Mel’s Big Fantasy Place-Name Reference
So I’ve been doing lots of D&D world-building lately and I’ve kind of been putting together lists of words to help inspire new fantasy place names. I figured I’d share. These are helpful for naming towns, regions, landforms, roads, shops, and they’re also probably useful for coming up with surnames. This is LONG. There’s plenty more under the cut including a huge list of “fantasy sounding” word-parts. Enjoy!
Towns & Kingdoms
town, borough, city, hamlet, parish, township, village, villa, domain
kingdom, empire, nation, country, county, city-state, state, province, dominion
Town Name End Words (English flavored)
-ton, -ston, -caster, -dale, -den, -field, -gate, -glen, -ham, -holm, -hurst, -bar, -boro, -by, -cross, -kirk, -meade, -moore, -ville, -wich, -bee, -burg, -cester, -don, -lea, -mer, -rose, -wall, -worth, -berg, -burgh, -chase, -ly, -lin, -mor, -mere, -pool. -port, -stead, -stow, -strath, -side, -way, -berry, -bury, -chester, -haven, -mar, -mont, -ton, -wick, -meet, -heim, -hold, -hall, -point
Buildings & Places
castle, fort, palace, fortress, garrison, lodge, estate, hold, stronghold, tower, watchtower, palace, spire, citadel, bastion, court, manor, house
altar, chapel, abbey, shrine, temple, monastery, cathedral, sanctum, crypt, catacomb, tomb
orchard, arbor, vineyard, farm, farmstead, shire, garden, ranch
plaza, district, quarter, market, courtyard, inn, stables, tavern, blacksmith, forge, mine, mill, quarry, gallows, apothecary, college, bakery, clothier, library, guild house, bath house, pleasure house, brothel, jail, prison, dungeon, cellar, basement, attic, sewer, cistern
lookout, post, tradepost, camp, outpost, hovel, hideaway, lair, nook, watch, roost, respite, retreat, hostel, holdout, redoubt, perch, refuge, haven, alcove, haunt, knell, enclave, station, caravan, exchange, conclave
port, bridge, ferry, harbor, landing, jetty, wharf, berth, footbridge, dam, beacon, lighthouse, marina, dockyard, shipyard
road, street, way, row, lane, trail, corner, crossing, gate, junction, waygate, end, wall, crossroads, barrier, bulwark, blockade, pavilion, avenue, promenade, alley, fork, route
Time & Direction
North, South, East, West, up, down, side, rise, fall, over, under
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, solstice, equanox, vernal, ever, never
dusk, dawn, dawnrise, morning, night, nightfall, evening, sundown, sunbreak, sunset
lunar, solar, sun, moon, star, eclipse
Geographical Terms
Cave, cavern, cenote, precipice, crevasse, crater, maar, chasm, ravine, trench, rift, pit
Cliff, bluff, crag, scarp, outcrop, stack, tor, falls, run, eyrie, aerie
Hill, mountain, volcano, knoll, hillock, downs, barrow, plateau, mesa, butte, pike, peak, mount, summit, horn, knob, pass, ridge, terrace, gap, point, rise, rim, range, view, vista, canyon, hogback, ledge, stair, descent
Valley, gulch, gully, vale, dale, dell, glen, hollow, grotto, gorge, bottoms, basin, knoll, combe
Meadow, grassland, field, pasture, steppe, veld, sward, lea, mead, fell, moor, moorland, heath, croft, paddock, boondock, prairie, acre, strath, heights, mount, belt
Woodlands, woods, forest, bush, bower, arbor, grove, weald, timberland, thicket, bosk, copse, coppice, underbrush, hinterland, park, jungle, rainforest, wilds, frontier, outskirts
Desert, dunes, playa, arroyo, chaparral, karst, salt flats, salt pan, oasis, spring, seep, tar pit, hot springs, fissure, steam vent, geyser, waste, wasteland, badland, brushland, dustbowl, scrubland
Ocean, sea, lake, pond, spring, tarn, mere, sluice, pool, coast, gulf, bay
Lagoon, cay, key, reef, atoll, shoal, tideland, tide flat, swale, cove, sandspit, strand, beach
Snowdrift, snowbank, permafrost, floe, hoar, rime, tundra, fjord, glacier, iceberg
River, stream, creek, brook, tributary, watersmeet, headwater, ford, levee, delta, estuary, firth, strait, narrows, channel, eddy, inlet, rapids, mouth, falls
Wetland, marsh, bog, fen, moor, bayou, glade, swamp, banks, span, wash, march, shallows, mire, morass, quag, quagmire, everglade, slough, lowland, sump, reach
Island, isle, peninsula, isthmus, bight, headland, promontory, cape, pointe, cape
More under the cut including: Color words, Animal/Monster related words, Rocks/Metals/Gems list, Foliage, People groups/types, Weather/Environment/ Elemental words, Man-made Items, Body Parts, Mechanical sounding words, a huge list of both pleasant and unpleasant Atmospheric Descriptors, and a huge list of Fantasy Word-parts.
