Tales of Legend...
Legend had it that within the thickets of Gora lay the key to good health and immortality. It was also told that great wealth awaited he who tasted of the mysterious garlic that grows among its many shrubs (that is, if one could find it). So off she had gone, our beautiful princess of Zirkshire, to search for wealth, good health and immortality. Her aged dad was home, weak and dying. And for three consecutive full moons, severe plague and famine had ravaged the land. We waited for her, and waited for her, and waited for her, but she never returned... Now legend has it that within the thickets of Gora roves a hooded spirit. She traps every soul that ventures close to its grounds, and from them she feeds her immortality. No one and everyone knows who she is, but there isn't anyone who's discontented. Wealth has returned to the land, the plague has gone, and we have a new princess. Zirkshire survives, and no one ever tries anymore to change the tales of legend.
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Written for @vermillionfox's Foxtales Contest