The Poppet and the Lune

An original fairy tale about a patchwork girl and a boy who cried wolf… and became one.

The Prologue:

“There is a small, secluded village in the heart of the Everwood Forest, where generations upon generations of men, women, and children have made their homes. It is a simple, traditional village, and its people have simple, traditional ways. And like any good village, there is among the children a legend of a ghost. They say that a young girl haunts the wood beyond the border; at night you can see her, slipping between oak and ash, vaporous limbs covered in spectral stitches like patchwork, body stretching and dancing around the ancient trees. The adults claim it is a trick of the moonlight… and they are not so far from the truth.

But some of them remember. They remember a girl who was quite like a ghost: pale and ethereal, stitched together like a ragdoll, who moved as a wraith between homes—between families. She had been the village child, belonging to all, and yet belonging to none.

And then one day, she vanished. There were rumors then, as there are now, that she was snatched away by wolves one night; that she was murdered; that she was kidnapped and sold as a slave to a lord of a distant land. But no effort was made to rescue her, or recover her body if she was indeed dead. In fact, no one ever spoke of her—the real girl, the flesh and blood child of the village—again. And as her name died from the lips of the ones who knew her, so did the truth of her story, and the origin of the strangest child ever to walk the ancient paths of the wood; who danced beneath the moon, and in the courts of kings; who befriended the beasts, and the night; and who found pieces of herself in the most extraordinary of places.

Well… it’s time her tale was rightly told.”

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