Color Descriptions
Warm: red, scarlet, crimson, rusty, cerise, carmine, cinnabar, orange, vermillion, ochre, peach, salmon, saffron, yellow, gold, lemon, amber, pink, magenta, maroon, brown, sepia, burgundy, beige, tan, fuchsia, taupe
Cool: green, beryl, jade, evergreen, chartreuse, olive, viridian, celadon, blue, azure, navy, cerulean, turquoise, teal, cyan, cobalt, periwinkle, beryl, purple, violet, indigo, mauve, plum
Neutral: gray, silver, ashy, charcoal, slate, white, pearly, alabaster, ivory, black, ebony, jet
dark, dusky, pale, bleached, blotchy, bold, dappled, lustrous, faded, drab, milky, mottled, opaque, pastel, stained, subtle, ruddy, waxen, tinted, tinged, painted
Animal / Monster-Related Words
Bear, eagle, wolf, serpent, hawk, horse, goat, sheep, bull, raven, crow, dog, stag, rat, boar, lion, hare, owl, crane, goose, swan, otter, frog, toad, moth, bee, wasp, beetle, spider, slug, snail, leech, dragonfly, fish, trout, salmon, bass, crab, shell, dolphin, whale, eel, cod, haddock
Dragon, goblin, giant, wyvern, ghast, siren, lich, hag, ogre, wyrm, kraken
Talon, scale, tusk, hoof, mane, horn, fur, feather, fang, wing, whisker, bristle, paw, tail, beak, claw, web, quill, paw, maw, pelt, haunch, gill, fin,
Hive, honey, nest, burrow, den, hole, wallow
Rocks / Metals / Minerals
Gold, silver, brass, bronze, copper, platinum, iron, steel, tin, mithril, electrum, adamantite, quicksilver, fool’s gold, titanium
Diamond, ruby, emerald, sapphire, topaz, opal, pearl, jade, jasper, onyx, citrine, aquamarine, turquoise, lapiz lazuli, amethyst, quartz, crystal, amber, jewel
Granite, shale, marble, limestone, sandstone, slate, diorite, basalt, rhyolite, obsidian, glass
Earth, stone, clay, sand, silt, salt, mote, lode, vein, ore, ingot, coal, boulder, bedrock, crust, rubble, pebble, gravel, cobble, dust, clod, peat, muck mud, slip, loam, dirt, grit, scree, shard, flint, stalactite/mite
Trees / Plants / Flowers
Tree, ash, aspen, pine, birch, alder, willow, dogwood, oak, maple, walnut, chestnut, cedar, mahogany, palm, beech, hickory, hemlock, cottonwood, hawthorn, sycamore, poplar, cypress, mangrove, elm, fir, spruce, yew
Branch, bough, bramble, gnarl, burr, tangle, thistle, briar, thorn, moss, bark, shrub, undergrowth, overgrowth, root, vine, bracken, reed, driftwood, coral, fern, berry, bamboo, nectar, petal, leaf, seed, clover, grass, grain, trunk, twig, canopy, cactus, weed, mushroom, fungus
Apple, olive, apricot, elderberry, coconut, sugar, rice, wheat, cotton, flax, barley, hops, onion, carrot, turnip, cabbage, squash, pumpkin, pepper
Flower, rose, lavender, lilac, jasmine, jonquil, marigold, carnelian, carnation, goldenrod, sage, wisteria, dahlia, nightshade, lily, daisy, daffodil, columbine, amaranth, crocus, buttercup, foxglove, iris, holly, hydrangea, orchid, snowdrop, hyacinth, tulip, yarrow, magnolia, honeysuckle, belladonna, lily pad, magnolia
People
Settler, Pilgrim, Pioneer, Merchant, Prospector, Maker, Surveyor, Mason, Overseer, Apprentice, Widow, Sailor, Miner, Blacksmith, Butcher, Baker, Brewer, Barkeep, Ferryman, Hangman, Gambler, Fisherman, Adventurer, Hero, Seeker, Hiker, Traveler, Crone
Mage, Magician, Summoner, Sorcerer, Wizard, Conjurer, Necromancer,
King, Queen, Lord, Count, Baron, Guard, Soldier, Knight, Vindicator, Merchant, Crusader, Imperator, Syndicate, Vanguard, Champion, Warden, Victor, Legionnaire, Master, Archer, Footman, Gladiator, Barbarian, Captain, Commodore,
Beggar, Hunter, Ranger, Deadman, Smuggler, Robber, Swindler, Rebel, Bootlegger, Outlaw, Pirate, Brigand, Ruffian, Highwayman, Cutpurse, Thief, Assassin
God, Goddess, Exarch, Angel, Devil, Demon, Cultist, Prophet, Hermit, Seer
council, clergy, guild, militia, choir
Climate, Environment, & The Elements
Cold, cool, brisk, frosty, chilly, icy, freezing, frozen, frigid, glacial, bitter, biting, bleak, arctic, polar, boreal, wintry, snowy, snow, blizzarding, blizzard, sleeting, sleet, chill, frost, ice, icebound, ice cap, floe, snowblind, frostbite, coldsnap, avalanche, snowflake
Hot, sunny, humid, sweltering, steaming, boiling, sizzling, blistering, scalding, smoking, caldescent, dry, parched, arid, fallow, thirsty, melting, molten, fiery, blazing, burning, charring, glowing, searing, scorching, blasted, sun, fire, heat, flame, wildfire, bonfire, inferno, coal, ash, cinder, ember, flare, pyre, tinder, kindling, aflame, alight, ablaze, lava, magma, slag,
Wet, damp, dank, soggy, sodden, soaked, drenched, dripping, sopping, briny, murky, rain, storm, hail, drizzle, sprinkle, downpour, deluge, squall, water, cloud, fog, mist, dew, puddle, pool, current, whirlpool, deep, depths, tide, waves, whitewater, waterfall, tidal wave, flow, flood, leak, drain
Wind, breeze, gust, billow, gail, draft, waft, zephyr, still, airy, clear, smokey, tempest, tempestuous, windswept, aerial, lofty, torrid, turbulent, nebulous, tradewind, thunder, lightning, spark, cyclone, tornado, whirlwind, hurricane, typhoon
Man-made Item Words
Furnace, forge, anvil, vault, strap, strip, whetstone, brick, sword, blade, axe, dagger, shield, buckler, morningstar, bow, quiver, arrow, polearm, flail, staff, stave, sheath, hilt, hammer, knife, helm, mantle, banner, pauldron, chainmail, mace, dart, cutlass, canon, needle, cowl, belt, buckle, bandana, goggles, hood, boot, heel, spindle, spool, thread, sweater, skirt, bonnet, apron, leather, hide, plate, tunic, vest, satin, silk, wool, velvet, lace, corset, stocking, binding
Plow, scythe, (wheel) barrow, saddle, harrow, brand, collar, whip, leash, lead, bridle, stirrup, wheel, straw, stall, barn, hay, bale, pitchfork, well, log, saw, lumber, sod, thatch, mortar, brick, cement, concrete, pitch, pillar, window, fountain, door, cage, spoke, pole, table, bench, plank, board
Candle, torch, cradle, broom, lamp, lantern, clock, bell, lock, hook, trunk, looking glass, spyglass, bottle, vase, locket, locker, key, handle, rope, knot, sack, pocket, pouch, manacle, chain, stake, coffin, fan. cauldron, kettle, pot, bowl, pestle, oven, ladle, spoon, font, wand, potion, elixir, draught, portal, book, tome, scroll, word, manuscript, letter, message, grimoire, map, ink, quill, pen, cards, dice
