Eggum Lake | by Dragonstreet | http://ift.tt/11rok2M
Fairy Tale Tuesday: Eggum Lake
A/N: I saw the picture above and some story teller (the Muse) started rattling off this tale - so I wrote it down.
Let me tell you the tale of the time some puffed-up northern mage tried to summon a thousand dragons from the very stone of the lakeshore with a view toward taking the kingdom. No, really, you can still see them over at Eggum Lake, partially formed and looking more like a bunch of moss-covered rocks, but if you look close, you can see the start of eyes and muzzles and such. It’s just over the eastern hills from the castle, there used to be a plaque and everything.
What stopped him? Old Adora Eggum, it was, though she wasn’t old back then; no, she was still young and fluorishing, with two of the up and coming mages at the time courting her like it was a competition. One of them became the king’s court mage - the last king, mind you - and the other blew himself up trying one of the ancient transmogrification spells.
What? Oh, yes, well, Miz Eggum, she lived in a little cottage - more like a shack, but cottage sounds fancier - right on the edge of the lake. Story goes she was sitting out on her porch, admiring the sunrise, and saw that mage arrive, laying out his things and readying himself for the incantation. She called out that he ought to move along, seeing as she didn’t want him ruining her side of the lake with such nonsense.
Being a very important mage - at least in his own estimation - he told her not to interfere with a master at his work. You can see where this is going, can’t you? Yep.
She waited till he got to the crescendo, the big part of the spell when things start happening and the power’s flowing through him like lava from a volcano - power he was pulling as much from the earth and the water there as from himself, another mistake - and, next thing, Miz Eggum called up a half-dozen water elementals from the lake. Seems they didn’t like having their power stolen, and didn’t want that side of the lake turned into dragons, either, because they sloshed right over and drowned the mage while Miz Adora waved her hand and sent those would-be dragons back to the ground where they hadn’t quite come from yet, stopping the magic in its tracks.
A few shepherds up on one of the hills saw it all, as well as a young man visiting from the mage school in the next kingdom, and word got around pretty quick. She got a commendation from the king for stopping the mage, some big medal and a fancy scroll; friend of mine says she uses the medal as a pot holder on the table and hung the scroll over a chink in one of the walls to stop the wind getting in.
Old Adora Eggum still lives in that little cottage on the shore of Eggum Lake, having outlived three husbands - two mages and a shepherd - and sent four of her get off to the mage school, three of them are professors now, one’s running some academy or other across the ocean. Even with her being all gray and a bit gimpy, no one bothers the area around Eggum Lake, because you know witches’ bodies get old, but their powers only get stronger and deeper. The local ephemera and wildlife look after her, so hunting in that region’s a bad idea, too.
I see that look on your face. Come along and see for yourself, then. It’s only an hour’s walk from here. You can take some pictures, and all of that. Might even glimpse Old Adora herself, if you’re lucky. No, she doesn’t begrudge a few tourists now and then, as long as they keep well away from her cottage. We’ll have you back to the inn by supper time. On the way I’ll tell you a couple more stories; this kingdom, it’s a lively place for magic, that’s a solid truth, and that makes for a lot of interesting tales. Right, then, off we go.