking of an evil shape-shifting infant that had killed its mother and clearly been sired by no human father, the people laughed at her. She was an old widow, though not nearly as old as the Elder, and was given to flights of fancy. The second nursemaid was a very young girl. When she returned telling stories about a baby that turned into a cat, they thought she was too easily influenced by the old widow. But the mayor's sister was a practical spinster without an ounce of fancy in her bones. So when she said the baby turned into a sack of flour, the stories of the other two gained new credence.
On the advice of his sister, the mayor and seven armed men went to visit the cottage of the old man on the outskirts of the village. They knocked on the door and explained their business. The old man listened politely as he could, but when they finished speaking, he began to chuckle.
Why are you laughing, Elder?
they asked.
Forgive me,
he said. But never before have I seen seven armed men frightened of a sleeping babe.
Embarrassed, one of the men said, We're not afraid, Elder. We simply wish to see the child.
Have you never seen one before?
asked the old man.
Not one that changes into cats and cooking pots,
said the mayor.
But surely,
said the old man. You have seen a cat? And you have seen a cooking pot?
Well, certainly,
huffed the mayor.
Then I don't believe you will see anything you have not seen before,
chuckled the old man.
Surely it frightens you to live with such a creature!
exclaimed the mayor.
You mean the child?
Yes, the child.
Oh, no, I am old enough not to be frightened by children.
No, no, Elder. It is not a normal child. My sister is reliable. We know the child changes.
Well, I should hope so,
said the old man. A child that never changed would be a sad creature indeed. A mother may say she wishes to keep her babe small forever, but imagine if it never grew, never learned to speak or walk. It would be a great misfortune.
You misunderstand me,
the mayor said impatiently. The widow saw the child change into a bird, and my sister saw it become a cooking pot and a sack of flour. Do you deny it?
I have no reason to.
So you admit the child changes!
I believe we concluded all children do.
But not into birds or cats or things that are not human!
No indeed, unless you count imagination,
said the old man. If she can do as you say, then I find myself the keeper of a rather unique child. But she is sleeping, so please keep your voice down.
The mayor scowled while the men shuffled their feet. In a quieter voice, he said, It is my duty to guard the village and protect it from dangers.
The old man nodded politely, and the mayor continued. So you understand that I can not allow this child to stay in the village.
I'm afraid I do not understand,
said the old man, now frowning. I've never seen a child, a cat, or a pot, nor any combination of the three that was a danger to anyone, much less in need of seven armed men to escort it out of town.
We can take the child by force, if we have to,
said the mayor, though he could see his men would be extremely reluctant to do so.
Oh, I'm sure you could,
said the old man. But I do not see how the child is a danger...unless as a cat she scratched someone?...no?....Well, perhaps as a bird she pecked the widow?...no?...Did she burn her nurse as a cooking pot? Or perhaps your sister finds bags disagreeable? Surely, I am far enough from the other houses that her crying troubles no one's sleep but my own?
The men shook their heads. The mayor tried, but he could think of no argument. Very well, Elder,
he sighed. We leave the child to your care.
The mayor and the men returned to their homes. The mayor's mind was not entirely easy about the changing child, but soon after, his sister ran off with a passing soldier. The reliability of the only reliable witness now in question, the girl and her guardian were left in peace.
The affliction of the wise was that they often forget that others do not share their wisdom. The old man believed that reason once seen would always remain clear, and so when the girl turned six, like any responsible adult with a child in Gourlin, he sent her to school to learn to read.
Chapter 2
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