Coin, coronet, crown, circlet, scepter, treasure, riches, scales, pie, tart, loaf, biscuit, custard, caramel, pudding, porridge, stew, bread, tea, gravy, gristle, spice, lute, lyre, harp, drum, rouge, powder, perfume, brush
bilge, stern, pier, sail, anchor, mast, dock, deck, flag, ship, boat, canoe, barge, wagon, sled, carriage, buggy, cart
Wine, brandy, whiskey, ale, moonshine, gin, cider, rum, grog, beer, brew, goblet, flagon, flask, cask, tankard, stein, mug, barrel, stock, wort, malt
Body Parts
Head, throat, finger, foot, hand, neck, shoulder, rib, jaw, eye, lips, bosom
Skull, spine, bone, tooth, heart, blood, tears, gut, beard
Mechanical-Sounding Words
cog, fuse, sprocket, wrench, screw, nail, bolt, lever, pulley, spanner, gear, spring, shaft, switch, button, cast, pipe, plug, dial, meter, nozzle, cord, brake, gauge, coil, oil, signal, wire, fluke, staple, clamp, bolt, nut, bulb, patch, pump, cable, socket
torque, force, sonic, spark, fizzle, thermal, beam, laser, steam, buzz, mega, mecha, electro, telsa, power, flicker, charge, current, flow, tinker
Atmospheric Words
Unpleasant, Dangerous, Threatening
(nouns) death, fury, battle, scar, shadow, razor, nightmare, wrath, bone, splinter, peril, war, riptide, strife, reckoning, sorrow, terror, deadwood, nether, venom, grime, rage, void, conquest, pain, folly, revenge, horrid, mirk, shear, fathom, frenzy, corpselight/marshlight, reaper, gloom, doom, torment, torture, spite, grizzled, sludge, refuse, spore, carrion, fear, pyre, funeral, shade, beast, witch, grip, legion, downfall, ruin, plague, woe, bane, horde, acid, fell, grief, corpse, mildew, mold, miter, dirge
(adjectives) dead, jagged, decrepit, fallen, darkened, blackened, dire, grim, feral, wild, broken, desolate, mad, lost, under, stagnant, blistered, derelict, forlorn, unbound, sunken, fallow, shriveled, wayward, bleak, low, weathered, fungal, last, brittle, sleepy, -strewn, dusky, deserted, empty, barren, vacant, forsaken, bare, bereft, stranded, solitary, abandoned, discarded, forgotten, deep, abysmal, bottomless, buried, fathomless,unfathomable, diseased, plagued, virulent, noxious, venomous, toxic, fetid, revolting, putrid, rancid, foul, squalid, sullied, vile, blighted, vicious, ferocious, dangerous, savage, cavernous, vast, yawning, chasmal, echoing, dim, dingy, gloomy, inky, lurid, shaded, shadowy, somber, sunless, tenebrous, unlit, veiled, hellish, accursed, sulfurous, damned, infernal, condemned, doomed, wicked, sinister, dread, unending, spectral, ghostly, haunted, eldritch, unknown, weary, silent, hungry, cloven, acidic
(verb/adverbs): wither (withering / withered), skulk (skulking), whisper, skitter, chitter, sting, slither, writhe, gape, screech, scream, howl, lurk, roil, twist, shift, swarm, spawn, fester, bleed, howl, shudder, shrivel, devour, swirl, maul, trip, smother, weep, shatter, ruin, curse, ravage, hush, rot, drown, sunder, blister, warp, fracture, die, shroud, fall, surge, shiver, roar, thunder, smolder, break, silt, slide, lash, mourn, crush, wail, decay, crumble, erode, decline, reek, lament, taint, corrupt, defile, poison, infect, shun, sigh, sever, crawl, starve, grind, cut, wound, bruise, maim, stab, bludgeon, rust, mutilate, tremble, stumble, fumble, clank, clang
Pleasant, Safe, Neutral
(nouns) spirit, luck, soul, oracle, song, sky, smile, rune, obelisk, cloud, timber, valor, triumph, rest, dream, thrall, might, valiance, glory, mirror, life, hope, oath, serenity, sojourn, god, hearth, crown, throne, crest, guard, rise, ascent, circle, ring, twin, vigil, breath, new, whistle, grasp, snap, fringe, threshold, arch, cleft, bend, home, fruit, wilds, echo, moonlight, sunlight, starlight, splendor, vigilance, honor, memory, fortune, aurora, paradise, caress
(adjectives) gentle, pleasant, prosperous, peaceful, sweet, good, great, mild, grand, topic, lush, wild, abundant, verdant, sylvan, vital, florid, bosky, callow, verdurous, lucious, fertile, spellbound, captivating, mystical, hidden, arcane, clandestine, esoteric, covert, cryptic, runic, otherworldly, touched, still, fair, deep, quiet, bright, sheer, tranquil, ancient, light, far, -wrought, tidal, royal, shaded, swift, true, free, high, vibrant, pure, argent, hibernal, ascendant, halcyon, silken, bountiful, gilded, colossal, massive, stout, elder, -bourne, furrowed, happy, merry, -bound, loud, lit, silk, quiet, bright, luminous, shining, burnished, glossy, brilliant, lambent, lucent, lustrous, radiant, resplendent, vivid, vibrant, illuminated, silvery, limpid, sunlit, divine, sacred, holy, eternal, celestial, spiritual, almighty, anointed, consecrated, exalted, hallowed, sanctified, ambrosial, beatific, blissful, demure, naked, bare, ample, coy, deific, godly, omnipotent, omnipresent, rapturous, sacramental, sacrosanct, blessed, majestic, iridescent, glowing, overgrown, dense, hard, timeless, sly, scatter, everlasting, full, half, first, last
(verb/adverbs) arch (arching / arched), wink (winking), sing, nestle, graze, stroll, roll, flourish, bloom, bud, burgeon, live, dawn, hide, dawn, run, pray, wake, laugh, wake, glimmer, glitter, drift, sleep, tumble, bind, arch, blush, grin, glister, beam, meander, wind, widen, charm, bewitch, enthrall, entrance, enchant, allure, beguile, glitter, shimmer, sparkle twinkle, crest, quiver, slumber, herald, shelter, leap, click, climb, scuttle, dig, barter, chant, hum, chime, kiss, flirt, tempt, tease, play, seduce
Generic “Fantasy-Sounding” Word Parts
A - D
