Stories...

An old wizened woman wrapped herself tighter in a cloak, the fire blazing at her feet. Young, eager faces looked up at her, anticipation and excitement in their eyes. the old woman sat back in her rocking chair, sharp eyes gazing into the flames of the crackling fire. Her heavily lined face smoothed as she looked, not into the flames, but into her memory. Stories already told. A smile touched her lips and her eyes softened at the remembered adventures and of things long ago. She reached out her slender hands before the fire as if to touch those times gone by and people long gone.

As the children looked into her eyes they could see the stories to be told, the adventures to be shared, and they patiently waited for the old woman to tell her stories. She had many...

Some were hers, others not. But there were always new tales to be told and eager listeners.

Perhaps she would tell a new story, or maybe an old story told many times. But there was always a story.

As the children listened anxiously the woman saw the stories playing out in her mind and as she saw them she told them, spinning tales of heroism and magic...of good and evil...dragons and men. She showed the the mysteries of the world, opening them up so young eyes could peer inside..

She painted vivid pictures in their minds, taking them to places they could only dream of. She brought the legends and heroes to life for her young listeners and for a few hours in the dying firelight the young children became their heroes. They rode dragons high in the clouds...visited dark castles and mages lairs...

In those few hours there was nothing else in the world but the story. no one but the storyteller, the story and her anxious listeners.

As the woman gazed into the fire, the young ones waited and listened, for tonight she had promised another story...

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