Story Hoard 2: Story Hoard, #2
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Collected short stories from 2021, written by Judy Lunsford.
Collection includes:
- Rumtuskin of the Emberdiggers
- Butterfly Boy
- PlantMan662
- Pooka Deals
- Beauty and the Three Evils
- H.A.A.
- The Burning
- Monster Party
- The Fairy Army
- Hating Summer
- The Owl Rider
- The Fairy Godmother
- Finding Mercury
- Marigold & Elfie
- In the Light of the Full Moon
- Touch
- Number 37
- The Stationary Horse
- The Journal
- Hiding No More
Judy Lunsford
Born and raised in California, Judy now lives in Arizona with her husband and Giant Schnoodle. Judy writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness & is a breast cancer survivor. She writes mostly fantasy, but delves into suspense, horror, romance, and poetry. She has written books and short stories for all ages. You can find her books and short stories at your favorite online retailers.
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Story Hoard 2
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Published by Judy Lunsford
Cover and layout copyright © by Judy Lunsford
Cover art copyright © tinkerfrost/Depositphotos.com
Rumtuskin of the Emberdiggers
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Butterfly Boy
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
PlantMan662
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Pooka Deals
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Beauty and the Three Evils
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
H.A.A.
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
The Burning
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Monster Party
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
The Fairy Army
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Hating Summer
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
The Owl Rider
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
The Fairy Godmother
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
First published in Enchanted Conversation Magazine, July 2021
Finding Mercury
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
First published in Promise in the Gold anthology, May 2021
Marigold & Elfie
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
In the Light of the Full Moon
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Touch
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Number 37
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
The Stationary Horse
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
The Journal
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
Hiding No More
Copyright © 2021 by Judy Lunsford
This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.
Story Hoard 2
Collected Stories from 2021
Judy Lunsford
Table of Contents
Introduction
Rumtuskin of the Emberdiggers
Butterfly Boy
PlantMan662
Pooka Deals
Beauty and the Three Evils
H.A.A.
The Burning
Monster Party
The Fairy Army
Hating Summer
The Owl Rider
The Fairy Godmother
Finding Mercury
Marigold & Elfie
In the Light of the Full Moon
Touch
Number 37
The Stationary Horse
The Journal
Hiding No More
Introduction
This collection includes most of the short stories that I indie published over the course of 2021. There is a slight overlap (two or three stories) that you might recognize from last year’s collection as a couple of them were written in 2020, but not indie published until 2021.
Also included are two stories that were published previously in other publications.
The Fairy Godmother was published in the July 2021 edition of Enchanted Conversation Magazine by the delightful Kate Wolford. Finding Mercury was published in the Cave Creek anthology Promise in the Gold, edited by the illustrious Dean Wesley Smith.
This particular volume is not all inclusive of what was written in 2021. But some of those stories are coming in 2022.
This is, once again, a mish-mash of genres, lengths, and is for varied age groups. The Owl Rider and Monster Party are great for kids, Marigold & Elfie and PlantMan662 are just about right for teens, and Number 37 and The Burning might be too scary for children. Included genres are fantasy, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and crime dramas, among a few others.
I hope you find something you like. Happy Reading!
Judy Lunsford
Arizona, USA
October 30, 2021
Rumtuskin of the Emberdiggers
The purple velvet tree was highly sought after by magicians and sorcerers everywhere. This made life complicated for them. Burble was no exception.
His beautifully hued leaves were the softest foliage available. Softer than any fabric made by human hands. They had a faint scent of the forest to them, one which could never be overpowered by any other odor.
His leaves were also very susceptible to magic. Burble’s delicate leaves were perfect for spells, potions, and charms. But the best magic was tailor magic.
Clothing made from the leaves of the purple velvet tree were seamless and durable and the most comfortable cloth. They did not rip or tear easily, and were almost strong enough to be a light layer of armor.
Burble had many brushes with velvet hunters. He was defenseless, for the most part. He moved rather slowly, usually tripping himself on his own roots, which were shallow enough that he could move across the ground with fair, if slow, ease.