aaz, ada, adaer, adal, adar, adbar, adir, ae, ael, aer, aern, aeron, aeryeon, agar, agis, aglar, agron, ahar, akan, akyl, al, alam, alan, alaor, ald, alea, ali, alir, allyn, alm, alon, alor, altar, altum, aluar, alys, amar, amaz, ame, ammen, amir, amol, amn, amus, anar, andor, ang, ankh, ar, ara, aram, arc, arg, arian, arkh, arla, arlith, arn, arond, arthus, arum, arvien, ary, asha, ashyr, ask, assur, aster, astra, ath, athor, athra, athryn, atol, au, auga, aum, auroch, aven, az, azar, baal, bae, bael, bak, bal, balor, ban, bar, bara, barr, batol, batar, basir, basha, batyr, bel, belph, belu, ben, beo, bere, berren, berun, besil, bezan, bhaer, bhal, blask, blis, blod, bor, boraz, bos, bran, brath, braun, breon, bri, bry, bul, bur, byl, caer, cal, calan, cara, cassa, cath, cela, cen, cenar, cerul, chalar, cham, chion, cimar, clo, coram, corel, corman, crim, crom, daar, dach, dae, dago, dagol, dahar, dala, dalar, dalin, dam, danas, daneth, dannar, dar, darian, darath, darm, darma, darro, das, dasa, dasha, dath, del, delia, delimm, dellyn, delmar, delo, den, dess, dever, dhaer, dhas, dhaz, dhed, dhin, din, dine, diar, dien, div, djer, dlyn, dol, dolan, doon, dora, doril, doun, dral, dranor, drasil, dren, drian, drien, drin, drov, druar, drud, duald, duatha, duir, dul, dulth, dun, durth, dyra, dyver,
E - H
ea, eber, eden, edluk, egan, eiel, eilean, ejen, elath, eld, eldor, eldra, elith emar, ellesar, eltar, eltaran, elth, eltur, elyth, emen, empra, emril, emvor, ena, endra, enthor, erad, erai, ere, eriel, erith, erl, eron, erre, eryn, esk, esmel, espar, estria, eta, ethel, eval, ezro, ezan, ezune, ezil, fael, faelar, faern, falk, falak, farak, faril, farla, fel, fen, fenris, fer, fet, fin, finar, forel, folgun, ful, fulk, fur, fyra, fallon, gael, gach, gabir, gadath, gal, galar, gana, gar, garth, garon, garok, garne, gath, geir, gelden, geren, geron, ghal, ghallar, ghast, ghel, ghom, ghon, gith, glae, glander, glar, glym, gol, goll, gollo, goloth, gorot, gost, goth, graeve, gran, grimm, grist, grom, grosh, grun, grym, gual, guil, guir, gulth, gulur, gur, gurnth, gwaer, haa, hael, haer, hadar, hadel, hakla, hala, hald, halana, halid, hallar, halon, halrua, halus, halvan, hamar, hanar, hanyl, haor, hara, haren, haresk, harmun, harrokh, harrow, haspur, haza, hazuth, heber, hela, helve, hem, hen, herath, hesper, heth, hethar, hind, hisari, hjaa, hlath, hlond, hluth, hoarth, holtar, horo, hotun, hrag, hrakh, hroth, hull, hyak, hyrza
I - M
iibra, ilth, ilus, ilira, iman, imar, imas, imb, imir, immer, immil, imne, impil, ingdal, innar, ir, iriae, iril, irith, irk, irul, isha, istis, isil, itala, ith, ithal, itka, jada, jae, jaeda, jahaka, jala, jarra, jaro, jath, jenda, jhaamm, jhothm, jinn, jinth, jyn, kado, kah, kal, kalif, kam, kana, kara, karg, kars, karth, kasp, katla, kaul, kazar, kazr, kela, kelem, kerym, keth, keva, kez, kezan, khaer, khal, khama, khaz, khara, khed, khel, khol, khur, kil, kor, korvan, koll, kos, kir, kra, kul, kulda, kund, kyne, lae, laen, lag, lan, lann, lanar, lantar, lapal, lar, laran, lareth, lark, lath, lauth, lav, lavur, lazar, leih, leshyr, leth, lhaza, lhuven, liad, liam, liard, lim, lin, lirn, lisk, listra, lith, liya, llair, llor, lok, lolth, loran, lorkh, lorn, loth, lothen, luen, luir, luk, lund, lur, luth, lyndus, lyra, lyth, maal, madrasm maera, maer, maerim, maes, mag, magra, mahand, mal, malar, mald, maldo, mar, mara, mark, marl, maru, maruk, meir, melish, memnon, mer, metar, methi, mhil, mina, mir, miram, mirk, mista, mith, moander, mok, modir, modan, mon, monn, mor, more, morel, moril, morn, moro, morrow, morth, mort, morum, morven, muar, mul, mydra, myr, myra, myst
N - S
naar, nadyra, naedyr, naga, najar, nal, naal, nalir, nar, naruk, narbond, narlith, narzul, nasaq, nashkel, natar, nath, natha, neir, neth, nether, nhall, nikh, nil, nilith, noan, nolvurm nonthal, norda, noro, novul, nul, nur, nus, nyan, nyth, ober, odra, oghr, okoth, olleth, olodel, omgar, ondath, onthril, ordul, orish, oroch, orgra, orlim, ormath, ornar, orntath, oroch, orth, orva, oryn, orzo, ostel, ostor, ostrav, othea, ovar, ozod, ozul, palan, palad, pae, peldan, pern, perris, perim, pele, pen, phail, phanda, phara, phen, phendra, pila, pinn, pora, puril, pur, pyra, qadim, quar, quel, ques, quil, raah, rael, ran, ranna, rassil, rak, rald, rassa, reddan, reith, relur, ren, rendril, resil, reska, reth, reven, revar, rhy, rhynn, ria, rian, rin, ris, rissian, rona, roch, rorn, rora, rotha, rual, ruar, ruhal, ruil, ruk, runn, rusk, ryn, saa, saar, saal, sabal, samar, samrin, sankh, sar, sarg, sarguth, sarin, sarlan, sel, seld, sember, semkh, sen, sendrin, septa, senta, seros, shaar, shad, shadra, shae, shaen, shaera, shak, shalan, sham, shamath, shan, shana, sharan, shayl, shemar, shere, shor, shul, shyll, shyr, sidur, sil, silvan, sim, sintar, sirem, skar, skell, skur, skyr, sokol, solan, sola, somra, sor, ssin, stel, strill, suldan, sulk, sunda, sur, surkh, suth, syl, sylph, sylune, syndra, syth
T - Z
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A lot of places are named after historical events, battles, and people, so keep that in mind. God/Goddess names tied to your world also work well. Places are also often named after things that the area is known for, like Georgia being known for its peaches.
My brain was fried by the end of this so feel free to add more!
I hope you find this reference helpful and good luck world-building!
-Mel
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The Man of Misthaven: Part 1 of 4
I can’t believe it’s finally here! I have been working on this story for a while, and it feels a little surreal to be posting it now. I must give thanks to @gingerchangeling for being my beta as well as my go-to source for all my bog questions. And of course many thanks to @hollyethecurious for creating this beautiful photo set. Go give her all the love! And finally, many hugs and thanks to @kmomof4 for creating and coordinating @cssns. This is such a fun event, and it’s been amazing to see all the great supernatural stories. Keep up the good work everyone!
And now, without further ado, I give you...
The Man of Misthaven
Summary: Storybrooke Maine is preparing for their annual fourth of July parade when they stumble upon a 300 year old body buried in Misthaven Bog, just beyond the town line. This is the first bog body discovered in the Northern US, and could put the town on the map… if only it hadn’t gone missing. Deputy Emma Swan should be focusing on the search, but she’s been a little distracted by the dark haired, blue-eyed man with amnesia she rescued the day before. Just who is this man she feels such a strong attraction to, and does he have any connection to the missing body?
Rating: T
Words: ~5,900
Also on AO3 and fanfiction.net.
