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Feb 25] [Jim Henson‘s The Storyteller] Left Out
Title: Left Out
Day/Theme: Feb. 25 - "What are kings, when regiment is gone?"
Series:Jim Henson‘s The Storyteller
Character/Pairing: The Storyteller
Rating: PG
After the crowd had left, and the children run home, the Dog raised its head to glare at the Storyteller.
“You left out a lot,” it nearly growled. The Storyteller knelt by the fire to add another two logs.
“Did I?” he asked, without looking back.
“You said that you had spent some time in the dungeon before the new queen had needed your advice.”
“That’s how the story begins.”
“You didn’t tell them about the old king,” the Dog went on. “That he killed his first wife, and locked you up so the story wouldn‘t spread. How he tortured you and starved us both. That it took two years before your toenails began to grow back after they froze off that winter in the pit. That you still have lash scars on your back.” The Dog’s voice rose with outrage. “That he locked his own son up with us after the boy found out about his mother. That he promised to release you if you killed the boy. That he took his son‘s betrothed for his second wife.”
“Poor princess,” the Storyteller sighed, shuffling back to his chair. “I had told her stories of happily ever after when she was a child. The old king made a liar out of me.”
“Why didn’t you tell them that? Are you still afraid of him? Why are protecting that monster?”
“I’m not,” The Storyteller finally looked away from the fire. His bright eyes smoldered now. The Dog‘s eyebrow tufts raised. “I’m erasing him. He’s already mostly forgotten. They know that the queen in the story must have had a husband, but no one cares who he was. She’s the one that matters. A sweet girl with a kind heart, who saved the kingdom by knowing who to ask for help, and being brave enough to act on the advice.
“There is no king in the story. Only a queen. She’s what they will remember. He let his only son starve to death, his first wife was dead by his own hand, and his second knew her way around a potion bottle, so he had no heirs. When he died, there were no stories to remember him with. And there will be none. I won‘t let that memory into any more heads. And without that, not only is he dead, but never existed.”
Day/Theme: Feb. 25 - "What are kings, when regiment is gone?"
Series:Jim Henson‘s The Storyteller
Character/Pairing: The Storyteller
Rating: PG
After the crowd had left, and the children run home, the Dog raised its head to glare at the Storyteller.
“You left out a lot,” it nearly growled. The Storyteller knelt by the fire to add another two logs.
“Did I?” he asked, without looking back.
“You said that you had spent some time in the dungeon before the new queen had needed your advice.”
“That’s how the story begins.”
“You didn’t tell them about the old king,” the Dog went on. “That he killed his first wife, and locked you up so the story wouldn‘t spread. How he tortured you and starved us both. That it took two years before your toenails began to grow back after they froze off that winter in the pit. That you still have lash scars on your back.” The Dog’s voice rose with outrage. “That he locked his own son up with us after the boy found out about his mother. That he promised to release you if you killed the boy. That he took his son‘s betrothed for his second wife.”
“Poor princess,” the Storyteller sighed, shuffling back to his chair. “I had told her stories of happily ever after when she was a child. The old king made a liar out of me.”
“Why didn’t you tell them that? Are you still afraid of him? Why are protecting that monster?”
“I’m not,” The Storyteller finally looked away from the fire. His bright eyes smoldered now. The Dog‘s eyebrow tufts raised. “I’m erasing him. He’s already mostly forgotten. They know that the queen in the story must have had a husband, but no one cares who he was. She’s the one that matters. A sweet girl with a kind heart, who saved the kingdom by knowing who to ask for help, and being brave enough to act on the advice.
“There is no king in the story. Only a queen. She’s what they will remember. He let his only son starve to death, his first wife was dead by his own hand, and his second knew her way around a potion bottle, so he had no heirs. When he died, there were no stories to remember him with. And there will be none. I won‘t let that memory into any more heads. And without that, not only is he dead, but never existed.”