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“ Good morning.. ” The beautiful maiden of light says to her world , her life , her light . Even though no one responds she smiles at the vivid grass below her bare feet. The naive maiden looks toward the sun rising just above the horizon. For most beings staring into the sun is painful and blinding but to her, it is a lovely reminder that she is strong just light the rays of gold filtering just through the thickest trees. As she watches the sun slowly rise, so do the youngest creatures crying out to their caretakers for food and attention.
“ Good morning.. ” The weak mortal of the land says to his lungs , his blood , his cage . Even though he was told to ‘shut up’ he smiles at the trampled dirt below his dirty feet. The foolish mortal looks toward the sun peeking through the thickest trees. For most beings seeing the sun is the happiest thing to do but to him, it is a painful reminder that he can never feel the ambedo of the morning. As he picks up his axe and meanders towards the woods hating the screams of birds along the way he frowns .
She stands and he walks. She stretches and he bends. She hums and he groans. She stills and he swings.
‘ CHOP’
‘CHOP’
‘CHOP’
The pure maiden stops her careful gaze upon her land to see where the noise is coming from. With each chop, she walks closer like a wary pup leaving her den. When the tree falls she is there at a safe distance, searching. Her eyes snap onto her target. " A man? " She says just above a whisper. Confused, she walks closer. She then steps on a branch, Foolish maiden . The mortal looks up and finds her stilled in shock. After noticing her regal stance and clothing he straightens thinking she was a captor of sorts. He gritted his teeth and said “ Good morning.. ” in a cautious tone.
“ Good morning? ” The maiden hesitantly but then says “ Who are you? ” There was a moment of silence, almost silence if they could hear the rustle and crunch of leaves on the ground. She looks at him with curious eyes and tries to touch his face. Something draws him to her and he allows her to touch him in such an intimate way. If only they could see the men approaching. “ Who are you? ” the mortal utters softly to her blessed skin, her wild brown hair, her.
She looked into his tired eyes and muttered “ Life.. ” He went rigid, confused about what he just heard. “ I am sorry.. ” she says to him.
‘BANG’
He flinches and snaps his head towards the sound, scared for her. He feels a sting from his chest and touches his chest in surprise. “ We got him, boys! ” exclaims a growing distant voice. He feels a liquid cling to his shirt and stick to his hand. The mortal raises his hand and releases an ear-piercing screech. He starts breathing heavily and he stumbles. “ Hush my dear, relax..” The rueful maiden whispers into his ear. He loses feeling in his legs as he tumbles to the ground. He feels her gentle touch on his gradually chilling skin. With her touch he doesn’t feel him bleeding out . With her touch he doesn’t feel his lungs collapsing . With her touch he doesn’t feel his eyes slowly shut. With her touch he doesn’t feel his cage . With her touch he doesn’t feel death carry him away .
The wind begins to howl as the sun is overhead. “ Good job boys, he is dead! ” A man with a yellow blazer shouts over the mortal man’s dead body. “ He really was a witch, he was talking to himself.. ” The man’s worker says while shaking his head. “ Let’s bring our kill back. ” Orders the man with the yellow blazer. As the mortal man’s body is dragged off the maiden stares at the sun once more. She sighs and says to the screaming wind “ You will be back in due time dear..but for now goodbye.. ” The vision of her slowly fades with the leaves in the wind.
The end