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The Tale of the Mothly and Pyra |
| Written by Paula | |
| Friday, 22 August 2008 | |
Once upon a time there waw a young man who had not even half a wit. He often had the other folk get away with their trickery against him. But of course, that was because he never knew when a trick was upon him. Then there was the fire nymph and her name was Pyra, and she was a favorite creature of the gods. In the days of olde, Pyra could be pleasant and humans could touch her without being scorched, but that was if she favored you. Pyra was very beautiful and her glow enchanted many men, but she was rumored to be a cruel and heartless woman, and though many men were enchanted with her, no man would ever dare touch her. Except our fool, whose name was Mothly (his name was actually 'Mosely' but he could never actually say it correctly). "No man could ever win her over!" the village drunk exclaimed, "I heard she asks a man to rip his own heart out to give to her, and since a man is so in love with her, he willingly does it, and she burns it away!" The drunk fell over, passed out cold from a full night of drinking, and the crowd murmured in fear and agreement. A widow came forward. "She took my husband's heart and burned it! Look at him now!" she pointed to a grave and the murmurs increased. Then the fool Mothly stepped up. "I am sure that Pyra would do no such thing to me!" he cried out, and after a moment of silence, the crowd burst out laughing. "Oh Mothly, you can't have her fall for a fool like you!" one shouted. "Go back home and tend to your father's crops!" another yelled and more people laughed. Mothly stormed away angrily and went home. He sat himself in a bench in his hut and stared at his furnace. It was not yet lit, and he knew that if he did he could summon Pyra. He thought of how kind she was to him during harsh winters and how warm she was and how brightly she glowed. Mothly was sure that Pyra would never hurt him. He reached a hand in his pocket and pulled out a match. He stared at it, struck it into life and threw it into the furnace. The furnace lit and it was bright and wild and he cried, "Milady calm your flames!" and in an instant, she did. Mothly wiped the sweat off his brow. He stared at the bright flickering garments she wore and watched her as she danced. Then she turned to look at him. "Oh dear Mothly," she said to him, "won't you come and dance with me?" she asked him. Mothly looked at her. "I will milady, but first I must ask you a question." he replied, and Pyra looked at him intently. "I want to know if you will ever hurt me." He looked at her, and waited for an answer. "Of course not dear one, for I love you." she replied, and seeing that she was very beautiful and no false words could ever escape her beautiful lips, he believed her. She stretched out her arm to him and offered him her hand, and Mothly gladly took it and climbed into the furnace. Pyra gave him no mercy and killed him for his foolishness and Mothly died with not a scream from his mouth. Before he died he whispered to Pyra, "I am glad you took me into your arms." but Pyra did not care for he was fooloish and she believed it were foolish words that he uttered to her. Upon dying, Mothly went to the gods, and the gods, puzzled, said, "Mothly you fool! Why do you come? It is not yet your time to reside in the house of the gods!" Mothly smiled and replied, "But it is for you see Pyra took me in her arms and loved me! So passionately did she love me that she burned me with her love!" The gods were enraged because Pyra had murdered yet another innocent soul. The gods called to her to see if she truly murdered Mothly without a second thought. In her story she showed no remorse. "Mothly is a fool and the village would thank me that I had rid them of a fool such as he!" she turned her back on the gods, and this enraged them even more. "Pyra! You are heartless and cruel! So your nature shall also be cruel! Your nature shall be untamed and furious and since you are heartless, we shall make you faceless and featureless! All will fear you never love you! All shall try to extinguish your flames!" Pyra wept and wept as she was transformed, her pretty face taken from her and she became nothing but flames and she destroyed everything in her path. Mothly, upon seeing this cried out, "No! Don't hurt my love!" and the gods held him back. "What shall we do about the fool?" a goddess asked. "If we give you life will you love another?" a god asked him. "Never! Pyra is my one true love!" he cried and tried in vain to jump into Pyra's uncontrollable flames. The gods sighed. "Very well!" they said, "We shall give you life once again, but you will be worthless and dull and foolish as you were when you were living. You will be the only one to ever truly love Pyra, but you will be burned again and again for she has no heart to love you." And the gods gave him colorless wings and made him very small and insignificant and as soon as they did this to him, he fluttered tirelessly into Pyra's awaiting flamee and forever remained faithful to her.
*********END********** Copyright 2008 Paula |
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