The Dreamers of Fate Book Reading
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Chapter one Blind Man's Tree. At the early age of seven, Ellie Bone Rose was an exceptionally smart child. She was always inquisitive and always wondering. She lived in a rather small village formed mainly of quaint cottages of wood and earthen floors, sparsely decorated with mainly necessities. It was not the great manners or lavish houses of well to do families, but the common houses of the average hardworking farmers and hunters to a seven year old, no matter how intelligent the world seems very small to Ellie. The entire world consisted of the common village that she lived in the rest of the world was but a dream fabricated by the mind of a six year old, hearing only stories and legends of other realms from her mother, her mother, not that she was a woman of the world. Received most of these stories from seldom wanderers that made their way to the village, usually brave explorers or hunters from other far off places, seeking shelter for the night and perhaps a hot meal. Ellie's mother from an early age, more than likely knew that she would never leave the village. She was born and raised. She traveled the world through the story she heard visualizing and dreaming of far off distant exotic places. Usually the cost of a good tale and some help with small chores with all the payments she asked of the travelers wishing to stay Ellie too. Enjoy these visits. The stories usually seemed magical and impossible to her. Yet nonetheless, they both entertained and sparked her imagination. It was one hot day in the early summer when the most interesting of wonders came Ellie being done with her morning chores has set out to play with her wooden albi poorly made dolls underneath the confines of the old willow tree near her house. When she arrived there, she was rather surprised to see that someone had already claimed it for the morning underneath the tree. Dozing was an elderly man dressed in odd dirty clothing. He looked to Ellie like a preacher of some sort in his all black outfit and matching black hat. He wore a pair of darkened glasses that seemed to be completely opaque. She wondered how the elderly man could even see. She approached him semi cautiously and tugged on his shoulder to get his attention. The elderly man did not respond. Excuse me, sir. She asked, hoping this would work yet. Still, no reply. She had heard about old people having odd tendency to do something called dying. She hoped that this wasn't the case. Old farmer Constance had a severe case of the dying once in his cottage close by. It had stunk up the air so bad that Elio heard that anyone who entered, vomited instantly and rather violently. Um, excuse me, sir. Are you dying? Ellie asked again, hoping once again for a reply, the old man suddenly twitched and passed when something awful. No blue. I'm just horribly blind. Hello. My name isn't blue. It's Ellie. She said wondering and I'm sorry that you are horribly blind. She added, of course, your own name is blue. Your eyes are blue like a lake. The old man replied shortly, how could you know that if you're blind? Ellie asked in disbelief for he was of course correct. I don't need to be gifted of sight to see that young blue. The elderly man replied, but you do. That's just crazy. Most things are crazy. What is the nature of things was the old man's only reply Ellie asked the somewhat eccentric yet interesting elderly man if he needed lodging for the night. And he agreed, she led him by hand to her mother's cottage all along the way carefully pointing out various stones and things that he might trip himself over. I don't think I got your name, sir. She asked the old man stopped for a second and appeared to be in deep thought that or he had dozed off again. Finally, after some time passed, he answered. Oh, I really don't recognize I have one to be called slippery things. Names are