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Seven Stories
Seven Stories
Seven Stories
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Seven Stories

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The first is jealousy, saved through faith; the second safety, found in homecoming. The third is no more or less a journey; the fourth a lonely stretch of street. The fifth is a dream which haunts; the sixth a mystery which taunts. The seventh, alone, is ended and begun.

This collection of tales from distant lands, of distant people, may not in its entirety be true - but it undeniably contains fragments of a whole truth.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 30, 2014
ISBN9781310075940
Seven Stories
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Sidney Maris Hargrave

Sidney Maris Hargrave is a nerd who does a remarkable amount of nothing for someone who works a full time job and scribbles on everything. Currently working on a very large fantasy novel.They are genderqueer and gray asexual/gray aromantic.

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    Seven Stories

    Copyright 2014 Sidney Maris Hargrave

    Cover art copyright 2014 Sidney Maris Hargrave

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    Table of Contents

    01 – Two Sisters

    02 - Selkie

    03 - Campanula

    04 - The Devon Street Pointer

    05 - Gaueko

    06 - Westman

    07 - Oranges

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    The Two Sisters

    On the shores of Cumbria, there lived a lord who was possessed of a fine, loving family. His wife was no great beauty, but she was sweet and well-spoken, and his son, though no great hero, was a fine hunter and a decent hand at diplomacy. But the true gems were the lord’s beloved daughters, the fair-haired Cicely and the dark-haired Ellen. Though the girls were of different mothers, they were as close as twins, and each was remarkably lovely.

    As they grew into women, they became lovelier still, and graceful as swans, and were adored by all who saw them. They had many suitors, but all were turned away until Sir William came to call. He chanced to arrive while Cicely and her brother were away visiting their aunt, and though he was scarred from battle, he was handsome and kind and very generous in his gifts. Ellen fell deeply in love with him, and he with her, and all was as it should have been.

    When Cicely returned, she was overjoyed for her sister, and did her best to encourage the blossoming romance. Unfortunately, Sir William was not quite so devoted as he claimed, and slowly his favor turned to Ellen’s cheery younger sister. He bought her extravagant gifts, and she, thinking it was only on account of her sister, accepted them graciously. Ellen was displeased, but kept silent in the hopes that it would quickly pass. These hopes were shattered only a month after Cicely’s return when Ellen happened upon them in the garden and saw Sir William kissing her sister. Devastated and convinced that Cicely had betrayed her, Ellen retreated to her rooms to plot her revenge.

    She got her chance only a few days later, when she took her sister alone to the river to look at the stars, as they often did. They sat on a boulder, Ellen braiding her sister’s long pale hair as the younger woman talked. As rainclouds snuffed out the moonlight, she attached a heavy, weighted brooch to Cicely’s hair and pushed her into the river.

    Cicely, who had always been terrified of the quick water, uttered a shriek and thrashed, trying desperately to keep afloat. Ellen, help me! she cried, struggling against the weight pulling at her head. One of her grasping hands caught at a rock, but her fingers slipped, and she uttered a sob. Please! I’ll give you everything I have!

    No, sister, I’ll not lift a finger, Ellen called, standing to watch her journey, a thin smile on her face. I won’t save she that comes between William and I.

    William is yours! Help me, please! Cicely screamed above the sound of the water, and choked as her head dipped beneath the surface.

    Sink on, dear sister, and I’ll sleep soundly for the rest of my life! her sister retorted, and stepped down from the boulder and vanished amongst the trees. Poor Cicely was swept away, powerless against the river and the weight of her hair and clothes, with not even a sliver of moonlight to comfort her as she drowned.

    At dawn, just as the rain began to come down, the miller’s daughter emerged from the cottage to draw water from the river. As she reached the water’s edge, however, she saw something pale in the middle of the river, and dropped her bucket when she realized that it was a lady, caught against a stone. The pale hair was a tangled mess and hung oddly, and her clothing was torn all to pieces. The miller’s daughter immediately waded into the river and caught hold of a gilded sleeve, drawing the woman’s body closer. She wrapped her strong dark arms around it, then carried the poor thing to shore and laid her on the wet grass.

    The door of the cottage opened, and the miller came out in search of his daughter. What’s wrong, Muriel? he called, walking towards her, only to stop dead when he saw the sad little body beside her.

    A sorry thing indeed, he said, watching Muriel close the dead woman’s eyes. That is Lady Cicely. We’d best get word to her father.

    Muriel stared down at Cicely, whose face, though it

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