Midgard Urban Legends
Aceline and her classmates sat in a circle in the middle of their classroom. It was homeroom and their free time. And they were bored.
Then Aceline said, "Mon frère said something the other day. It was something that happened to a cousin of the uncle of his friend. This cousin of the uncle of his friend, mon frère said, met a strange girl named Dandelion. Dandelion's family have just arrived in Geffen from far away and kept to themselves.
Now, this Dandelion girl was really ugly and deformed and the other children didn't want to play with her. But this boy, who was the cousin of the uncle of the friend of mon frère, was a kindhearted sort and he often took the time to play with her. Throughout the summer, this boy was Dandelion's best friend.
When autumn came and the leaves started turning brown, Dandelion came to visit the boy and said that it was time for her to go away. Before leaving, she wanted to give the boy a gift, a crown made from the flowers of the common milkwort. Touched, the boy quickly looked around for something to give in return. Finding nothing suitable, he saw a large bunch of dandelions, the girl's namesake flower, blooming in a patch at the garden. The boy made a crown from the patch of dandelions and placed it on the girl's head as she placed her crown of milkworts on his head. With that, they said their farewells.
A few years later, the boy was surprised to receive a summons to the embassy of a very powerful kingdom. The crown princess of that kingdom wanted to see him. He was more surprised to see that his friend Dandelion was the princess. Princess Dandelion was so touched by the kindness of the boy that she had made him a noble in her kingdom. In the dinner held in his honor, Princess Dandelion honored the boy by letting him sit in the high seat of honor. After crowning him with a jeweled circlet that looked like a sparkling crown of milkwort flowers, she proclaimed him a lord of her court.
"So you should be kind to people you meet", Aceline said, "as you do not know if they are nobles from far away".
"So that's the new version of the legend", commented Mlle. Verte, then she continued, "you students should know it too, it's the legend or myth of Daniel d'Eon. Now, Mlle. Geffen, would you tell that story to us, s'il vous plaît", but Aceline Geffen was suddenly tongue-tied.
"Very well, mes étudiants, I shall tell you that legend as I remember it from my own student days, and no M. le Blanc, I wasn't there at the fall of Glast Heim."
"A long time ago", the teacher, Mlle. Sofija Verte began, "at the end of the Silver Age of Man, just before the fall of Glast Heim, the gods and goddesses still walked on Midgard but no longer openly, only disguised.
One day, the goddess Freya walked in the form of a little girl outside the gates of Geffen. She had been minding the business of men and women, looking to and fro, and watching their schemes and movements. As she sat outside the gates, a little boy came to her and asked her to play with him.
At first she said 'no' but the boy persisted until she gave in. They played a while until sunset and the boy asked her if she would play with him again the next day. She said 'no' but the next day she passed by and found the boy waiting for her. This went on everyday until the harvest season ended and Freya felt that she had seen all she needed to see and learned all she needed know about the schemes and plots of men and women.
When she and the boy said goodbye, the boy shyly asked for a lock of her hair, as keepsake of their time together. The girl-Freya acceded to his request. As they parted, she asked the boy his name. It is Daniel, he said, and with that they said their goodbyes.
Years later, in the aftermath of the fall of Glast Heim, Freya went to the ruined city to inspect the outcome of this contest. As she entered the palace courtyard, she saw familiar features on the corpse of a young man. To her dismay and sorrow, it was Daniel, the boy with whom she had played in Geffen all those years ago. As she moved to touch the battered shell that remained of her human friend, she saw his left hand let go of something that he had been protecting at his heart. It was a locket and in the locket was the lock of hair she had gifted this frail human friend.
And with that, something broke inside Freya. For just as the humans had been arrogant and prideful, she had realized that the gods themselves had been arrogant and prideful. As Freya touched the lock of hair she had given her human friend, her tears started to fall. When the tears touched the hair, the hair became a plant, and this plant is what we today call Freya's Hair.
When the Orcs came and saw this sight, their battle-lust were quenched and their hearts moved in sympathy and compassion. The Orc army carried the grieving Freya, and the human corpse she clutched and wouldn't let go, to the Orc Village. There, on the high seat of one the the Orcish great halls, they sat the human who brought a goddess to tears. Taking an Orcish Sword, Freya cut her long beautiful hair and braided it into a circlet to crown her human friend, swearing to powers greater than gods, to never again let harm come to Midgard and its peoples in pursuit of her petty whims.
It was said that after that, all the gods and goddesses stopped interfering on Midgard and as proof, Daniel's body never decayed as it sat on the high seat of the Orcish hall.
That is why they call the tallest mountain in the Orclands 'the High Seat' and that is why they call the small hill sitting on the "lap" of 'the High Seat', Daniel d'Eon or Daniel the Eternal".
The school bell rang at this convenient moment and Mlle. Verte dismissed the class. She watched from the windows of the classroom lost in thought and memory to a time, several years ago:
Capitaine Sofija Verte was leading a squad of Geffen's 2nd Expeditionary Division in a surgical strike deep within the Orclands. As they entered one of the many halls in search of the gateway to the Orc Dungeons, they chanced upon a strange well-kept building that the Orcs themselves avoid. And deep within the hall was a boy seated on the high seat, eyes closed as if asleep. And on the boy's head was a crown made of flowers of the common milkwort, also known as Freya's Hair.
