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“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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