Part 1
Storybrooke, Maine, Friday June 29, 2018
The morning sun was just rising when Emma Swan parked her car. She pulled her long blonde hair into a low ponytail and grabbed her travel mug of coffee. Stepping out of her car, she huddled against the slight morning chill and tugged her favorite red leather jacket closer to her body. Once she was settled, she headed toward the boardwalk that traversed Misthaven bog, just outside the city limits of Storybrooke, Maine, where Emma had lived for most of her life.
Storybrooke was the textbook definition of small town, with not much to recommend it. There was a quaint main street lined with cute shops, like every other small town in America, and a small harbor to the east, where the smell of fish from the cannery destroyed any romantic notions a passerby may have. The north and south of the town held forests with a single, two-lane highway bisecting them. To the west of town, a quarter-mile past the town line, lay a small wetland known as Misthaven bog.
Nestled just beyond the forest, the bog was not large and easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look. Clouds of mist rose over the area in the mornings, earning the warm wetland its name. The flat plain held a wide array of plant life, which in the summer included brilliant orange flowers and wild blueberries. The ground was made up of squishy peat moss, a requirement for the area to be considered a bog, and pools of water gathered in the more saturated areas. The landscape was punctuated with a few short, scrubby trees, but for the most part you could see for half a mile in all directions. The sky felt enormous there, like you were standing under a clear dome and looking up at a beautiful blue tapestry, decorated with soft balls of cotton made to look like puffy white clouds. It was one of Emma’s favorite places to go when life felt overwhelming. Quiet and unchanging, she especially loved it in the mornings, when she could come and sit on one of the benches on the boardwalk and think while she watched the birds flit in and out.
She had a lot to think about this morning. She would turn 30 this year, and although she considered herself a feminist and bristled at the idea, she couldn’t help but feel lonely and worried about her future prospects. Emma loved Storybrooke. She’d arrived in the town as a frightened eight-year old, being sent to live with an aunt and uncle she’d never knew existed. Now, 21 years later, she was part of a community. She had family, friends, and a really great kid. But her son, Henry, was 12 now. It wouldn’t be much longer before he’d be grown up and out of the house.
After the group homes and foster families Emma had experienced in her short life before Storybrooke, she’d had no idea what to expect from Ruth and Robert Nolan. Now she looked at them, Ruth in particular, as her saviors. They’d made her feel part of the family from the very beginning, incorporating her into their life with their twin boys, James and David, and their dog, Wilby. The boys were two years older than Emma, and at first James liked to torment his family's newest member. However, as they grew older he became protective of Emma and looked after her like a true little sister. David, in contrast, took to Emma right away, always looking out for her and protecting her from James in the early years.
And now David was engaged to Mary Margaret Blanchard, Emma’s best friend. She was happy for her brother and her friend. She really was. But she couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy she felt. At least James was still single, though his bachelor status was more a product of his owns deliberate actions than of circumstance. James detested small town life. He moved away from the town as soon as he could, and currently worked as a lawyer in New York. In his typical fashion, he’d ridiculed David for getting engaged. But despite his teasing, Emma knew James loved his brother and was happy for him.
As she sat and inhaled the mossy, earthy odor of the bog, Emma continued her reflections. Her friends had thrown David and Mary Margaret an impromptu engagement party the prior evening at Granny’s, the local diner and de facto gathering place. Her ex, and current boss, Graham, was there and he’d none-too-subtly hinted that he wanted to get back together with her.
“I’m happy for David and Mary Margaret. They deserve a little happiness. They’re good people.” Graham had approached her as he said these words, a seemingly innocuous opening.
“I agree,” Emma replied, trying to avoid engaging with him too much.
“You’re a good person too, Emma. When are you going to find your happiness?”
She’d forced a smile at his words. “I am happy. I’ve got a nice house, a good job, and a great kid. What more could I need?” Oh she could hit herself for leaving him that opening!
“What about love, Emma?”
“I don’t think that’s in the cards for me, Graham.”
“That I can’t agree with. You’re a beautiful, passionate woman, and you deserve to be loved.”
He’d leaned in closer during the last sentence, and if she’d wanted to, she could have closed the gap and kissed him. Most likely that was what he wanted, but it wasn’t something she desired. She’d turned away from him and stood up from her barstool. “Well, good talk, Graham. I’ll see you in the morning.” She’d escaped and stayed close to Ruth for the remainder of the night.
Despite Ruth’s knowing looks, she’d sheltered Emma from any further unwanted advances. It wasn’t that Graham was a bad guy. Quite the opposite, actually. He was a wonderful man, sweet and sensitive, and very handsome, with, a tall, strong build, soulful blue eyes and soft, light brown hair that curled adorably. Graham was a great guy, he just wasn’t the one for her. She couldn’t help herself; she liked a man with a little bit of a bad boy streak.
That was probably what had first attracted her to Henry’s father, Neal. The opposite of Graham was Neal, tanned, with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes that defined mischievous. The wayward son of one of the wealthier families in town, he’d run away as a young teenager and came back when he was 21. He was five years older than Emma, and he’d flattered her in a way none of her high school peers had. She was so charmed that she agreed to let him take her virginity in the back of the used yellow Volkswagen Beetle she’d been saving up to buy from his father. He skipped town again before she found out she was pregnant.
When his dad had realized she was knocked up, his “gift” had been to give her the car and tell her to keep the money she’d saved up to support the baby, “since she would need it.” It had been a struggle to get him to even contact Neal and let him know she was pregnant. Now, Henry only saw his father twice a year, and never spent any time with his grandfather. But Emma was lucky that Henry had two amazing uncles to help raise him, and she never felt her son had gone without.
After Neal, Emma had only dated one other time, with Graham, and that was after caving to pressure from her friends to “give the nice guy a chance.” It hadn’t worked out, and for many years she was fine with that. But last night had brought fresh feelings of loneliness, and as she sat on the bench now while the sun climbed higher, she made a wish. A simple wish.
“I wish I could find the person meant for me.”
It was silly. She felt silly. But she held it in her heart as she enjoyed the peaceful surroundings for a little longer before standing up to head into work.
Weymouth, Dorset, England, May 23, 1743
The hoofbeats sounded surprisingly quiet as they approached her cabin. She knew he’d found her, and she’d expected him to bring a contingent of guards. He always was quite the coward. To know that he’d come relatively unguarded meant one of two things. Either he’d gained more confidence in his ability to best her, or, more likely, he knew already that she was no longer a threat.
She hadn’t locked up the cabin, expecting his arrival. The door swung open and he walked in, but not alone. He’d brought one guard with him, a hulking specimen of a man. So, perhaps he did not know her secret yet. He was just too cheap to hire extra men.
His deceptively warm brown eyes took in the small space, and his upper lip rose in a sneer as he examined the sparse furnishings and dirt covered floors. “Secluding yourself in such drudgery… were you trying to throw me off the scent by burying yourself in filth?”
