Save me a Story – Lorn

This is the continuing story of my adventures in the tale: Save me a Story. If you wish to read the introduction to understand what is happening, click this link: 

https://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=3431 

Otherwise, I’ve tried to summarize what happened at the beginning of most of the sections of this story.  

Lorn

Far to the north of Selat lies the island of Lorn. And it is aptly named. It is an island that few inhabitants of Selat are even aware of, for it is a desolate place. Those who lived there had long since abandoned their homes, seeking more suitable climates and resources of the south. The ruins of its ancient inhabitants still stand. The few that know of its existence see no reason to go there. It stands alone, apart from the rest of the kingdom, a forgotten place in the story’s lore.

But now, it is inhabited once more. 

The homes and shelters that remain are filled with characters. Characters that belong elsewhere on Selat. Characters that somehow have been transported to the island to live out their lives in obscurity. Characters living a lone, lorn existence.

If you were to go to Lorn now, you might even recognize the people and animals that wander the island – A young girl whose golden locks of hair hang down from her head searching for a cottage, a young woman in rags searching for a glass slipper that was lost, a boy wandering through caves in search of a lost lantern, a pig pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with bricks desiring a place to build his own house, a disgruntled, small impish man in search of his name, a greedy woman looking for her husband and a wish giving fish, a small disfigured creature looking for his “precious.” 

All these forlorn characters roam the island with one thing in common. They do not remember who they are. They know they have a purpose and a story and are all searching for something to explain their missing memories.  

The evil sorceress Necroma periodically travels throughout the island. She basks in the success of her plan, for it was through her magic and minions that these characters were here. It was her spell that wiped them of their memories. She wished to claim and rewrite their tales to become her own. And the time was drawing nearer as to when she would do it. 

There were some more to capture. And then there were her minions that, once her plan of capture had been completed, too, would have to be disposed of. Leaving her the master of all story and lore. 

She cackled out loud, “Soon, you will all be mine! Enjoy your days of solitude and confusion. Once my tales are told, written, and shared, you will no longer exist!”

Having checked her island and said her piece, Necroma returned to the mainland of Selat to continue her evil scheme.

Continued in…Message