dramatispersonae

Once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom, there was an even more beautiful queen who was lovely in every way. Her name was C.C., and the people adored her as she ruled over them with kindness and fairness. She had two dear sons that were the talk of all the ladies within the kingdom. Their names were Yukio and Tavros. Yukio was the elder son that loved his studies and was difficult to approach, but that did not stop of the maidens. Tavros was the younger son who dreamed many great dreams, but he was less capable when it came to reality. Still, they both meant very well and would be sure to grow into handsome, and wealthy ♥, kings. They spent each day trying to help their mother in her rule while putting off the advances of the fair maidens of the kingdom. Such was the pleasant and humble life within this beautiful kingdom.

. . . But our story is not about this wonderful and captivating family that would be worthy of, at least, two volumes of prose. No, within this kingdom, there was a sunny and bright forest that a gremlin was quickly making his way through. He despised the light, and as he ran through the forest, he cursed in very colorful language that I won’t repeat for our younger listeners, but it rhymes with “tuck”. His name was Wrath.

Why would a gremlin run through a forest full of furry creatures who were almost singing with joy and creating such an idyllic scene that pained him to his very core? Well, the fact is that he had wandered through the forest on into a valley that is filled with light by day, but is deep and dark and a very pleasant place for gremlins with poor tempers and bad mouths by night. As he roamed one night, he heard weeping from a tower. (At least, he thought it was weeping, though from his vantage point that was a regretful mistake. However, for the sake of the story, he kindly persisted in this delusion of someone crying in a tower in a dark valley.) When he brusquely called out to the crying voice, which hurts him nearly as much as light, a damsel answered his call. Rather, he thought it looked something like a damsel, but the window had light pouring from it, and it hurt his neck to look so far up, anyway.

This damsel was called Acedia.

When Wrath asked the damsel why she (he?) was weeping, Acedia gave a noncommittal answer and a shrug. Then, Wrath asked why she was locked in a tower, and Acedia gave another vague though surely meaningful answer. It is needless to say that Wrath lived up to his name, and he went away fuming from the chance and fateful encounter. As he roamed the next night, he came across the tower and heard the sound of something quite like weeping once more. He called out to Acedia in an angry tone, telling the damsel to stop that noise as it disturbed him.

Acedia refused, naturally.

So, for many nights, they met in this very strange manner. For the sake of the story, Wrath found his courage soon after to say that he was going to stop that very annoying crying like sound and take Acedia far from the tower which must be the reason why the damsel was weeping. We should thank Wrath for advancing the story at this time, even while he is making very careless assumptions about the situation. —Now then, Acedia shrugged in his careless manner, but he did instruct the gremlin on how to go about such a task if he chose to. The magic that traps him (her?) in the tower is weaker by day as the dark mistress who kept Acedia locked in the tower was quite fond of the night as well. It was asking very much of a poor tempered gremlin, but Wrath was determined to put an end to the weeping for only his own satisfaction, of course.

So, this is the very reasonable answer as to why a gremlin who feared and despised light would be making his way through a sunny forest on into a valley filled with light. Through no small effort, he made it to the tower at last. The door opened at his touch as Acedia said it would, and he made his way up the tower. As the light pained him so much, he did not look carefully upon his dear damsel nor note the wrist that was not as slender as it ought to have been. But gremlins did not touch damsel’s wrists very often, so we will forgive him this mistake. With that, he ran off back to the woods to find some cover from the light, nearly dragging the damsel, Acedia, along as he (she?) ambled on.

Oh, and the dark mistress was called Shade. She arrived at the empty tower some months later, but could not recall why it seemed to empty to her or why she had made such a tower . . .

This is where our tale now closes. If you would like to hear the ending, then you may bring pizza and chocolate and cotton candy to Ruby as the price for the end of this thrilling tale of star-crossed lovers.

. . . It's missing something.

[. . . snickers]

Hoh, that's all you have to add?

No, it's not.

Maybe, you should add... uh... something about how Wrath was on a pizza delivery, when he heard Acedia for the first time. But he was frustrated with the pizza, so, he was about to throw it at the animals of the forest, that were singing, when Acedia happened.

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[...more or less vibrating with silent laughter]

You haven't forgotten any damsels in a tower here, have you?

If I have, I haven't remembered them yet.

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My dear son, you shouldn't make a face like that. What will you do if it freezes that way?

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[Jacobi's voice drifts in]

Ruby, you will be writing the beginning of your story.

Your words are gremlin, light, forest, run, and damsel.

Once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom, there was an even more beautiful queen who was lovely in every way. Her name was C.C., and the people adored her as she ruled over them with kindness and fairness. She treated them with the same compassion that she has for her favorite dish, pizza, except she did not devour her subjects as that would make for a very unfortunate story. However, we will come back to this point.

