Spun Gold: A Rumpelstiltskin Origin Story
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Cast out by his own kind, and raised by creatures who wish only to use him, Rumpel longs for the one thing that has always been denied him—love. Spurned by the magical society for his imperfections, Rumpel searches the world over for someone who will accept him, only to be turned away time, and time again.
Eventually, Rumpel travels to the capital city of Germaine, where he becomes enamoured with a beautiful young woman named Katrin. Rumpel can't deny Katrin aid after her father weaves tales of her ability to spin straw into gold, and garners the attention of the king himself.
Drawn into Katrin's trials with the king, Rumpel realizes all he's ever wanted is one deal away. If Katrin fails, his wish will come true, but should she succeed, he fears he will never have acceptance or love.
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Spun Gold - Christis Christie
Copyright © 2020 by Christis Christie
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For my Grammie,
who believed in my writing so much, she carried one of my high school short stories around in her purse so that she could make everyone she met read it.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Sneak Peek From Christis
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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The PAN
Iwas born a blight upon the beauty and grace that is the elven world; a deformed creature that had no rights or place among their society. While most babes are born to them a pearl of perfection, I held the resemblance of a newly hatched bird with colourless skin not flushed with life, and the pinched features of a hobgoblin—a nose too long, ears too pointed, and dark, bottomless eyes that spoke of the depths of the world’s despair rather than the light of possibility and life.
My parents cast me out into the cold winter harshness in hopes that the frozen fingers of Frau Holle would claim me. Instead of being pulled down into the finality of the afterlife as was intended, two trolls found my wailing form.
Those of the elven nature are known for carrying magic in their blood, and to feast upon them, for many other creatures, is not only a delight, but a way of absorbing some of that magical essence into themselves. Too frail and feeble to make for good eating, though, I was bundled in a scrap piece of cloth and taken back to their dwelling in the dank depths of the earth.
There, in the subtle dimness of Grolge and Klimn’s cave, I was fed and nurtured alongside other stolen cattle. The goats accepted me well enough, letting the straw of their pen act as my cradle, and offering milk meant for their own young to fill my hungry maw. I filled out quickly on that sweet offering, becoming the fatty morsel worthy of roasting on the open fire and grinding between large troll teeth as had been intended. But Grolge and Klimn were stupid beings who quarrelled over the faintest slight and couldn’t decide who should get the babe that would be but a snack to creatures of their size.
It started as a discussion that soon escalated into an outright battle that nearly destroyed the cave and left me inches from being crushed beneath Klimn’s foot. In the end, it was decided that I would be allowed to grow more, and until I had reached a size that was acceptable for sharing, they would make use of me and my magic. I suppose in a lot of ways, my stunted form that was shunned by my elven parents actually saved my life. By the time I was of any decent size, barely above the head of our tallest ram, my magic had proven too useful to dispose of, even considering the quick rush of pleasure feasting on it would provide them.
With the threat of ending up spitted and roasted overshadowing my days, I turned into a clever survivor who continued to find new means of proving my living worth. Mortals, it turned out, are nearly as stupid as the cave trolls who kept me, and even as a small child, I found it easy to distract them so that larger cattle could be stolen to feed the abyss inside my large counterparts. Shepherds and cowherds were perhaps the easiest to manipulate, their boredom leaving them open for trickery. I laid traps, caused confusing noises and other disturbances that they couldn’t help but leave their posts to check on.
After that, it took nothing to spell the animals into following me into the woods and back to the cave. With me around, the trolls barely had to lift a finger anymore, each meal walking compliantly into their awaiting arms. Of course, even simple-minded creatures end up longing for more than their means, and eventually Grolge and Klimn came to the conclusion that they were not aiming high enough with my trickery. No, there was a far tastier feast to be had than Farmer Bram’s prized milk cows.
I was perhaps ten years of age, still stunted in height and haggard in appearance, when the spark of new hunger arose in them.
Oi, Rumpelstiltskin! Stop rattlin’ those posts, you worthless pophart and come here,
Grolge bellowed that morning, just seconds before the thighbone of a calf came hurtling at my unsuspecting head.
Pain lanced through my skull that had borne many such attacks over the years, and for the briefest of moments, I allowed my eyes to close upon the cave surrounding me and just breathed. But moving at my own leisure had never been the way of life, so soon I was on my feet and leaving behind the goat pen I was attempting to mend. After a battle the previous night over Klimn picking his teeth too loudly with a rib bone, the pen had been demolished, and no one but I was going to fix it.
I didn’t say anything, only trudged over to the large lump of leather and scaly flesh that made up Grolge.
Me and Klimn, we’s been thinkin’, we have. We’re tired of cows.
In his large paw there was the head of a calf he’d cracked open and was in the process of slurping at the brains while he spoke. It was enough to turn one’s stomach if one wasn’t used to it.
No more cows,
Klimn felt it necessary to chime in.
I felt a dawning suspicion beginning to sprout within my young mind, one I didn’t want to actually contemplate, and thus did not give voice to.
So, what do you wish instead?
In the rare times that I was left to my own devices, I had taken to watching the humans. My favourite pastime was becoming one with the shadows so that I could spy on them for hours. Other than an initial chill of foreboding, the mortals always remained blissfully unaware of my eyes in the dark. It was how I learned their ways, their behaviours, and their speech. How I saw both the best and the worst of them, and came to understand that at their most primitive, they weren’t that different from the trolls, and in their more evolved form, they hungered for power—or the semblance of it.
I knew how to draw them in—how to play them.
Man.
Or woman,
Klimn grunted.
Or woman. But no cows, and if no human...
Grolge leaned towards me, the stench of his putrid breath strong in my nose. Then you.
The blunt tip of his large finger tapped me in the chest and sent me reeling backwards on my bottom in the dirt. A war raged in my head, a battle between my keen wits and the desire to roll my eyes in annoyance. Ever the same threat, without any evidence it would actually take place. Though, one could never put it past their stupidity to eat their own meal ticket.
Fine. Humans.
As elegantly as possible, I picked myself up off the floor and dusted the dirt from my slacks. They were the only pair I owned, and only because I had tricked a stupid peasant boy into giving them to me by convincing him that the stolen goose I held in my clutches laid golden eggs.
The trade had been well worth it, in my mind.
With both trolls having made up their minds on the same thing, I had little choice but to leave in that moment and set out towards the village. One can think me heartless if they want, but I felt little sorrow for the human I was bound to lead to their death. I had not been brought up to feel any softness for them, and what I had seen of their kind had not helped any to sprout.
My legs were not of any substantial length, but still I made quick timing through the woods that concealed our cave and up into the open plains of the green fields that surrounded the local village. Here, flock upon flock of sheep grazed, their full coats as yet unshaven, resembling that of fluffy, rounded clouds, meandering lazily over the hills.
I didn’t have to think of who it was I would bring back—all my time human-watching had left a very clear first victim in my mind. One who, as I saw it, almost deserved the fate about to end him. Blond-headed Karl was a mean-spirited boy who often taunted the other shepherds, and his crook, which was meant to aid him in traversing the hills, was more often than not used to viciously jab or beat the sheep in his flock out of his own way. Not but two days before, I had witnessed him