Lucius was always....Different from the others. Beyond his missing mother. Beyond the fact that his father, despite being drunk and disconsolate, never needed to work with the other lumberjacks. Instead, he'd go down to the trading post once a month and barter away a jewel of dazzling facets and size to the local jeweler, a weaselly little man with twitchy hands who likely stole half of the profits. His father didn't seem to care.
Sometimes, when he asked about his mother, those rare times when his ears weren't immediately boxed in for their impudence, his father would say wondrous, unbelievable things. How she was sometimes a dark unicorn, how sometimes she was a woman. How she could turn day into night or never die. How she was a great noble of a distant land, and would one day come back to him, come back to them.
His peers and the local villagers had an entirely different story, however. In their eyes, he'd been the product of a witch's spawn, pure and simple. Over time, Lucius' dreams about a wondrous, strange wood became ever more vivid, ever more strident. Until parts of his dreams slowly began melting into reality. Until he could do strange and terrible things. Until he saw the death of a great and noble oak who seemed somehow more human than anyone he'd met had been, and woken up with a bag of still-warm ashes in his pocket. Until he finally ran away into the woods, whereupon stepping through a ring of toadstools...He arrived at the place he'd dreamed about.
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