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of Genna, the Scourge of Lake Geneva, is one of the oldest tales recorded. The earliest mention of a âgrete besteâ comes from a monastery in Germany. The manuscript was written in 1156 (see Appendix B for a facsimile of the original).
This is the translation of that manuscript.
In the ancient times, before Lucifer led his revolt, the world was a playground for the Creator. The Great One delighted in variety, making no two leaves the same, every plant and tree with their own unique blueprint. In the same vein, many beings walked, slithered, and swam under heaven.
Lake Geneva was home to one such being, a great serpent with purple eyes and a body the colors of the ocean at midnight. Her mouth was filled with hooked teeth that were said to force truth telling, and her gaze could read the secrets that one preferred to keep hidden. Any who could withstand her regard was gifted with ability to . . . (Editorâs note: This word was obliterated.) She and her offspring were early doctors, known to heal hurts of both spirit and body.
For eons, the humans and the serpent lived in harmony, until Luciferâs Great Schism. The Revolt introduced the element of chaos.
The mortals discovered greed, envy, and war. The shape-shifters, half-shapes, blood-drinkers, and dual-natured were powerful, but the humans had greater numbers and had invented many powerful weapons.
One day, the serpent woke to find her latest clutch of eggs destroyed, her childrenâs bodies butchered for their organs.
In her rages, the humans of the region were poisoned from the nectar that once flowed from her tongue. Her tail, once a bridge for the humans to cross, flattened every building, from the humblest shack to those of the leaders.
Only once every mortal lay dead on the shores of her lake did she retreat to a great sleep. She will rise when the shadow creatures declare war on the humans. Then she will unleash her ages-old hunger on those who chased her kind into the deep.
âSmith et al., European Tales , 1965, p. 275
âBeautiful girl! â John Janté bounced on the balls of his feet, jostling his daughter in her blue sling. Minerva crowed and attempted to clap her hands. He rubbed his nose to hers, then pushed his lips far out from his face, puckering up like a chimpanzee. âEmbrasse-moi,â he ordered.
His child was not the most coordinated in the world, but she pressed her rosebud mouth toward him the best she could. It wasnât so much of a kiss as it was slobber in the general direction of his face.
A flood of love and peace emanated from his daughter and surrounded him. She was a blend of Lance, Valerie, and himself; all love, all light, but with an edge of profound darkness.
It was funny. It was fantastic. He laughed in joy.
The other passengers on the train home blinked owlishly at the disturbance. A few smiled. Most studied their business publications. Profit was serious stuff for the Swiss.
Minerva yawned. Her fangs were retracted into her gums, giving her an innocent, toothless grin. He ruffled her short black hair. She looked like a normal baby; defenseless and innocent. Nothing was further from the truth.
Lance had transported Valerie to Portland, leaving John and Minerva to care for each other. Therefore, today had been âTake Your Little Vampire to Work Dayâ at Johnâs cubicle at CERN.
Of course, as far as John was concerned, his job at the European Organization for Nuclear Research was the third most amazing thing in the world. He patted his little girlâs behind and beamed. And who wouldnât want to meet Minerva, the first most amazing thing in the world? His office had been the center of excitement. Everyone wanted to coo and pet his little baby. The darling had eaten up the attention. Such a flirt.
The second most amazing thing in the world was that he had found true love with two very different people. Even better, they loved him back.
âIs not life the
This is the translation of that manuscript.
In the ancient times, before Lucifer led his revolt, the world was a playground for the Creator. The Great One delighted in variety, making no two leaves the same, every plant and tree with their own unique blueprint. In the same vein, many beings walked, slithered, and swam under heaven.
Lake Geneva was home to one such being, a great serpent with purple eyes and a body the colors of the ocean at midnight. Her mouth was filled with hooked teeth that were said to force truth telling, and her gaze could read the secrets that one preferred to keep hidden. Any who could withstand her regard was gifted with ability to . . . (Editorâs note: This word was obliterated.) She and her offspring were early doctors, known to heal hurts of both spirit and body.
For eons, the humans and the serpent lived in harmony, until Luciferâs Great Schism. The Revolt introduced the element of chaos.
The mortals discovered greed, envy, and war. The shape-shifters, half-shapes, blood-drinkers, and dual-natured were powerful, but the humans had greater numbers and had invented many powerful weapons.
One day, the serpent woke to find her latest clutch of eggs destroyed, her childrenâs bodies butchered for their organs.
In her rages, the humans of the region were poisoned from the nectar that once flowed from her tongue. Her tail, once a bridge for the humans to cross, flattened every building, from the humblest shack to those of the leaders.
Only once every mortal lay dead on the shores of her lake did she retreat to a great sleep. She will rise when the shadow creatures declare war on the humans. Then she will unleash her ages-old hunger on those who chased her kind into the deep.
âSmith et al., European Tales , 1965, p. 275
âBeautiful girl! â John Janté bounced on the balls of his feet, jostling his daughter in her blue sling. Minerva crowed and attempted to clap her hands. He rubbed his nose to hers, then pushed his lips far out from his face, puckering up like a chimpanzee. âEmbrasse-moi,â he ordered.
His child was not the most coordinated in the world, but she pressed her rosebud mouth toward him the best she could. It wasnât so much of a kiss as it was slobber in the general direction of his face.
A flood of love and peace emanated from his daughter and surrounded him. She was a blend of Lance, Valerie, and himself; all love, all light, but with an edge of profound darkness.
It was funny. It was fantastic. He laughed in joy.
The other passengers on the train home blinked owlishly at the disturbance. A few smiled. Most studied their business publications. Profit was serious stuff for the Swiss.
Minerva yawned. Her fangs were retracted into her gums, giving her an innocent, toothless grin. He ruffled her short black hair. She looked like a normal baby; defenseless and innocent. Nothing was further from the truth.
Lance had transported Valerie to Portland, leaving John and Minerva to care for each other. Therefore, today had been âTake Your Little Vampire to Work Dayâ at Johnâs cubicle at CERN.
Of course, as far as John was concerned, his job at the European Organization for Nuclear Research was the third most amazing thing in the world. He patted his little girlâs behind and beamed. And who wouldnât want to meet Minerva, the first most amazing thing in the world? His office had been the center of excitement. Everyone wanted to coo and pet his little baby. The darling had eaten up the attention. Such a flirt.
The second most amazing thing in the world was that he had found true love with two very different people. Even better, they loved him back.
âIs not life the
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