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"Aye, but I never said the Reimel was to be the gallant hero of my tale." Edith smiled seductively at the man seated across from her, there was a strange mischievous twinkle in her eye that Elijah wasn't sure if the loved or feared. Edith continued with the tale that she wove. "You see Reimel was essentially a good man, but a very unhappy one. As you can gather from my description of the poor fellow he was far from the minds of the women of the village and could not for the life of him find a wife." she said as she paused for a brief moment to take a sip of her warm coffee. "Now, aside from being an excellent farmer Reimel considered himself quite adept at magic, he would study it by candlelight every night and had gotten rather good and mending things here and there around his farm and town. It was on one such night that Reimel was struck, if he could not find a wife, then perhaps he should make one." Elijah cocked an eyebrow at the story and a smile spread across his lips, he pulled a small pack of black cigarettes from the breast pocket of his black dress shirt and mentioned to Edith if she wanted one, and she dismissed him with a small wave of her hand. Elijah merely shrugged and said nothing lighting the clove laced tobacco and taking small drag from it. "Now making a wife would be a skill any man would kill for." Elijah said as small clouds of smoke issued from his moving mouth like the coming of a dense fog in the early morning hours. "Funny that you should say that" Edith said with a small shake of her finger.

"Now Reimel was well versed in simple magics but the higher level skills needed to breath life into something were beyond his knowledge, the small collection of magical tomes that the man had acquired over the years mentioned nothing of such things and Reimel resolved that he first had to find such book before he could set about the task of making himself a wife" As Edith spoke Elijah could not help but notice the fact that the coffee shop had grown deftly quiet, as if everyone was hanging on her every word, and Elijah had to admit that she was quiet the storyteller.

"Now as you could imagine, the power to create a human being out of thin air isn't something that you could find in your local bookshop, so Reimel spent many months going from town to town searching for a book that would feel his needs." As she spoke Edith was playing with a small gold band around her ring finger, Elijah cocked an eyebrow he had not noticed it before, nor had he thought to ask if the woman was married. "Well, did our young friend ever find his magical tome?" Elijah asked after Edith had said very little for a few minutes. "But of course he did, if wouldn't be much of a story if he hadn't now would it?" Edith commented with a slight smile on her face. Elijah could not help but agree with her, it wouldn't be a story worth telling unless he had found the magic that he had so desperately been looking for.

"Now you can only imagine the excitement and joy that Reimel must have felt when he found the book that he had spend the last few months desperately searching for. He rushed back to his farm as fast as his faithful stead would carry him, unfortunately Reimel pushed his horse far too hard and it promptly died when he arrived at his home." Elijah cocked an eyebrow when Edith said this. "Just when I thought that this was turning into a story with a happy ending." he said in a mock expression of annoyance. Edith only smiled at the comment that he made. "Well, my story is far from finished good sir." she said as she continued to weave her tale of wonder.

"Now as one would expect Reimel was distraught at the loose of his horse, whom he had named blackberry because of the horse's love of the fruit. But Reimel's grief did not last long with magic tome in hand he rushed into his cottage to prepare for the ritual of creating himself a wife, Reimel read the book with the speed and hunger of a man left without a crumb of bread for months, analyzing and memorizing every feature and every ingredient. That is until he got to the final line of the tome, it was the last ingredient that made his heart drop into his chest." Edith paused for a moment as she sipped at the hot cup in her hands, by this time in had been refilled by one of the bar maids at least twice that Elijah could remember. In fact he had to admit that he had become so enthralled by the story that she was weaving that he had smoke his cigarette and had not even realized it.

"This tale is becoming darker and darker with every passing moment." Elijah commented. "And what of his poor horse, is he to let it rot there in the sun?" he asked as Edith merely looked at him with a sly smile on her face. "No of course not, for you see the final ingredient that Reimel needed to bring his creation to life was blood." Edith said as she tapped the side of her nose. "The very blood that now pooled in the body of his dead horse." Elijah exclaimed, with more excitement then he had intended. "Exactly" Edith said as she leaned back in her chair.

"It seemed that the death of his horse had been a blessing in disguise, more then a curse. As a farmer Reimel had slaughtered his fair share of barnyard critters for his supper and for market. so the task of draining the horse's corpse was a rather easy one. " Edith said in a strange matter of fact sort of way, complete with a wave of her hand. "The instructions did not specified how much was to be used in the ritual, so Reimel took an extra procaution and got as much from the animal as he could. Etching the magical symbols into the wooden floor of his cottage Reimel set about sculpting the body of the woman that would soon be born as his wife." Elijah snorted as Edith finished her last statement, "Are you to tell me that not only was Reimel an expert farmer, a good enough wizard but that he also was a great sculptor?" Elijah's voice was on the verge of bursting into laughter.

Edith merely shugged once more that sly smile on her face. "You should always suspend some of your belief and preconceptions when listening to a story, makes it flow so much easier." she answered as she leaned back into her seat. "Now can I continue my tale?" she asked playfully. Elijah nooded and motioned for her to continue, he had to admit that her yarn was starting to interest him and he was curious to see how it would end.

"Now, as I was saying, Reimel spent most of the night creating the image of the woman that he wanted to create, as the sun started to peak over the horizion he had completed all but the adding of blood that was said to be the last crucial step needed to make his wife. With great anticipation he added the blood that he had careful exactred from his horse and added it his newly formed creation."

"At first her perfect form resembled nothing more then a lay statue drowned in blood, it stank in his small cottage and Reimel was starting to wonder if he had been tricked by the owner of the bookshop and that his desires would never come to fruition." Again Elijah could not help but c**k and eyebrow as she read the expression on the women's face, it looked almost like disappointment, as though she retelling events that she had lived herself and not just a made up story, but again Elijah shook his head trying to jar those strange thoughts from his head. He really needed to get some sleep.

Withough prompting from Elijah, Edith continued her tale. "Reimel sat that there for what felt like days, even if it was only a few minutes that had past in reality. You see the magic of creating life is a very subtle magic, one moment she was a lifeless lump of clay and the next she was sitting up her long black mane of hair covered her bosom and most of her fair white skin almost artistically as the morning rays of the sun touched her skin. As he saw this Reimel could not help but smile as he looked into the deep black pools which where her eyes. Reimel leaned in closer to the woman and spoke in soft and nervous tones. Hi my name is Reimel what's yours"

"He just played God, at the best line that he could come up with is what's your name?" Elijah asked as he was being poured his forth cup of coffee since walking into the coffee shop across his apartment complex. "I never said that he was clever man" Edith teased and tapped the table with one bright red fingernail.

"Now the problem started as his new creation went to open her mouth to speak. Reimel was anxious with anticipation over hearing her voice for the first time, but the noise that issued from her mouth wasn't anything resembling the voice of a human let alone a female one.