When the sun was the highest in the sky, a boy in silk clothes stuck his head out of the dark tunnel. His eyes were blinded by the warm rays of the heaven’s eye. He blinked. His eyes then wandered around the surroundings. Nothing was familiar to him. The warm rays shone on his face and the sound of rushing water deafened him. His curious eyes observed everything carefully. A couple of birds flew away just as his eyes laid upon their nesting tree, as if his scrutinizing stare had frightened them away.
As he took his step towards the waterfall, a little girl in blue appeared before his eyes. She stepped on the slippery stones and took off her pointed leather shoes. She kicked the water aggressively, raged. Her rose lips were moving so fast as if they were trembling. He could not hear her voice over the rushing water and he moved closer. As he approached the back of the girl, she turned and faced him. She screamed at the top of her lungs like she had seen a ghost. The boy put his palm over her mouth, afraid that her screams will bring him troubles. She shoved away his hand angrily.
“God’s eye, is that hobby of yours? Scare people?”
“Most definitely not. It’s a gift from the Lord.”
The girl appeared to be even more unpleased with the boy with that answer. “Think you’re being funny?”
“No, milady. No means to be rude. Not at all.” He stared at her apologetically.
She let down her arms on her hips to the sides. She stared at the older boy and smiled.
“First time here?” The boy nodded. “’ve been here several times. Mostly when I’m outraged.” The boy kept quiet. “I reckon’d you should come more often. Helps free you from worries.” He kept quiet still, only nodded occasionally.
“Don’t you think the sound and smell of the mother nature are the best cure in the world?” The girl closed her eyes and emerged herself into the worry-free air.
She opened her eyes and looked at the boy. “You don’t talk much, d’you?”
“Pardon me.”
“Mind if I ask why you came?”
“I…got lost.” He looked away from her as he answered.
“Sheer dumb luck. I’d been looking for millenniums before I found here. Big brother told me of it. He found it when he sneaked out from practice.”
The girl went on with her stories and the boy sat close to her and listened to every one of them with curiosity. Never in his fourteen years of life had he heard about anything like these. She was like a book that tells the adventures of life and lured him to go into the exciting new world. Just as the story was at the peak, the book was closed. The girl ran out of the forest, leaving him lusting for more of her tales, but not before they promised to see one another a day later when the sun shines on the west. They gave each other a name that only they shall know. One of Llonydd; another of Eirian.
As agreed, the boy came to the noisy water the day after when the shadows pointed to the west. He sat on the rocks, waiting patiently for his Eirian. She came through the thickest trees in the forest and showed the brightest smile when she saw him sitting there. She was happy to have met this quiet friend but perhaps her feeling was nothing compared to his. He urged her to continue with her tales, even though her tales were merely tales of quarrelling with her family, playing with friends and doing unlady-like things, or bravery, as what she called them. Day after day they would meet at the same place, at the same time, sharing tales of each other and playing by the water which led to the discovery of a strange mark on the boy’s chest by the girl. The mark was wing-shaped. It was a mark from birth, as told by him.
On that very same day, the boy gave his most treasured friend his most precious belonging, a gift from his mother -- Engel. He took a silvery, angel-shaped jewel off of his neck. He put it onto her. Delighted, she promised to be his best friend forever. She kissed him on the cheek before running into the forest like she usually did.
The next day, the boy waited at the same spot. He was as excited and anxious as usual to see his friend, a friend that had come to make him laugh and talk in a way he never did before. He waited and waited until the sun had retired and the moon awoke along with the diamonds of the night. The girl did not come. And so was the next day, and the day after, and months later. She never came again. The boy was devastated and heartbroken as he thought his friend had abandoned him.
“No matter the rivers of time and mountains of distant, the path to you shall never be destroyed. I shall find you or, at least, wait for you till the sun never chases after the moon again and till the sky and earth are no longer apart.”
As he took his step towards the waterfall, a little girl in blue appeared before his eyes. She stepped on the slippery stones and took off her pointed leather shoes. She kicked the water aggressively, raged. Her rose lips were moving so fast as if they were trembling. He could not hear her voice over the rushing water and he moved closer. As he approached the back of the girl, she turned and faced him. She screamed at the top of her lungs like she had seen a ghost. The boy put his palm over her mouth, afraid that her screams will bring him troubles. She shoved away his hand angrily.
“God’s eye, is that hobby of yours? Scare people?”
“Most definitely not. It’s a gift from the Lord.”
The girl appeared to be even more unpleased with the boy with that answer. “Think you’re being funny?”
“No, milady. No means to be rude. Not at all.” He stared at her apologetically.
She let down her arms on her hips to the sides. She stared at the older boy and smiled.
“First time here?” The boy nodded. “’ve been here several times. Mostly when I’m outraged.” The boy kept quiet. “I reckon’d you should come more often. Helps free you from worries.” He kept quiet still, only nodded occasionally.
“Don’t you think the sound and smell of the mother nature are the best cure in the world?” The girl closed her eyes and emerged herself into the worry-free air.
She opened her eyes and looked at the boy. “You don’t talk much, d’you?”
“Pardon me.”
“Mind if I ask why you came?”
“I…got lost.” He looked away from her as he answered.
“Sheer dumb luck. I’d been looking for millenniums before I found here. Big brother told me of it. He found it when he sneaked out from practice.”
The girl went on with her stories and the boy sat close to her and listened to every one of them with curiosity. Never in his fourteen years of life had he heard about anything like these. She was like a book that tells the adventures of life and lured him to go into the exciting new world. Just as the story was at the peak, the book was closed. The girl ran out of the forest, leaving him lusting for more of her tales, but not before they promised to see one another a day later when the sun shines on the west. They gave each other a name that only they shall know. One of Llonydd; another of Eirian.
As agreed, the boy came to the noisy water the day after when the shadows pointed to the west. He sat on the rocks, waiting patiently for his Eirian. She came through the thickest trees in the forest and showed the brightest smile when she saw him sitting there. She was happy to have met this quiet friend but perhaps her feeling was nothing compared to his. He urged her to continue with her tales, even though her tales were merely tales of quarrelling with her family, playing with friends and doing unlady-like things, or bravery, as what she called them. Day after day they would meet at the same place, at the same time, sharing tales of each other and playing by the water which led to the discovery of a strange mark on the boy’s chest by the girl. The mark was wing-shaped. It was a mark from birth, as told by him.
On that very same day, the boy gave his most treasured friend his most precious belonging, a gift from his mother -- Engel. He took a silvery, angel-shaped jewel off of his neck. He put it onto her. Delighted, she promised to be his best friend forever. She kissed him on the cheek before running into the forest like she usually did.
The next day, the boy waited at the same spot. He was as excited and anxious as usual to see his friend, a friend that had come to make him laugh and talk in a way he never did before. He waited and waited until the sun had retired and the moon awoke along with the diamonds of the night. The girl did not come. And so was the next day, and the day after, and months later. She never came again. The boy was devastated and heartbroken as he thought his friend had abandoned him.
“No matter the rivers of time and mountains of distant, the path to you shall never be destroyed. I shall find you or, at least, wait for you till the sun never chases after the moon again and till the sky and earth are no longer apart.”
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