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The Doll Who Learned Loneliness
There once was a doll who lived alone in a field of flowers. Having lived there for a very long time, the doll was content and never made an attempt to see the outside world.
The doll simply spent her days chasing the animals that lived in the field, dancing among the flowers that grew in the field, and spending time quietly watching the river that flowed through the field. There was even another doll that lived in the river whom she could see looking up from the water when she climbed up onto a sturdy old log embedded in the near bank.
The Lonely Princess
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess who would spend her days by herself in her castle practicing her arcane magic of dreams. Because she never left the castle walls, she was known to the people of the kingdom and its neighboring realms as the lonely princess.
The lonely princess was perfectly content with her lifestyle, however, and she enjoyed her magical practice. The regent, however, only saw the princess as a girl with no friends and, more distressingly, no suitors. Indeed, despite her beauty and skill, the princess was probably not suitable to be a princess at all!
The Fox and the Girl
At one time, in a forest on one of the larger southern islands, there lived a solitary fox- though this was no ordinary fox. She had had the fortune to live a very long time, and as a result had become very clever.
The secret to this fox's longevity, of course, was her willingness to indulge her own appetite for play. Granted, in the relatively care-free life of an island fox, the definition of "play" is pretty wide.
Every day she awoke and spent a joyful morning catching her breakfast on the rocky eastern shore of the island.
Love
I lunge forward and my claws miss her jugular by mere centimeters. She takes the opportunity and I feel a sharp pain as her dagger briefly meets my arm. I reflexively drop to my uninjured arm and knee her squarely in her delicate abdomen. She flies backward in surprise.
We both land on our feet a scant couple meters from each other. The wound in my arm is shallow, but the pain is delicious. She's crouched, one hand on the place where my knee met her solar plexus.
Moongate Maid
Once upon a time there was a boy who was skilled with all manner of mechanical contraptions. With his understanding of machines, given enough space, time, and raw materials, he could even construct impressive (if crude) reproductions of many modern technological feats.
This boy was, of course, very rational, and consequently he was also very bored with life in this rational world. It was therefore quite a surprise to him when he found himself walking through a deep blue moongate that had spontaneously appeared under a tree one fateful Sunday afternoon.
The Maid, the Pixie, and the Sewing Needle
There once was a maid named Tridge. Tridge worked for a member of the middle class in the island city of Magincia. Unlike many denizens of Magincia, however, she was quite humble. She always lamented that she wasn't as talented as some of her colleagues from the neighboring households.
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