The Story Teller

Lily

There was a girl named Lily.

As she said this a hazy silhouette of a golden girl peered at them, her stature meek and unsure. The children looked at her with smiles on their faces and Eli waved meekly.

She was a shy little fellow who seemed lost in the world she was born in. She had always been stuck in her castle walls, with only the freedom to gaze at the tall and green forest trees and watch the birds of different colors gaze mildly at her.

Elena twisted her hand again, and there was another image that took a purple hue. Lily was looking out at the window and saw a bird cock it's head at her. The children breathed a sigh, and Elena didn't know why.

One day, she asked her mother why she was never allowed to leave, but her mother just smiled and stroked her hair. 'It's too dangerous' she had said in a sickly-sweet voice, but Lily never really believed that.

The scene had changed to a blue hue and punctuated her words once more with a beautiful light.

And so, the children heard the story from Elena through the brilliant light she could emit, by simply wishing and stretching forth her hand, and the children never got tired of seeing her brilliant light.

Of course, Elena could make convincing elusions, some that looked more like reality than hues of beautiful blinding light, but she had always used them for her job, something that she has always cherished since she was little.

She still remembered when her brother, in his far young youth had come racing down the halls of their once happy home. Elena had worn a confused face.

'The storyteller! She told us an incredible new story, about a girl named LILY!' he had squealed.

'Can I hear it?' she had remembered asking timidly.

Her brother had excitedly jumped next to her on their wooden couch. 'Sure, okay. So, there was a girl named Lily. She was a shy little fellow who seemed lost in the world she was born in...'