Sleeping in the open was the most natural thing to do. After the fire died down, only the dim light of the stars and an invisible moon hidden somewhere made seeing possible. Noah didn't know to express it but he felt a part of something, a part of the universe. He belonged.
"You know there is a tale my father used to tell me," he started.
Liam and Ava knew that as usual, this was going to be a tall tale. But they loved to listen to Noah's ramblings. They created images in their heads. But then Liam and Ava imagined them in quite different ways.
Liam was 3 years older than 12 year old Ava, and was more serious.
"He used to sit just like this and look up into the sky, "Noah continued.
"You know the stars were not really stars a long long time ago".
"Were they alive?" Ava wanted to know.
"Yes they were. They were the first creations of a rambling creator. Some were bright and some dim they were all spaced randomly without design."
Being random was intolerable for the stars so they joined into patterns".
Can you see the hunter?" he pointed to the sky.
Liam really couldn't see it even with squinted eyes, so Ava had to point it out. But then the pattern created in Ava's head was of a different hunter than what Liam saw. But they didn't really bother. It seemed as if the millions of people who had seen this hunter before her had all seen it in a million different ways.
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Cycle of Time
FantasyWe all have stories. Sometimes all we have are stories. Maybe we are all stories. Some are written some are not, some are in the past some are in the future, some stories cross each other some do not. But there is a journey in all of them. Either th...
