Myths of the Magaram 1: Follow the Fairy
An old man tells the story of young Julio who has reached the marrying age but cannot find a suitable maiden in his small town. As he reaches the deep well where the entire town gets their water, Julio spies an enchanting young woman. She does not, however, live in his town. Join Julio as he goes on a journey to find the woman that has captured his imagination—into the world of The Magaram. More
WHEN INTO THE UNKNOWN IS WHERE YOU WILL FIND WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR
FOLLOW YOUR HEART, AND DISCOVER THE MAGARAM
One sleepy summer afternoon, in an equally sleepy remote town, an old man sits under a tree. With him are children who have made a habit of visiting him on late afternoons to listen to his stories... stories of magical things, of adventure, and of great love.
Every afternoon, he tells them the story of a young man who has reached the marrying age but cannot seem to find a suitable maiden to marry in his small town. As he reaches the deep well where the entire town gets their water on summers, Julio spies a curious sight – a young woman. Beautiful, enchanting, and someone he has never met. In those few precious seconds, time stopped for him. Like all villagers of Julio’s town, she is there to fetch water. She does not, however, live in Julio’s town, nor did she look like any villager.
When you have just seen the most mesmerizing of the people in your world walk away, what do you do? But strange things begin to happen to Julio the moment he followed her.
We all love to listen to the stories our elderly tell us, yet few of us questions the tales. Are they just stories made up to pass the time? Or are the stories rooted on true events?
In this first book in a series of five, join Julio as he goes on a journey to find the woman that has captured his imagination. Follow the epic tale as our character journeys Into the Unknown.
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Like an automaton with only one focus, he approached. Though no more than a few steps apart, he felt like he had been walking for a long time.
His eyes settled on her face. Everything blotted out around them, and all that was left was color of the leaves and the light of the sun through the canopy above.
“You are kind,” she spoke again, but this time with a shy, lovely smile on her face. “Gratitude.”
What he had known about the town of which he had never set foot outside in all his 21 years heavily contradicted the woman. There was the peculiar way she phrased her words. Her unique physical features were an absolute mystery.
He wracked his brain to discern where she might be living. But he knew of no place where people look or talk like her. He was so lost in his ruminations that he did not even notice the weight of the bucket that he was slowly lowering unto her shoulders.
She rocked a little as she balanced the weight of the bucket. He half expected her shoulders to give. He knew how heavy that bucket was. He could not last ten minutes without taking it off and placing it on the other side.
But she surprised him.
Although the middle part of the bucket’s bottom was extending outside her right shoulder, her left hand stretched out and held the rim from that side.
Her right hand was underneath for support. Very little water spilled out. Then, without saying a word, she started walking towards the narrow path opposite where he had come from, and disappeared among the tall grass.
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