The Silver Owl

8

"Hey! Reagan!" Zac yells. He waves his hand in the air, trying to catch the girl's attention.

"Reagan!" The girl finally looks over. After about two days of walking and asking for Leafcrossing, which no one gave us, all we got were strange looks and they either asked us to leave, or made an excuse to get out of the conversation.

She is on the other side of the street. She looks over to us, she must know Zac, because I don't know her. She started running in the opposite direction.

We follow her from the other side of the street. I don't understand why she was running the other way, or why Zac is smiling.

She stops when the street intersects. The cross walk!! Oh! I get it now, she is coming to our side of the street. Why didn't I think about that?

I silently laugh as my own stupidity.

"Reagan! Hey! What's up? Reagan, this is Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Reagan." Zac introduces me.

"Hi," So creative, Lizzie. So creative. I should work in that later.

"It's great to meet you!" Reagan tells me. She seems like a nice girl. Her long blond hair is pulled up in a pony tail.

"Reagan, I was wondering if you could help us," I prompt. I look to Zac. He nods slightly and finished my thought.

"We were wondering if you could direct us to Leafcrossing."

Reagan's happy, pleasant look disappears. Her face grows serious.

"You can't say that out loud. Not here." She pulls us off the side walk, "You can't say that. Not in public. People are watching. Don't you know?"

Zac and I are both stunned.

"No, I'm sorry, we don't know." He replies for the both of us.

"Why don't you come over to my house. It'll be safe to talk about it there."

We sit at the dining room table, sipping some tea Reagan made for us.

"So why are you looking for Leafcrossing?" She asks. I had no idea her personality could change so fast.

I explain why Zac and I are looking for this so called 'Leafcrossing'. She just nods.

Reagan sips her tea, "So your saying, your father died, and left you a note for you, two years after his death. You left a note for your parents and completely just took off?"

I nod. I realize how unrealistic and stupid it all sounds.

"That is the sketchiest thing, I have ever heard. " She tells me.

I guess that's true.

I nod, "I know, but it's true."

"I never said I didn't believe you."

"So you do?"

"Yes. Why else would you know that Leafcrossing even was something at one point."

"I guess you're right."

Reagan looks me dead in the eye, "I am going to write you something. This is all the help I can give you."

She take a note pad and scribbled something down.

It reads:

Nobody never made anyone anything. Knows to let them run free. Children about the city's limits loved this. Leafcrossing was a beautiful city.
Go between the river, and play in rivers.

North of the river, there was a tree.

Of this there was a women who lived in rivers, was jealous of the humans.

Alexandra, the river, wanted to stop governments from hurting the trees. Owls lived in these trees. The beautiful silver moon shine apon the trees and ones wounds could be healed from it. Killing the tree would take away the Owls home and the people's healing.

Governments chopped down many.
Killing many birds homes. One day silver moon shine on the tree and owls sat on it.

She hands it to me, "It's an old fable that was translated from Latin so it's a bit odd. But it should help."