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In the dead of the night, the 12th king of the Soraili plains got a call from his ministers and held a meeting. The generals were deeply injured and the ministers seemed to encounter a treacherous event. One minister had the worst of his fears and tried to hide it which he failed miserably. Nobody knew what was told at the meeting and who were the witness of the meetings. Probably it was a private meeting which was only heard by the most trusted men of the in keep. 

Many kings and queens came by after this event. The nation was thriving in riches and peace. But on the 14th of second month, the 22nd king received a message mysterious enough to have shook the entire kingdom but it was kept from the public. The ministers who read it became greedy with power and the queens only stayed in their chambers. And the king ordered their florist to plant many wild flowers in the palace gardens. No body knew about it outside the walls of the palaces. The king employed many researchers to avoid a terrible tragedy that was coming their way. But the king passed away without the research being able to completed. 

The research was being carried on by the later kings half heartedly. But one true king went to the researchers himself and asked about their progress. He came to know about the old legend of the white flower and the girl in the meadows in his night time stories were the clue to the problem. Their research shifted to the origin of the story. There was only one scroll that said- ‘the legend is hidden in the depths of the Anishtasuchak Pustakalay, where the legend sleeps.’ It became the king’s judgement to open the chamber when in dire need of answers. All the text in this chamber were considered ominous and thus the name which translates to Ominous Library. 

After two days, the king decided to open the library of ominous objects and texts.

There were very few text about the white girl in the meadow and their encounter with her. The document of the witness said very little about the girl. It felt like as if the tale was a myth as nobody saw her but believed it was her. And all claims to have been saved by her. There were 5 ministers in the expedition and one general was assigned to each minister for their safety. But only 4 generals have bared witness to the situation. And the 3rd minister said something else. It read “In the mist she came the grounds were covered with white wild flowers and like the moon the girl shown, that she was so fair. Her hair was covered with a veil of white cloth too. She chased away the wolves and took the guard under her wing and let us survive. He had no chance to survive we thought but moments later he got up on his feet and followed her like it was nothing. A life for another she told us. The mist was thick so I did not see much after that.”

The king searched for more evidences of the encounter but there was nothing. 

There was nothing about it any more. Not a soul had such encounter. 

They search for literature this time anything on the creative field by any author. The research went long this time running through the pages of every renowned artist and painter and writer. On the fourth day. They took rest. And continued the following day. But alas there were none from the creative field. 

Kutublin a royal researcher on one of his off days went to the market and stumbled upon a book written by a foreign writer. ‘A dozen sort stories’ it said. 

One of the stories goes as the King’s Crusade. He opened up to it and read as he was always a proud researcher and loved to know more about the king’s in the other places.

King’s Crusade

‘Remember me’ said the royal army’s captain.

But would I be able to remember asked the white peasant to herself. After all she would be so far far away from the other worlders. They would be separated all their life. Maybe remembering only to recognise would be the best choice. I think, remembering too much will be a problem she knew it. And attachments, she did not have and did not want to have either. The knight wanted to keep his honour in the fairy folk. But he seemed to be inapt with the natural laws of the fairy folk and that it did not run like the humans made up laws. The natural fauna and greenery was telling her to bid the knight goodbye. The white girl knew much more stories of the woods and humans being met in the long run of a short human life. And she replied back, “Only your deeds general”. 

But the soldier was impressed by her words and ability to think like humans. 

Of which she was just a pawn of the nature. Like every pure white flower of the land and beyond. 

The general was thinking of a way to employ her in his off time to keep his mind from being engulfed in the shadow of killings of enlisted enemies by the king. 

But the nature knew it all. And they whispered it to her in the air and in her ears. She was furious. She was trained to think that no folk of the nature are employed by any one they are the free folk and one with nature. Listening to the treacherous ways he killed the enemies of the king, the white girl gave the soldier of men a daisy. And in an enchanted voice said, “Do not spill blood on such flowers.” And disappeared into the coming fog. She walked like any other child and girl in the meadows.

“White girl” the general called her from behind. But she was already lost into the woods like the mist and fog in the meadows. After that event the mysterious girl in the meadows was termed as the ‘white girl’. And her legend was made famous by the travellers and passerby of such meadows. But she is rumoured to appear in different meadows of the 12th century. And vanish in the 13th century. She did not help anyone in the other centuries either. And thus the white girl’s legend was diminished to nothingness. 

On the other hand the legends was shifted to another incident. The skilled people who never used to age a day in the 13th century. Of whom nobody found any lead on. It was considered a notable shift from the girl in the meadows to a new subject and like any other thing that happens in the river of time.

The Royal researcher was indecisive of what to do with the half information in the book of tales. He decided to read through all the stories in order to find more legends similar to this. But the dozens were pockets of different individuals and they never collided a single thread. And the researcher continued to enjoy his afternoon by immersing deep into his book. “Some things are never meant to collide.” What an irony!