Where The Waterlight Fades

At The Weeping Willow

This tale takes off in a place of the purest darkness. A place where light is only to be found in the reflections of water, carrying silvery gleams to the villages of the country Ran, from the suns that live so far away.

This tale starts by the willow in the marsh. Where the fog twists and turns, reflecting waterlight onto the warm skin of a girl, sitting underneath the hanging branches of the weeping willow.

This tale begins with the song of a single bird.

Aldwyn wipes off the irritating drops of water from her skin for the seventh time, since she sat down by the lakeshore under the willow. The fog, surrounding her, makes it almost impossible to get anything done, as it keeps on dripping down on the parchment in her hands insisting on making everything wet and socky. The air is cold and she sort of regrets not having put on more clothes before storming out of her family's cottage. She wiggles her freezing bare feet up under her, not looking forward to walking back the stone filled trail.

-Not that I will be able to return any time soon-

She thinks to herself looking down at the empty parchment, in her hands, ones again. She has to start writing the letter soon, a letter of apology to her parents for what she did to the young man earlier. But Aldwyn's thoughts are stuck and her mind feels empty. She looks out upon the still lake Infront of her thats casting light out upon her and the trees sorrounding it including the willow, in between which roots she is sitting. The great tree is dipping its leafs into the clear water and stretching its branches out of view into the whiteness of the fog. Aldwyn tries stretching her thoughts out too, but she fells stuck and finds not a single bit of sorry, to write about, in her heart. And yet, she puts the pen to the paper, for she HAS to write the letter. She has had to write such a letter of sorry, every time she's done anything to upset her parents even in the slightest, ever since she at the age of five learned how to write her crooked as, bs and cs. This time though the letter has to be a bit better than the -sori mamma an papa- her five year old self delivered them once after stealing from the jar of candied berries This time her parents are really, truly mad. Aldwyn leans back onto the trunk of the willow, feeling the rough bark on the back of her head, she closes her eyes with a sigh as she remembers back upon the events that lead to her emotional flight from the cottage, landing her here, writing an apology letter at the edge of the lake, like so many times before.

-It is really all their fault-

she thinks indignantly.

-Mom and dad really never should have invited that young man-.

And yet Aldwyn is the one who is blamed, and she can not go back before the letter is written, so she needs to remember something, anything that she is just the tiniest bit sorry for or she will die out here in the cold, and Aldwyn is far too stubborn to die this young, so she sends her thoughts flying back into her memory.