The main defense of the purple velvet trees were their symbiotes. A long vine of ivy wrapped itself around the trunk of every velvet tree. But it wasn’t any common ivy. It was a crawling attack ivy.
Burble’s symbiote was named Crawl. But the symbiote did more than crawl. He was faster than lightning, and he had no qualms about strangling any hunter that came too close to Burble. The ivy was also stronger than iron chains, almost impossible to break without a tremendous amount of strength.
The symbiote ivy lived off of the sap produced by the purple velvet tree. It was their only source of food. And the sap was toxic to the purple velvet tree. Without a crawling ivy, the purple velvet trees would die. Without a tree, the ivy would die. So, Crawl had good reason to protect Burble with his life.
Crawl had been with Burble for as long as he could remember. Crawling ivy finds young velvet trees almost instinctively. And they are joined for life. They both have exceptionally long lifespans, so they have centuries together.
Burble was unique, even among the other purple velvet trees. He had allergies. And the thing he was most allergic to was himself. Or he thought he was. Burble was also a hypochondriac.
Burble would sneeze if his leaves came too close to his trunk. Usually with drooping leaves like a weeping willow, velvet trees had long flowing wispy branches that fell down around them gracefully like a veil. But Burble kept his branches held away from himself, lest the velvet brush against his bark in a place where Crawl did not serve as protection.
Burble was a rather young tree. He was looking forward to his eighty-fifth spring. He and Crawl always celebrated by going to a special lake in the middle of the forest, where they were joined for the first time. It was a breeding ground for the purple velvet trees in the fall, but in mid-spring, it was usually frequented by the younger trees who still bothered to celebrate their birthday.
It was eerily quiet when they got there. Burble slowed his approach to the lake. The air was filled with the scent of the grass of the meadow, but not of any other velvet trees.
There were usually at least a few other velvet trees scattered around. It was a beautiful waterhole, surrounded by a small meadow where the velvet trees had an easy time moving around. The sounds of spring were normal, with birds singing, and small rabbits hopping here and there. Rabbits were particularly fond of velvet trees, and the meadow was usually full of them, with the baby rabbits hopping through the meadow to greet the velvet trees as they arrived.
But there were no birds singing, and the meadow was empty of rabbits. Not a single one was to be seen.
Where is everyone?
Burble asked.
Get back into the woods,
Crawl ordered. Something is very wrong.
Burble started to move back towards the cover of the woods, but before he could get very far, it was already too late. An owlephant came lumbering through the meadow from a not far away.
Although rare in this part of the forest, owlephants did wander to the lake occasionally. The beast had the body and trunk of an elephant, but the head and wings of an owl. The talons on their bulbous feet were sharp enough to strip leaves and bark in a single swipe. An adult owlephant could knock over a velvet tree and pin them to the ground, rendering the tree helpless while made into a meal.
Burble stared in horror at the beast. Owlephants loved the leaves of the velvet trees. It was their favorite tasty snack. It caught sight of Burble and started to charge.
Move,
Crawl demanded. I can’t take it on myself. It’s too big.
Burble started to move, but he wasn’t fast enough. The huge beast caught up to them in seconds and Burble was nowhere near close enough to the trees to be able to escape from the owlephant.
It reached its trunk out to grab Burble by some branches as Crawl shot out and wrapped himself around the neck of the beast.
The owlephant reared back in shock and let out an ear-piercing roar. Crawl tried to tighten around the thick leathery skin where it met the feathers leading up to the creature’s head. It was the only sweet spot that Crawl had to defeat the creature on his own.
Burble shrieked in horror and tried to pull away from the beast.
Don’t pull,
Crawl demanded. You’re stretching me too much.
The elephant tried to lean away from Crawl, hoping to break his vine. Crawl held on around the beast’s neck, but didn’t have the traction he needed to hold him. The owlephant reared back and Crawl lost his grip, giving the beast a chance to catch its breath.