She chuckled and tossed her long ginger hair over her shoulder, fixing him with her own cold, blue-eyed stare. “Perhaps I just enjoy the charm. This place could be quite cozy with some work.”
He raised his chin and looked down on her as much as was possible given his shorter stature. “And yet I doubt you are willing to put in that effort. Let’s not be coy, Eloise. Why are you here? Did you really think you could hide from me?”
“On the contrary, I’ve been expecting you.”
His expression changed ever so slightly. “Ah,” he said, tilting his head, “are you ready to acquiesce to my proposal then?”
She raise her eyebrows and gave him a dismissive gesture. “Not likely. I have no intention of becoming your slave.”
“Is that so? Well then how do you expect to escape me? I will have your power. Your bloodline is a scourge that I will wipe out.”
“You are more than welcome to try and wipe out my family, but you won’t be able to do that with me.”
“What are you saying?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“I’m no longer the youngest in my bloodline.”
“That’s not possible. There can only be one descendent in every generation, which we both know is you. Now, it would be easier if you gave me your power willingly, but I do have other ways to take it.”
He shot his hand out in her direction, directing a bright stream of magic to her heart. The charge stunned her and surged through her body, but she only laughed. The energy lifted her from the ground, suspending her in midair for a moment as she continued to laugh at him. He cried out in frustration and pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned, abruptly halting the charge and dropping her to the floor.
She rose slowly to her hands and knees, her laughs becoming a cackle. “You’re too late, you monster!”
“No! How did you rid yourself of your power? Where is it?!” He raised his hand again, invisibly grasping her by the throat and choking her windpipe. Her face began to turn blue before he yanked his hand away and she collapsed to the ground once more.
“I told you,” she said between coughs and desperate breaths of air. “I am not the youngest in the bloodline.”
“How could you have had a child? There hasn’t be enough time since our last encounter.”
“Time isn’t as much of a requirement for the process when you have the magic of the golden flower to speed it along,” she huffed as she stood on shaky legs.
He froze and stared at her. “Where is the child?” he asked, his voice menacing.
“Somewhere nearby, I suppose. I didn’t bother myself too much once the process was over.”
“You fool! You would give up your immense power so flippantly?”
“A power which you say is a scourge! Yes, I would do so again a hundred times to free myself of the specter of you everywhere I go.”
“Foolish child. Tell me where your offspring is, and I’ll let you live.”
“I may not care much for my child, but I do care about thwarting you at every turn.” She reached into the pouch at her waist and extracted the last bit of magic at her disposal: a potion that would transport her hundreds of miles away in a flash. Laughing at him once more, she thrust the bottle to the ground. It smashed brilliantly, surrounding her in plumes of white smoke that quickly filled the room. When it dissipated, she was gone.
Storybrooke, present day
Emma dropped her phone as she hastily exited her car, heading toward town hall. She’d lost track of time during her morning excursion and as a result was now late for a meeting with the mayor.
“Shit shit shit,” she whispered to herself as she picked up the phone and thanked her stars that the screen wasn’t cracked. She shoved it into the pocket of her jeans and raced toward the second floor conference room where the meeting was taking place.
She stepped into the room as the mayor was mid-sentence. “Oh, Miss Swan. How nice of you to join us.”
Her face flushed and she took the only available seat, which happened to be next to Graham. “Sorry,” she said as she sat and tried to nonchalantly move the chair further away from her ex. “I had car trouble.”
“I’m sure,” the mayor said in reply, before continuing the discussion.
The meeting was a planning session for the upcoming 4th of July parade, now only a few days away. The parade was always a big event for the town, drawing visitors from other nearby municipalities. Crowd control was a big issue, which is why the mayor was currently holding a meeting with the entire Storybrooke Sheriff's Department, a team consisting of Sheriff Graham Humbert and his two deputies, David Nolan and Emma Swan. The current discussion was whether they needed to bring in additional help for the day of the parade.
After some contentious discussion where Graham insisted the team would need more support and the mayor insisted they just didn’t have it in the budget, a compromise was agreed on, where part-time support would be brought in for just before the parade started until just after it ended. The mayor would not support anything else.
Emma had a hard time paying attention during the meeting. Graham kept idly resting his hand on her arm. Halfway through the meeting, he got bolder and let his palm settle on her knee. By that point she was so on edge that she jumped at the contact. At that same moment, the lights in the room flickered, bringing the meeting to a pause and all eyes to focus on her. She blushed a deep red, though she couldn’t really understand why. Somehow she felt like the thing with the lights had been her doing, but that didn’t make any sense.
Graham continued pleading his case the entire time, not showing any discomfort. The mayor, however, took a long pause before responding, continuing to stare at Emma, as if seeing her for the first time. It was extremely disconcerting, and Emma sunk in the chair as far down as she could before finally, blessedly, the meeting continued.
By the time she got out of there, it was lunch time. David and Graham piled into one of the cruisers to visit the next town over, a half hour drive, to solicit help for the parade. Emma headed to Granny’s to grab a quick lunch before heading to the station to work on the never ending struggle that were police reports.
Thirty minutes later found Emma sighing loudly as she smelled the heady mixture of bread, butter, and melted cheese that made up her favorite meal. Her stomach grumbled in response, and she was grateful that no one was around to hear that. “I really need to get into the habit of eating more regularly,” she said aloud to no one in particular.
She picked up one of the sandwich halves and raised it to her mouth. Just as she was about to take the first heavenly bite, the phone rang.
“Damnit!” she cried in frustration, before dropping her sandwich and picking up the receiver. “Sheriff’s office,” she answered in a clipped tone.
“Emma, it’s Robin.”
She wanted to be mad at his call, but it was hard to be angry when she heard his eloquent tone. She’d always had a weakness for men with British accents. She sighed, “You’d better have a good reason for calling me now. I was just about to eat the first meal I’ve had in over twelve hours.”
“I am sorry to interrupt, but I need you to come down here. I’ll buy you another grilled cheese to make up for it.”
“How do you know I’m eating a grilled cheese?”
“What else would it be with you?”
“Fair point,” she said with a laugh. “Make it two sandwiches, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
He chuckled in reply. “Deal. See you soon.”
As soon as she hung up, she grabbed the sandwich half she’d started on and shoved it in her mouth, sad that she didn’t have a chance to appreciate the crispiness of the bread or the gooeyness of the cheese. She held the sandwich between her teeth as she stood and shrugged on her jacket.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, she slid into the squad car, driving back toward the bog. Robin worked for the Maine Department of Forestry, and oversaw the bog and the surrounding nature preserve. Parking the cruiser in the gravel lot in front of Robin’s cabin, she exited the car and followed the boardwalk until she came upon the sandy-haired, broad-shouldered figure of Robin, looming over the stockier, frightened figure of Anton, the high school science teacher, who was shaking so hard his long, brown curls were bouncing off his shoulders.
