The Death of The Historical

By Jane Litte
Once upon a time, the land began to suffer. The Overseers, who had once provided such diversity to its people, began to provide only one form of sustenance. The offerings became stale. The once fertile and verdant fields turned dusky and then dry. The bright sun began to dim. one by one villagers began to leave for other lands, until it appeared that historicalland was all but abandoned.

The villagers wanted desperately to return to historicalland, but year after year, grim messengers returned with the same dire report. Homogeneity remained and the land was drying up without the villagers present. But most villagers refused to return even with promises that were sent that with their return, change may commence. Historicalland was dead and it was best, claimed the messengers, to turn away and seek out new homes.

But just when the last light of hope began to be snuffed out, a line rider came, sweeping from one group of villagers to another. No one villager had the same description of the rider but each heard the same message.

All was not lost.

Change had been occurring, but because the villagers had lost hope, the change was not noticed until it was almost too late. A murmur began and then swelled to a rumble until the former inhabitants of historicalland began, with one voice and one body, to turn back toward its once abandoned village.

They moved toward the glowing light and closer they came until they could make out the faint outline of a book cover.

The lush red cover swept a fever over the crowd, as one they moved closer until the words of the cover were made out and the gold lettering of the bearer of light was made clear:

The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt.
The name carried through the villagers until title and author became a chant, a chorus, a song of revival. Lured back to historicalland, the villagers began to walk through the fields, picking out a book here and a book there, realizing that amongst the dross, there were missed gems.

And amongst the old, fresh new growth was beginning to spear the ground marking the rebirth of a beautiful, grand land. And the villagers sighed with joy and contentment as they realized that they could return to historicalland, the land of their youth, of their first loves…


and live there happily ever after.
THE END
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