In the village of Ninkara on the eastern shore of Maedrelladaen, a young girl was born like so many others. Her skin was fair, and her hair dark. As a child, her parents taught her to cherish all things from the natural world, and so, the young girl tended to flowers and treated animals with love. On one afternoon, as she happened to be picking flowers for her mother, she heard a small clap of thunder. Having never heard such a noise before her curiosity overcame her fear and she ran towards the sound. When she arrived, a fawn with a hole in its neck was lying on the ground. What she did not know was that a bullet fired from a gun had killed the fawn — the scientists in the great capital of Aeterall had discovered gun power and busily employed its use in all matters of activity from hunting animals to killing other men for the King.
Saddened by the fawn’s dying, the young girl knelt over the creature and wept. Her tears dripped upon the fawn’s blood matted coat. The tears that fell onto the blood mingled with it and the blood disappeared. The tears that fell into the bullet hole repaired the damage inside and made the bullet hole disappear. The fawn awoke again and shakily stood on its legs. The girl hugged it with glee and it darted into the forest, but she was none the wiser as to how it miraculously sprung to life again.
Years before the girl was born there was a decrepit, dark wizard seeking eternal life and he had gone to a master of divination and learned this prophecy:
“The Age of Magic’s twilight she is here borne
By cast of tears will she then heal the forlorn
With drop of blood will the dead awaken,
And A seed of Immortality when she is taken.”
Excited by the quatrain the wicked wizard pressed the Diviner on for more on the girl. “Tell me, how do I find this girl? Tell me!” The Diviner would say no more because he knew that the intentions of the wizard were most fowl and for his silence the dark wizard killed him and tore from the Diviner’s home in a fury of anger and excitement. He sent for his spies — the raven and crows — and told them to keep looking for a girl that could heal the sick and raise the dead. He let the birds go.
Ten years later did the birds return and cawed and crowed about a girl in the east of Maedrelladaen who saved a fawn. The misanthropic magician set out on his horse and rode fast and hard across the border of Maedrelladaen following a formation of his wicked spies. The wizard entered the small town of Ninkara. The residents were suspicious of the new arrival to their small village and they ignored him but cast him a cautious eye no matter where he went. The wizard, who had lived as a hermit for most of his life, decided that he could not live in the town as he was and fled to the outskirts. There he built himself a house and disguised himself as a younger man with blazing blue eyes and flax colored hair and dashing good looks. He faked his smiles and warm greetings, but the disposition of the people were much more favorable to a younger, handsome man.
The girl had now grown into the most beautiful maiden in the entire town. Her presence radiated goodness and warmth to all the people. She helped them with their every chore, errand, and task. She treated all people, even newcomers to their village, with love and kindness. The disguised wizard fell in love at first sight with the maiden not knowing who she was. He shadowed her where she went and helped her any time he could. He had never done a day’s worth of labor, but being with her didn’t make the work burdensome at all. In the evenings, when he was back in his decrepit and hunched body he thought of how he would take the girl. Despite all of his education and magical abilities, he knew nothing of charming women.
As the maiden and young man spent their days together, she came to trust him with her deepest secrets. She told him of the fawn she had saved as a girl, and of other animals she had miraculously healed with just her tears. The wizard was amazed; this was the girl he sought all along. He decided to test her to ensure that she was the right one.
One afternoon, the wizard told the maiden that he had some other chores to attend to and would not accompany her. This saddened her, but she understood and occupied herself with her tasks. The wizard followed her staying out of sight. As the girl approached a forest to gather wild fruit, the boy hurried through the trees along the forest path and hid high in a tree. There he spotted a deer chewing grass and with a bolt of lighting he struck it dead. Silently he watched from the treetops as the girl entered the forest. She immediately saw the deer and ran to it.
She sobbed over the dead deer but her tears would not heal its wounds. The girl stopped crying, but knelt by the dead creature and carefully glanced all about her. She pulled a small knife from her apron and pressed it to her finger. “If not my tears, then my bloodâ€¦” she said and pinched forth a few droplets of blood over the carcass of the dead animal. The wizard’s eyes widened upon seeing the animal’s charred skin renew. The wounds closed up, the hair grew back, and the beast rose on all four legs, nuzzled the girl, and hurried off into the depths of the woods.
The wizard saw his chance and leapt from the tree and landed near the girl, but she recognized him only as the boy she had fallen in love with. He glared at her, frustrated, how would he take her and receive her seed of immortality for himself? Frightened the girl rose onto her feet and ran into the forest. The wizard set off after her not wanting to lose the one chance he had. As soon as he was close to her, he bound her feet and hands with magical chains and set upon groping and fondling her.
“How do I receive the seed of immortality?” He blurted out in anger.
Still sobbing the girl replied, “If you unbind me, I’ll show you.”
“If you trick me, I’ll–”
“This is no trick.”
The frustrated and impatient wizard unbound her from his magical chains and the girl ran over and hugged the handsome boy and wept and wept. She rubbed his tears into his skin and the boy burned. “What’s happening?” He cried. He tried to break her embrace, but she proved impossible to tear away. The wizard’s hands went from the smooth, youthful hands of the boy to his natural decrepit and bony fingers with yellowed fingernails. He lost the disguise entirely and his entire body burned and ached as she girl wept upon him. Once the burning ended, the girl let him go. The wizard was amazed; he had never felt so wonderful in his entire life. His yellowed fingernails were now pink again, the hunch that plagued him for most of his life was repaired and he stood normally once more. His skin had smoothed and in a puddle of water he had found himself entirely transformed from the decrepit wizard into the handsome young man. The sense of darkness that weighted in his heart evaporated.
From that day forward the wizard felt only the goodness of the world, and when she came of age, the young maiden and the handsome wizard married and lived their lives together.
The wizard knew what the maiden really was: a witch. Magical powers coursed through her body, but she had lived her life without the need of magic, and he too forgot his magical teachings as the years went on. Together they had a child, but neither ever taught the young child of the blood that ran in his veins. Generation after generation the blood was passed down but its mystical properties forgotten in the ages beyond magic.
Even now there are people living in the modern age of the land once called Maedrelladaen that have the blood of wizards and witches flowing in them, but they will never know how to use it for good or ill, but the memory of that era will remain immortal passed from child to child and so the wizard and the witch will never be forgotten.