Date: 8/3/2011

a story for Rikki

As the tale goes, there was a young man who became separated from his love for he was a fugitive and had to flee the city to seek refuge in the wilderness or be executed. Before they parted ways she gave him her necklace as a reminder of her love for him which would last forever just like the gold it was made of. He cherished it as dearly as his own life. Time passed and winter came. The young man found much trouble surviving off of the harsh land he had once taken refuge in and he slowly wasted away until the day he perished. Many years later his love came in search of him but far and wide as she may search she never found him, until one night...She had spent all day searching and lost track of the time. The sun was setting quickly and she was unprepared for a night outdoors. She ran as quickly as she could to try and reach the city before sundown but it was of no use. A root of a massive sprawling tree tripped her and she fell to the ground. Pain shot through her left leg as if it had been torn from her body. She tried to stand but the pain was intense, radiating from her ankle like fire burning all in its path, consuming with no regard for what it destroys. The fire in her leg consumed the last of her strength and willpower. She decided that if she survived the night, she would search for her love no longer for it was a fruitless endeavor. At that moment a glimmer of moonlight winked at her from within the twisted, tentacle like roots of the tree. She looked closer and saw her necklace, clutched tightly by bones frozen in place, moss and small vines thriving like new flesh and veins growing on those lifeless bones, preparing a new body for an unknown host. A tear fell from her cheek and soaked into the soil beneath her. The massive tree creaked and the wind blew through its branches forming a voice and words she felt she knew in her soul but could not understand. She sat beneath the tree as the night grew cold, trying to understand the presence she felt. As the night went on her patience grew short. She no longer had any reason to live, her injuries were too great to carry herself back to the city and nobody would know where to look for her. She thought "better I die as I wish, beneath this tree where I feel atleast somewhat at home... Where I feel love even if I may not understand it." She had not felt loved since the disappearance of her mate. She searched the ground until she found a stone sharp enough to cut through the pain she felt and take her to her love wherever he may be. As the crimson ribbons flowed down her fingertips and fell upon the roots of the tree flowers began to appear among the leaves, bringing with them the most beautiful scent she had ever encountered in her life. She reached between the roots and held the hand of her lost love and drifted off to sleep for she knew when she awoke she would be in his arms once again. The end.

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