It is a fact that there are only eight notes in an octave and that most western music is derived from different combinations of these eight notes. It is my belief, (to a certain extent at least), that this is also true of stories. Quite often the stories we tell are the result of what we have read, or that which we have experienced, or even the experiences of others. In the mythologies of many races, the fables and myths arose out of the mists of time and I would like to believe that there may just be a grain of truth in all of them.
This tale is based on an old fable. In my opinion it is certain that real-life similar situations took place on which this fable could have been based. (The reader can decide for him or herself which it might be.) The tale is told to a sick teenage girl. It tells of a king who rules over a prosperous city. He has a young and beautiful daughter who is much beloved by all. Due to circumstances she has to flee the city into the wilderness where she has many adventures. A holy man, the oracle, takes it on himself to act as her protector and guardian. It is a story that explores a number of contrasting emotions: Love and hate, envy and generosity, good and evel and, above all, obsession.