The beautiful queen, C.C., had two dear sons that were adored by all the ladies within the kingdom. Their names were Yukio and Tavros. Yukio was the elder son that loved his studies and was difficult to approach, but that did not stop the maidens. Tavros was the younger son who dreamed many great dreams, but he was less capable when it came to reality as you would expect. Still, they both meant very well and would be sure to grow into handsome, and wealthy ♥, kings. The people did not question how a witch of a queen produced a human and a troll for her sons with no husband, so we will likewise suspend our disbelief. However this lovely family came about, the two sons spent each day trying to help their mother in her rule while putting off the advances of the fair maidens of the kingdom. Such was the pleasant and humble life within this beautiful kingdom.

But our story is not about this wonderful and captivating family that would be worthy of, at least, two volumes of prose. No, within this kingdom, there was a sunny and bright forest that a gremlin was quickly making his way through. He despised the light, and as he ran through the forest, he cursed in very colorful language that I won’t repeat for our younger listeners, but it rhymes with “tuck”. His name was Wrath.

Why would a gremlin run through a forest full of furry creatures who were almost singing with joy and creating such an idyllic scene that pained him to his very core? Well, the fact is that he had wandered through the forest into a valley that is filled with light by day, but is deep and dark and a very pleasant place for gremlins with poor tempers and bad mouths by night. So, as the people of the kingdom went to sleep, the gremlins and other creatures of the night would rise and enjoy the valley at night. However, the queen’s appetite for pizza was never satisfied, night or day. So, when the humans went to bed, it became the gremlins duty to supply the sweet and gracious queen.

One night, as Wrath was trekking across the valley to deliver the queen’s pizza, he heard weeping from a tower. (At least, he thought it was weeping, though from his vantage point that was a regretful mistake. However, for the sake of the story, he kindly persisted in this delusion of someone crying in a tower in a dark valley.) When he brusquely called out to the crying voice, as weeping hurts him nearly as much as light, a damsel answered his call. Rather, he thought it looked something like a damsel, but the window had light pouring from it which hurt his eyes while the sharp angle hurt his neck.

This damsel was called Acedia.

When Wrath asked the damsel why she (he?) was weeping, Acedia gave a noncommittal answer and a shrug. Then, Wrath asked why she was locked in a tower, and Acedia gave another vague though surely meaningful answer. It is needless to say that Wrath lived up to his name. He resisted throwing the pizza at the vexing damsel, as he had heard horrific stories of the queen when denied her pizza, and he went away fuming from the chance and fateful encounter instead. As he roamed with his delivery the next night, he came across the tower and heard the sound of something quite like weeping once more. He called out to Acedia in an angry tone, telling the damsel to stop that noise as it disturbed him.

Acedia refused, naturally.

So, for many nights, they met in this very strange manner. For the sake of the story, Wrath found his courage soon after to say that he was going to stop that very annoying crying like sound and take Acedia far from the tower which must be the reason why the damsel was weeping. We should thank Wrath for advancing the story at this time, even while he is making very careless assumptions about the situation. —Now then, Acedia shrugged in his careless manner, but he did instruct the gremlin on how to go about such a task if he chose to. The magic that traps him (her?) in the tower is weaker by day as the dark mistress who kept Acedia locked in the tower was quite fond of the night as well. It was asking very much of a poor tempered gremlin, but Wrath was determined to put an end to the weeping. For only his own satisfaction, of course.

So, this is the very reasonable and sensible answer as to why a gremlin who feared and despised light would be making his way through a sunny forest on into a valley filled with light. Through no small effort, he made it to the tower at last. The door opened at his touch as Acedia said it would, and he made his way up the tower. As the light pained him so much, he did not look carefully upon his dear damsel nor note the wrist that was not as slender as it ought to have been. But gremlins did not touch damsel’s wrists very often, so we will forgive his mistake. With that, he ran off back to the woods to find some cover from the light, nearly dragging the damsel, Acedia, along as he (she?) ambled on.

Some months later, the dark mistress arrived at the empty tower. While certainly dark though less certainly a mistress, Shade as she was called, was confused by the state of the tower. She could not recall why she had made such a tower, and she was just as puzzled over why it was now empty despite having had an occupant at one point. The thought did not linger with her long, though, before she went off once more to wherever she had been before. Whether the tower was filled or not did not truly matter much to the dark mistress.

This is where our tale must close. If you would like to hear the true ending, then you may bring pizza and chocolate and cotton candy to Ruby as the price for the end of this thrilling tale of star-crossed lovers.

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i wrote all of the words. ALL OF THEM.