But while the creature was still reared up, a dwarf came from out of nowhere. He hefted his spear and rammed it through the side of the soft flesh under the owlephant’s armpit, where the feathers of the wing met the leathery skin, and drove it sideways into the beast’s heart.
The owlephant made the worst noise Burble had ever heard, shaking leaves from the trees above them, and then fell backwards with an earth quaking thud. It moved its legs a little, as reflexes tried to simulate escape, and then the beast lay quiet, the life gone from it forever.
The dwarf knelt by the beast’s side. He removed his red hat and placed it over his heart as he bid the beast farewell. Dwarves took death very seriously, and tried to never let their victims die alone. The only exception was in times of war, where there was no time for the dead.
Crawl tried to disentangle himself from around the beast’s neck, but he was pinned to the ground on the underside.
When the dwarf was finished, he noticed Crawl trying to quietly escape while Burble tried to tilt the beast off of his symbiote. The dwarf went and found a large stick and wedged it under the beast and used it as leverage to help the ivy free himself.
Thank you for your assistance,
Crawl said, once disentangled and once again wrapped safely around Burble’s trunk.
My pleasure,
the dwarf said.
We would offer you a reward for your bravery, but alas, we have nothing,
Burble said politely.
On the contrary,
the dwarf said. You have much that I need.
You’re a hunter?
Crawl bristled and was ready to attack again. But dwarves have little interest in velvet trees.
I am not a hunter,
the dwarf said. I am Rumtuskin of the Emberdiggers. I am a humble tailor.
The dwarf took off his hat and bowed deeply to Burble and Crawl. He straightened and smiled as he put his hat back into place.
My name is Burble, and my ivy is Crawl,
Burble said. We are very grateful for your assistance. But we can’t allow you to strip my leaves.
I have no desire to strip your leaves,
Rumtuskin said. As I said, I am not a hunter.
"Then what do you want,’ Crawl growled.
I’ve been watching the two of you for some time,
Rumtuskin said. I have noticed that Burble tends to sneeze off his own leaves on a fairly regular basis.
You’ve been following us?
Burble was amazed.
How have I not sensed your presence?
Crawl demanded.
I have stayed at a safe distance,
Rumtuskin said. I follow you far behind, and I collect the stray leaves from the ground.
Rumtuskin reached into a red leather pouch at his belt. He pulled out a piece of cloth, velvety and purple, obviously made from the leaves of velvet trees. It was seamless and beautiful.
Oh, pretty,
Burble cooed. Is that made from me?
Yes,
Rumtuskin smiled proudly. If you would still like to offer a reward for my assistance, all I ask is that you allow me to travel with you. I will only pick up what falls naturally. But I will no longer have to chase the leaves in the breeze.
Sure,
Burble said cheerfully.
No,
Crawl said at the same time.
Why not?
Burble asked.
I don’t trust him,
Crawl said.
But he saved us from the owlephant,
Burble said. And he was following us anyway.
That’s the part I don’t like,
Crawl said. How do we know he isn’t out to assassinate the King?
The King?
Rumtuskin asked. Which King?
King DaeMark, of the Crystal Tower,
Burble said.
Don’t tell him which King,
Crawl tried to stop Burble but was too late.
I can assure you that I am not an assassin,
Rumtuskin said. And if you are on your way to pay respects to the King, I will gladly wait behind at an encampment while you are there.
You can come with us to meet the King,
Burble said.
No, he will wait for us,
Crawl corrected. The dwarves and the humans don’t get along.
King DaeMark gets along with everyone,
Burble said.
So that means I can come along with you?
Rumtuskin asked.
For now,
Crawl said. But one wrong move and I will strangle you while you sleep.
Agreed,
Rumtuskin said happily.
Burble relaxed for the first time since he saw the owlephant and his branches accidentally brushed against his bark. He let out a loud sneeze and leaves rained down around them.
Excuse me,
Rumtuskin said. That’s my cue.
The dwarf scurried around and picked up every last leaf and tucked them gently into his leather pouch.
