Recently, my boyfriend finally made some of his short stories public and created a wordpress for his work. He has a really great story going now called the tale of Ayla (which now has a part two, and hopefully more to come!). It’s about a little girl who decides she’s going to stand and fight to protect her home against a wandering wood with an impressive track record for destruction. No man alive has managed to stop the menace though many have tried. Is it possible that a young girl can succeed where grown men have failed? Here’s a quick preview:
The old grenz in the corner of the inn stretches his legs out in front of him and leans back in his chair. He takes a sip of his mulled wine, pauses, tilts his head as if listening to the pop and crack of the log on the fire. Finally, he sets down his cup, leans forward, and clears his throat.
How shall I begin?
Shall we start by saying “once upon a time?” Stories such as these often begin that way, but no. Not this one. That is far too vague. If I started this story like that, or something else like “Long ago and far away” you will think the story is not true. That the old man is making things up again. That won’t do. No sir, not at all. I will be as specific as possible, for this is a true story.
Sixty-two years, 7 months, and….5 days ago I think, there was a village in the land of Genn. In this village lived Ayla, the daughter of Aster. Aster did not give birth to Ayla, but in their village it was known: Aster is Ayla’s mother, and there was truth in that.
At the time, Genn was known as the land set between the Sea of Sorrows and Wandering Wood. But, as is its nature, the Wood began wandering. This time it wandered towards the sea. It wandered all the way up to the village where Ayla and her mother lived, and the villagers were afraid.
The Lord of the village knew his people could not stay in the way of the Wandering Wood. The Wood went where it pleased, and no one had ever turned it aside. Great Kings and Empires had tried to corral the Wood, but all had failed. Many a brave champion had sought the Wyrd at the heart of the Wood, to plead him or force him to turn the Wood away, and none had ever returned. Though it grieved him to leave, for the Lord of the village was himself a man of the land, he ordered that all the people of the village pack up as much as they could carry, and they would leave to find a new home. Though it grieved them all as well, the people of the village did as their Lord bid them. All except Ayla the daughter of Aster.
Wanna find out what happens next? The rest is posed here on his writing blog. If you check out the rest of the site, you can find lots of other really great stories, including some work he is doing on a pretty sweet world building project.
He’s working really hard to take his work to a more professional level, so if you enjoyed reading any of his stories, it would mean a lot if you could take the time to like or even reblog this. It would be amazing if word could get around about his work.