“What’s going on here?” Emma asked as she moved closer to where they stood.
“I found this one digging in the bog. Illegally digging, may I add,” Robin said through clenched teeth.
“Anton, come on,” Emma chided. “You know this area is protected. I really don’t want to arrest you.”
Anton shrugged and held up his hands. “I just wanted to get a few samples so I could talk to my students about the ecology of the bog.”
Emma reached for the handcuffs holstered on her belt. “Well, it’s still against the law to dig up a protected area. I have to take you in, at least for a while.”
“Wait,” Robin said as he reached out and stopped her. “I didn’t call you here to arrest him, Emma.”
“No? Then why am I here?”
“Anton… he found something. We think it’s a body.” Robin turned and stepped over the low rail and motioned for her to follow. “Stay with me and only step where I step. I don’t want you sinking in.”
Emma followed him warily. She’d been to the bog multiple times, but had never set foot anywhere other than the designated walkway. As she stepped on the surface, she was surprised to find how springy it was. It was a little like stepping on a trampoline. She had to bite back a giggle as she got her footing.
Robin waited for her to get her bearings before he turned and walked along a narrow path that seemed firmer than the rest. When they’d walked about 5 yards, he stopped and turned to her. “Come stand right here. I’m going to step down to the water.”
Emma did as he instructed and watched as he traversed an especially spongy patch that led down to a small pool. He removed a pen from his shirt pocket and bent over. As he did, he pointed the pen to what she at first thought was a small pile of mud. However, when she looked closer, she saw that it was a human hand, balled into a fist.
“Shit…” she muttered under her breath. She met Robin’s eyes as he stood up. “Any idea who it could be?”
“I would think I should be the one asking that question, seeing as how you are the deputy. But this is also a small town and I think we all would have heard if someone was missing.”
“Could it be from another town?”
“Maybe, although that seems a long drive to dump a body. And considering how far into the bog we are, I would have noticed had someone tried to drag a body out here.”
“Might be the perfect cover up, though,” she said, reaching for the radio at her shoulder. “I need to call this in. We’re gonna have to remove it and take it to be examined.”
Robin heaved a long sigh. “I was afraid you would say that.”
Two hours later Emma stood in the hospital morgue with her brother and Graham. Two volunteer firefighters had extracted the body from the bog, under Robin’s careful supervision. She looked over the body laid out before them, still wearing shoes and leather trousers. She’d learned about bog bodies in high school, and was fascinated now, seeing one up close. Other than the dark tanning of his skin, he looked like he might open his eyes at any minute. He still had facial hair peppering his cheeks and chin.
“What are we looking at?” Graham asked Dr. Jefferson Milliner, or ‘Jeff’ as he preferred to be called, head of the morgue. “Is this a recent victim?”
“I don’t believe so,” the doctor replied. “Look at his clothing. These pants are hand stitched. He’s been in the bog for a long time.”
“But he’s not all… deflated like those pictures they showed us in school,” Emma said.
“Those bodies were in the bogs for much longer than him, and in different conditions,” Jeff said with a chuckle. “I think this one’s bone structure is still intact, although it’s likely weakened.”
“What happened to his hand?” Graham asked.
Emma looked down and noticed for the first time that the corpse’s left hand was missing.
“The flesh looks pretty mangled, but it was probably separated after his death,” Jeff replied. “The weight of a bog has been known to cause posthumous injuries to bodies buried in them. I’ll need to do some further analysis to be sure, however.”
“How old do you think it is?” David inquired.
“Hmm… maybe 200 or 300 years old? I’m not an expert, but he looks like a colonist. We really need to get an expert in here to look at him. I have a contact in Boston I can call.”
“Yes, doctor, that would be helpful. Thank you.” Graham said.
The others filed out of the room, but Emma stood a bit longer, staring at the body stretched out on the table. There was something about him, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. She couldn’t shake the thought that she had just been to the bog that morning, and there had been no sign of him. The pool where he was found was not far from where she’d been sitting. How had she not seen him? Where did he come from? She couldn’t figure it out, and she stayed there staring at him until David came back down the stairs to retrieve his sister.
Misthaven Bog, June 30th, 1755
The smell of decay filled her nostrils and made her sick to her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to run far away from this place. The landscape was eerie, with sparse vegetation punctuated by steaming pools of water. The ground felt unstable, as if she were walking on a blanket spread over a pond. The water here was stagnant and dead, nothing like the sea her Papa had taught her to love.
“Do you know what the ancients thought about bogs?” The cruel voice disrupted her thoughts and brought her attention back to her captor. He stood before her, while two large men held her Papa behind him. He sounded like the mean school mistress she’d had for a short time when she and Papa first settled in America. When they thought they had escaped this evil man’s clutches. When they thought they could have a normal life.
She stared owl-eyed at the man she’d been in fear of for the last three years of her life. He was shorter than she’d remembered him being. She’d always thought of him as a looming figure, but she now saw he was barely taller than Papa’s shoulder. However, every other aspect of him fit her nightmarish memories. He had the same leathery skin and wavy hair hanging down to his shoulders that she remembered. His eyes were cold and seemed to bore into her very soul. And his voice was like a snake, slithering through her ears and invading her thoughts.
He looked down at her now and sneered. “I asked you a question, little girl,” he hissed with his snake tongue.
“No?” she replied, her fear stopping her from saying anything more.
“The ancients,” he responded condescendingly, “thought bogs were the gateway to the underworld. They used to leave offerings to the gods: jewels, books, food, and even,” he paused and turned his head to look at Papa, “human sacrifices.”
She felt her tears begin to flow freely at his words. “Please, sir,” she begged, “don’t kill my Papa. He’s all I have!” Her voice was hoarse, but she continued her pleading.
“Your Papa brought this upon himself, child, when he ran from me! He knew what I was after, and he knew I would stop at nothing to get it. Had he listened to me years ago, we could have avoided this whole mess.”
Despite being beaten and restrained, Papa growled at his words. “I would never have let you take her, you bloody demon!”
The man turned to Papa again. “And yet here we are! All this fuss and I am still victorious.”
“You may take my life, but this isn’t over! You will be stopped. I have faith in my daughter.”
“She’s just a child!” the man scoffed. “You stubborn imbecile. This is over. You will die, and I will take your daughter’s power and rid the world of the scourge that is the Gothel bloodline once and for all.”
“You bastard! You have no care for the world! You only wish to take her power. You can try to use her, but you will never be successful. She’s too strong for you!”
“I’m tired of this.” The evil man lifted his gaze to the larger of the two men holding Papa. “Kill him.”