If you’d like, I can show you how I magic them together when we stop for the night,
Rumtuskin said.
Oh, I would like that very much,
Burble squealed. Very much indeed.
WHEN THE THREE REACHED a suitable campsite for the night, they stopped and started to make camp.
Burble and Crawl were used to just finding a place where Burble had enough space to rest for the night. But having a dwarf travelling with them made stopping for the night a little more complicated.
After passing three sites that Crawl thought were perfectly suitable, they finally found a place with a small clearing near a stream. Burble was happy to have water nearby and soaked his roots thoroughly.
They were surrounded securely by a nice assortment of trees and bushes, and the soft ground was covered with a nutritious moss for Burble.
Rumtuskin stopped and looked around the area and drew in a deep breath.
Ah,
he said. I love the smell of the river moss. It reminds me of when I left the mountains with my mother to go gathering.
You went gathering with your mother?
Crawl said. I thought the dwarves lived within the mountains.
We do,
Rumtuskin said. But my mother was half gnome. So she liked to venture out of the mountain and into the woods. It made her feel more at home. The smells of the trees and flowers, the sounds of the birds. The feel of wet earth under her feet. The smell of rain. She needed all of that once in a while. Eventually, I did too.
What did she gather?
Burble asked.
Herbs, roots, and plants mostly,
Rumtuskin said. She was a healer, so she needed to replenish her supplies.
Crawl kept his eyes on Rumtuskin as he went about making camp.
Rumtuskin found a nice flat piece of ground near the base of some trees. He started to pull things out of his red leather pouch. A bedroll, a small tarp, and a pillow, all made from what appeared to be velvet leaves.
He made a small sleeping space and then moved on to an open area and proceeded to make a campfire. Once the fire was lit, he pulled a little cooking pot and some rations out of his pouch.
Crawl couldn’t take it any longer, How does all of that fit into that tiny little hip pouch?
Rumtuskin looked up at Crawl and smiled, It’s a magic pouch. It will hold just about anything I put in it.
What won’t it hold?
Burble asked.
What do you mean?
Rumtuskin asked.
You said it will hold just about anything you put in it,
Burble said. What won’t it hold?
Rumtuskin looked down at the little pouch. I actually don’t know. I’ve never had anything that didn’t fit into it. But I haven’t really tried to put anything that remarkable into it.
What is it made out of?
Crawl asked. Everything else you have seems to be made from Burble’s leaves.
It was made by my mother,
Rumtuskin said. It’s the pouch she used to gather her herbs in. The magic she used is magic that I am not talented in, but my father gave it to me after my mother died.
Oh, I’m sorry about your mother,
Burble said. Has it been long?
Rumtuskin suddenly looked very sad and shook his head. It’s been less than a year.
Oh, I’m so sorry, Rumtuskin,
Burble said. Is that why you’re gathering?
Rumtuskin nodded. My mother always said I should develop my magic. Tailor magic is a rare skill among the dwarves. Even among the gnomes. But I never was brave enough to pursue it.
What did your father say about it?
Crawl asked.
He was always against it,
Rumtuskin said. Until my mother died. Then he suddenly said I should follow my heart.
What changed his mind?
Burble asked.
My mother,
Rumtuskin said. My father took a lot of abuse from other dwarves about marrying my mother. But he followed his heart. When she died, he said he would never have chosen differently. It was then that he realized that I needed to follow my heart too. He gave me her gathering bag and told me to pursue learning my tailor magic. He gave me his blessing and sent me on my way.
Wow,
Burble said. Is that when you found us.?
No,
Rumtuskin shook his head. I found another tailor magician in a village. He took me on as an apprentice, but after a few months, he had taught me all he knew.
A few months?
Crawl said.
Yes,
Rumtuskin said. He wasn’t very good. But he was very nice. He taught me some basics and helped me get through some of my grief. And his wife was a wonderful cook.
Rumtuskin sat down in front of the fire and started putting his dinner together. He put his rations into the little pot and hung it over the fire with a stick and