A Compilation of Short Stories/Poems

Short Story 4: The Reason for Love (by the Orinola Elders)

A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to give a brief little thing; Ahngelio is pronounced Angel-io, for future reference. Okay, toodles!
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  Once upon a time, when the universe was being made, came along three animals. A cat, it's whiskers a shimmering gold; a mouse, it's whiskers a vibrant silver; a snake, it's scales glowing purple in the darkness; and a phoenix, the copper feathers seemingly shining against the pale darkness of night.
  Sunikoa, with her crown of shimmering white and black feathers illuminating her gentle face, asked each animal to shed something into her large pot that was to be the Realm of Love.
  The cat shed a few of it's whiskers, the gold contrasting against the dark steel tone of the cauldron; the mouse, too, shed it's whiskers, and sauntered off into the darkness, where it would come to find the Realm of Dreams; the snake shed some of its bright, purple scales, those that fell seemingly lost their glow and became a dark and saturated purple; and, last but not least, the phoenix shook above the pot, letting a cascade of  copper and ash into the cauldron.
  At that, the cat, snake, and phoenix all headed in different directions: the cat went to the right, to find the Realm of Hiding; the snake, to the left, to find the Realm of Survivial; and the phoenix, onto Sunikoa's broad shoulders, where it'd spend the rest of it's days as her most faithful and loving companion.
  As the tale goes, the phoenix feathers are to connect to the cat whiskers, and those with that bond will never break apart; however, a phoenix feather can connect to a mouse whisker, which can cause a toxic relationship, or one that breaks off too easily. The snake will never find love, not because it cannot, but because it simply doesn't want to.
  As Sunikoa's task came to a close, she asked her beloved phoenix-which she had decided to name Ahngelio-to begin writing The Way of Love: a small written letter to describe how to tell if someone was the phoenix feather to your cat whisker.
  If your relationship is always rocky or very toxic, then you have accidentally attached to a mouse whisker. If your relationship is almost perfect, then you've found your cat whisker; keep in mind, all relationships have arguments and disagreements, but it's how they handle them that determines if the person is your mouse or cat whisker. If you find no romantic or sexual attraction-it can be one, the other, or both-then you are the snake scale.