“No!” she cried out, but it was too late. She screamed as a dagger was plunged into Papa’s abdomen over and over, until his torso was covered in blood and his head hung limply on his chest. “No no no no no!” she cried as her tears poured down her face. “Papa…” she sniffled and wiped her eyes, though it did nothing to stem the tide. She refused to accept that he was gone; that this was the last she would see of him. “Papa, I promise you,” she said, biting her lip to stop its quivering, “I will find a way. We will be together again.”
“I think not, dearie,” the evil man said. He pulled a length of rope from his belt and threw it to his henchmen. “Bury him in the bog, tie him down. Drive stakes through his body if you have to. Just make sure he isn’t found.” He turned to his captive and roughly grabbed her arm. “You’re coming with me.” He began walking and pulled to make her follow, but she dug in her heels.
She could feel it coursing through her. This place was alive. There was something otherworldly around them, and it didn’t like what had just happened. It mixed and mingled with the magic that flowed through her veins. It was speaking to her. Calling out. Promising something. Not vengeance. Retribution. Justice. Reconciliation. She nodded her head in response. Whatever was there, it would make sure she could keep her promise to her Papa. She just had to be patient. And, fortunately, Alice Jones was a very patient girl.
Storybrooke, Saturday, June 30, 2018
The next day was Emma’s day off. She was looking forward to spending some time with her son. Henry was 12 now, and seemed less and less interested in hanging out with his mom. But she had mentioned the bog body the previous night, and he was very eager to see it. Emma decided to bring him by to hospital, just for a peek. If she couldn’t use her cop status to impress her pre-teen son, what good was it for?
She and Henry parked outside the small hospital and walked in. They took the stairs down to the entrance to the morgue, where they met with David. His sandy blonde hair was mussed, like he’d been nervously rubbing it.
“Emma,” he asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Mom’s gonna show me the body!” Henry said excitedly.
“Is she now?” David asked, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his blue-eyed gaze to glare at his sister.
“Come on Dave,” Emma pleaded, trying her best to meet his steely gaze with her own green-eyed, puppy dog look.. “We probably won’t have much access to this guy once the experts sweep in and take him back to their lab for research.”
“As it is, we don’t have an access to him now.”
“What?” Emma furrowed her brow. “Why not?”
“He’s gone.”
“Gone? What do you mean he’s gone? Did they already come and get him?”
“No. Jeff took some scans and pictures of him yesterday, then locked the place up. When he came back this morning, the body was gone.”
“That sounds fishy. It’s not like a 300 year old body can just wake up and walk away.”
“You’re telling me. It’s the weirdest thing.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“Graham and I are going to keep interviewing the staff and looking for evidence. You get to go home, since it’s your day off. I’m sure there will still be plenty to do tomorrow.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Okay dad.” David was forever driving her crazy with his paternal instincts. She turned to Henry. “What do you say to a stop at Granny’s, kid?”
Henry looked at his mom, his brown eyes wary. “Actually, mom, Avery’s dad has been letting me help on the parade float he’s building. If we can’t see the body, can you take me to his house so I can help finish it up?”
“Really? I was hoping we could have some bonding time.”
Henry gave her a sheepish smile and pushed his brown hair back from his face. “Later this week, after the parade? This is our last chance to finish up the float.”
“Fine.” She swatted her son lightly on the back. “Let’s go.”
“Bye Uncle David,” Henry said as he turned to walk away.
“See you later kid,” David replied. “And don’t tell anyone about this. Last thing I need is the mayor breathing down my neck about it.”
“You got it,” Henry said.
“I’m serious!” David yelled after them, but Emma and Henry just smirked as they left the hospital.
After dropping Henry off at Avery’s, Emma decided to take the scenic route home, enjoying the beautiful Saturday she suddenly had all to herself. She was so lost in thought about what to do that she almost didn’t see the man walking along the side of the forest road. A naked man walking along the side of the forest road. She slowed down and pulled over just ahead of him. He stopped walking and stared quizzically at her car.
She watched him in the rearview mirror for a moment before exiting her Bug. He was not anyone she recognized. Maybe he was one of the new cannery employees, and had a bit too much to drink the night before? She took a deep breath and stepped out, turning to face him.
Her first thought, after facing him head on, was how attractive he was. He was a beautiful man, with hard, lean muscle under a layer of dark body hair. The hair on his head was a little shaggy, but fell in his face, making him look younger than he probably was. As she got closer, she saw his jaw was covered in scruff that was too short to be called a beard. And to top everything off, he looked at her with the most beautiful, piercing, cobalt-blue eyes she’d ever seen.
She stopped about ten feet away from him. Her left hand slid around her back and touched the handcuffs still holstered to her belt. “Are you okay?” she called out, watching him carefully for any erratic movements.
Surprisingly, he flashed an adorably dimpled smile at her, the crows’ feet at his eyes crinkling merrily. Yes, she thought to herself, he is definitely drunk. She tried again, “Where are your clothes, buddy?”
He looked down at himself and then back at her, a blush creeping up his cheeks and reddening the tips of his ears. “Apologies, miss. I could not find my garments when I awoke.”
She suppressed a groan. Of course he had to be British, because he wasn’t already attractive enough. “And where did you wake up? Did your friends play a trick on you? A little hazing for the new guy?”
He furrowed his brow. “Sorry. I don’t really know where I woke up. I didn’t recognize it. Truthfully, I don’t recognize much of anything.”
Emma relaxed her stance. He either drank so hard he blacked out, or he hit his head and was suffering from amnesia. Either way, she pitied him. “What’s your name?”
“I can’t recall.”
“Okay… so what do you remember?”
He gave her an apologetic smile. “Not much, I’m afraid.”
Emma looked at him for a moment as she tried to figure out her next move. She pointed to him. “Wait right there.” She walked around the front of her Bug and opened the trunk, fishing out a blanket she kept there. Moving back toward the stranger, she handed him the blanket, which he took gratefully and draped over his shoulders. She noticed, for the first time during this exchange, that he was missing his left hand. The mangled flesh at the end of his arm was heavily scarred, but the wound looked old.
“Thank you, milady.”
“Come on,” she said, gesturing toward her car with her head. “I’ll take you to the hospital. You need to be checked out.”
He followed her without protest. When they reached the car, he looked up wide-eyed. “This is a marvelous carriage. How does it operate without horses?”
“Huh?” Emma asked. She leaned around him and opened the door. “Can you sit down?”
He stared blankly for a moment, but acquiesced and settled into the seat without trouble. Emma walked around the car and got back in the driver’s seat. She saw he wasn’t buckled in, but decided to spare herself the headache of trying to explain seat belts to him. Instead she started the engine and made a u-turn, heading back to the hospital.
To be continued in part 2! Updates weekly.
If you want to learn more about bog bodies, I’d recommend the stories by National Geographic and the Dublin Museum. It’s a truly fascinating process! Search for “Tollund Man” and look at the some the pictures. The way these bodies are preserved is incredible!
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