Rexenm
Inkling
I am including a story within a story in a book I am planning. I want to know four simple things: How far can myth go back in time? When does a myth become a legend? Where can I find this myth or legend? Should myths and legends be written by word of mouth?
“The water looked pure. Fairy Simon watched, as the cool waters sparkled. Like frozen flowers. The dirt underneath looked like chocolate, the sand, like sprinkles. There was a small and magical crustacean, that lived and died there. It was like a dormitory of spiders, with homes like pockets, and a grave - to catch things in.
A thought occurred to Fairy Theodore, as he sat there, in the tree canopy. “Why don’t we dig, and see how far we can go, what treasures we can find?” He could not reasonably have said anything else.
Simon looked up from his reverie. “I suppose we will find out where the water comes from first, and then we shall see what lies beneath that, and then beneath that – finding all sorts of mystery.”
Theodore jumped down, and landed in the water. He was about to say, that he thought there should only be a certain amount of mystery anyway, then he yelped, as the icy substance crawled up his skin, and formed butterfly wings.”
Well, started howling, really.
“The water looked pure. Fairy Simon watched, as the cool waters sparkled. Like frozen flowers. The dirt underneath looked like chocolate, the sand, like sprinkles. There was a small and magical crustacean, that lived and died there. It was like a dormitory of spiders, with homes like pockets, and a grave - to catch things in.
A thought occurred to Fairy Theodore, as he sat there, in the tree canopy. “Why don’t we dig, and see how far we can go, what treasures we can find?” He could not reasonably have said anything else.
Simon looked up from his reverie. “I suppose we will find out where the water comes from first, and then we shall see what lies beneath that, and then beneath that – finding all sorts of mystery.”
Theodore jumped down, and landed in the water. He was about to say, that he thought there should only be a certain amount of mystery anyway, then he yelped, as the icy substance crawled up his skin, and formed butterfly wings.”
Well, started howling, really.