Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
Nameless: A Fairy Tale by A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park
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After centuries of ceaseless fighting, the Great Wars of Corosa
had finally come to a close. These wars had by far been the most
horrible, the most destructive, of all of the wars ever fought
between the East and West. The Easterlies had again been forced back
into the mountains while the Westerlies could once more return to
their farms, castles, and manors within the safe confines of the
great Western City’s walls. There had always been a great rift
between these two peoples; the embittered Easterlies were been the
weaker of the two groups, putting up with poor treatment and
contempt from their stronger Westerly neighbors. They lived deep in
the mountains and forests. Most were farmers, but some were said to
possess arts of inconceivable strength—ancient magics that were long
forgotten by humankind.
Despite this unusual skill, the Easterlies’ bad luck in wartime
persisted diligently and continued to procure failure whichever way
the Easterly military happened to turn. After each war, the
Easterlies would begrudgingly return to their mountainous homeland
and plot the next offensive against their oppressors, determined to
achieve greatness at last while the Westerlies would march
jubilantly back to their secure location on Bassings Hill and wait
patiently for the day when they would have to crush the rebellious
Easterlies once more.
However, on this day, the end of the Great Wars, one Westerly knight
did not obey these unspoken laws of retreat. After the Easterlies
had fallen back and the Westerlies had begun the ascent of Bassings
Hill, Morgan Kinwyr urged his white pony, Windswept, forward over
the Easterly lines. His name was known well throughout Corosa; his
family had fought for the Westerlies for many generations and was
noted for its exceptional courage and loyalty to the Corosan crown,
an ancient Westerly by the name of Roald Winchester. He had been
alive for close on to five hundred years, a fact which called some
particularly skeptical Westerlies to question his blood—living so
long could only mean a trace of Easterly genealogy.