Then Aceline said, "Mon frère said something the other day. It was something that happened to a cousin of the uncle of his friend. This cousin of the uncle of his friend, mon frère said, met a strange girl named Dandelion. Dandelion's family have just arrived in Geffen from far away and kept to themselves.
Now, this Dandelion girl was really ugly and deformed and the other children didn't want to play with her. But this boy, who was the cousin of the uncle of the friend of mon frère, was a kindhearted sort and he often took the time to play with her. Throughout the summer, this boy was Dandelion's best friend.
When autumn came and the leaves started turning brown, Dandelion came to visit the boy and said that it was time for her to go away. Before leaving, she wanted to give the boy a gift, a crown made from the flowers of the common milkwort. Touched, the boy quickly looked around for something to give in return. Finding nothing suitable, he saw a large bunch of dandelions, the girl's namesake flower, blooming in a patch at the garden. The boy made a crown from the patch of dandelions and placed it on the girl's head as she placed her crown of milkworts on his head. With that, they said their farewells.
A few years later, the boy was surprised to receive a summons to the embassy of a very powerful kingdom. The crown princess of that kingdom wanted to see him. He was more surprised to see that his friend Dandelion was the princess. Princess Dandelion was so touched by the kindness of the boy that she had made him a noble in her kingdom. In the dinner held in his honor, Princess Dandelion honored the boy by letting him sit in the high seat of honor. After crowning him with a jeweled circlet that looked like a sparkling crown of milkwort flowers, she proclaimed him a lord of her court.
"So you should be kind to people you meet", Aceline said, "as you do not know if they are nobles from far away".
"So that's the new version of the legend", commented Mlle. Verte, then she continued, "you students should know it too, it's the legend or myth of Daniel d'Eon. Now, Mlle. Geffen, would you tell that story to us, s'il vous plaît", but Aceline Geffen was suddenly tongue-tied.
"Very well, mes étudiants, I shall tell you that legend as I remember it from my own student days, and no M. le Blanc, I wasn't there at the fall of Glast Heim."
"A long time ago", the teacher, Mlle. Sofija Verte began, "at the end of the Silver Age of Man, just before the fall of Glast Heim, the gods and goddesses still walked on Midgard but no longer openly, only disguised.
One day, the goddess Freya walked in the form of a little girl outside the gates of Geffen. She had been minding the business of men and women, looking to and fro, and watching their schemes and movements. As she sat outside the gates, a little boy came to her and asked her to play with him.
At first she said 'no' but the boy persisted until she gave in. They played a while until sunset and the boy asked her if she would play with him again the next day. She said 'no' but the next day she passed by and found the boy waiting for her. This went on everyday until the harvest season ended and Freya felt that she had seen all she needed to see and learned all she needed know about the schemes and plots of men and women.
When she and the boy said goodbye, the boy shyly asked for a lock of her hair, as keepsake of their time together. The girl-Freya acceded to his request. As they parted, she asked the boy his name. It is Daniel, he said, and with that they said their goodbyes.
Years later, in the aftermath of the fall of Glast Heim, Freya went to the ruined city to inspect the outcome of this contest. As she entered the palace courtyard, she saw familiar features on the corpse of a young man. To her dismay and sorrow, it was Daniel, the boy with whom she had played in Geffen all those years ago. As she moved to touch the battered shell that remained of her human friend, she saw his left hand let go of something that he had been protecting at his heart. It was a locket and in the locket was the lock of hair she had gifted this frail human friend.
And with that, something broke inside Freya. For just as the humans had been arrogant and prideful, she had realized that the gods themselves had been arrogant and prideful. As Freya touched the lock of hair she had given her human friend, her tears started to fall. When the tears touched the hair, the hair became a plant, and this plant is what we today call Freya's Hair.
When the Orcs came and saw this sight, their battle-lust were quenched and their hearts moved in sympathy and compassion. The Orc army carried the grieving Freya, and the human corpse she clutched and wouldn't let go, to the Orc Village. There, on the high seat of one the the Orcish great halls, they sat the human who brought a goddess to tears. Taking an Orcish Sword, Freya cut her long beautiful hair and braided it into a circlet to crown her human friend, swearing to powers greater than gods, to never again let harm come to Midgard and its peoples in pursuit of her petty whims.
It was said that after that, all the gods and goddesses stopped interfering on Midgard and as proof, Daniel's body never decayed as it sat on the high seat of the Orcish hall.
That is why they call the tallest mountain in the Orclands 'the High Seat' and that is why they call the small hill sitting on the "lap" of 'the High Seat', Daniel d'Eon or Daniel the Eternal".
The school bell rang at this convenient moment and Mlle. Verte dismissed the class. She watched from the windows of the classroom lost in thought and memory to a time, several years ago:
Capitaine Sofija Verte was leading a squad of Geffen's 2nd Expeditionary Division in a surgical strike deep within the Orclands. As they entered one of the many halls in search of the gateway to the Orc Dungeons, they chanced upon a strange well-kept building that the Orcs themselves avoid. And deep within the hall was a boy seated on the high seat, eyes closed as if asleep. And on the boy's head was a crown made of flowers of the common milkwort, also known as Freya's Hair.
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