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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “What…happened…to…me? What…ab…ab…” Despite my new found breath, my speech was weak and lacking. “Hush little one.” A soft spoken voice was heard though she did not move her mouth to say the words. “You are safe now. Ashtira is calm. You have done what you were set to do in your quest. Hush.” I closed my eyes and let myself slip slowly to sleep. It felt wonderful to finally relax. When I woke up I felt better than I had in a lifetime. I slowly sat up and looked around. Quiet. When I saw the Ashtira River I smiled. The once violent vengeful river was now the soothing, gentle brook that it was once known as. When I looked down I gasped. My once evergreen hunting dress was now a light sea-blue. I knew. I got up as a person on a mission. I ran and dove into the water, unafraid of what might happen. I could breath. I swam all the way to Lishon. When I came out of the river I noticed that the Noli were readying for battle. I smiled slightly and went back into the river. I sat serenely at the bottom and closed my eyes. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The screams came after an hour of waiting. The Kwana jumped to their feet on my command. I squinted trying to see. Like lightning a wall of water crashed into the gates of Lishon and stopped. It was as if an invisible shield stopped the water. Out of the wall stepped a single figure. She was garbed in sea-blue and her copper hair dry as day. I knew. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It was starting to get dark so I went to get Jorden and Clarisa. They looked up as I beckoned them to come and they ran over as only children could. “It’s starting to get late, let’s head home.” There was none of the usual arguments from the children. We donned our coats and left. What the parent did not know was that beneath the fun of child play, there lay a Shana and Shano who made the world a better place for all who cared to live. Once more the frilena would bloom in Lishon’s court yard as they once had. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The story could be told in many ways, with different plot lines and different endings. what matters is not the setting or the plot but the characters themselves. In some way every child has their own fairy-tale land that they are the hero’s of. This story is particularly dear to me. For you see, I was Shana and my brother was Shano.
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