A Small Child
The forest is filled with a thick, grey fog.
We hear the light rain, far above us, falling on the forest’s dense canopy of trees.
Kunay and I sit quietly together on the soft ground, holding hands.
And reach out with our healing bodies to touch the balance of the web.
But I can’t feel the balance.
My racing thoughts get in the way.
Sindar came among us like a falling star.
Shining for a moment.
Will we ever see him again?
[Continue reading: Miracles of Childhood]
Balance and Love
The forest floor near us is covered with a colorful, living layer that is soft like moss.
We sit together on this ocean of color, full of red and green, orange and blue.
And listen.
The forest around us is quiet.
Except for the wind.
As it moves the thick canopy of leaves above us.
I spread my healing body far along the web.
And let the calm spread through me and Kunay and Sindar.
[Continue reading: Visions of the Future]
DreamHunter
Kunay sleeps in a green guestroom in Wisten’s house.
The bed and the room are round, and full of windows.
A gentle breeze blows through her long, black hair.
And across the dark red sheets.
Kunay sleeps for hours after the fire that took her aunt.
I can do nothing for her while she sleeps.
But still, I watch over her, through the open doorway to the next room.
Her body is healed, but her dreams are troubled.
And her energy is strange.
[Continue reading: Gifts of War]
A New Vision
I have no flesh, but still taste the sweet light of the sun.
The sun’s energy fills me with great waves of color.
And the rhythms of the energy’s ebb and flow come to me as music.
The sparks of my strength rise into a great fire.
And the Feldin glow grows brighter and brighter.
Until the last of the energy venom burns away.
The Heelu bathe in my glow, their bodies dancing in the air.
Bursts of color stream between us.
And the Heelu shine.
An image calls to me.
An endless space filled with living things and light, with the Heelu at its center.
I watch, as energy dances around life, and feeds it.
[Continue reading: Spiral]
Orphans
Sindar’s day begins on Sinesu.
Full of food, dance, and song.
And storytelling.
Everywhere I walk, I’m surrounded by color.
There are no white or black buildings on Sinesu.
And every one has been cleaned and brightened for the celebration.
The people wear new clothing.
And they paint symbols of prosperity and peace on every building, inside and outside.
Wisten gave me the honor of touching Sindar’s monument, to begin the celebration.
With that touch, I am blessed for the day.
And revealed as Sindar’s brother.
The people want to greet me, and share the blessing.
But they are still afraid and shy around me.
What does it mean, they wonder, to be the brother of Sindar?
[Continue reading: Beast]
The Curse of Visions
Botzar sits, emotionally exhausted by reliving the memory.
“I faithfully followed my vision,” says Botzar to the others.
“And it destroyed my life.”
“Why was I given that vision?”
“Why did my life move that way?”
“Fate has cursed me.”
“It led me to abandon Makish, and destroy the world.”
“Fate?” asks B’tzel.
“No one, and nothing forced you to do it.”
[Continue reading: The Lost Jiku]
Illusions
“I became the king that Benzu always wanted to be,” says Botzar, as the memories end.
“Why did you leave Makish behind when you became king?” I ask him.
Botzar glares at me.
“The memory is finished, but the story isn’t incomplete,” says Botzar.
“When I left the silver falls, I didn’t know what to tell my father.”
“If Sindar’s memory and story was true, I was not my father’s son, and no heir to the throne.”
“I decided to tell my father part of the truth.”
[Continue reading: Choices]
