Echo's Song

The Start of the Song

A small girl huddled in a large hole in the side of an oak tree. The tree had to be thousands of years old, from her cove in the tree you could see all the age lines of this natural beauty. Thanks to the Shadows of fear, very few live this long anymore. Enough about the tree, you probably want to know about the girl, and why she is in this tree. Well lets hear it from her view.

The tree felt so very warm as I huddled inside. As I had grow up, no matter where I went, I returned here. It's been such a good companion. But right now the moon was calling. I could see the magic flashing in it's colors, dreams waiting to be collected, strength to be renewed. So I slipped quietly out and onto a branch. Being about ten feet up in a tree to live was quite a risk. It is really worth it though. Protection, the view, the cove in it that I call home.
As I crept silently down the branches to the next tree, I could see the magic in the air tonight. The full moon. Very important to Dreamlings, the source of our power. Technically it is only the way we collect our power, but it still gives it to us. And when it calls you, you have to answer.
You never really get over the feeling of being high above the ground, watching everything. It gives a feeling of freedom. For me the freedom of being safe, not having to worry about who sees me, or who uses me. So I followed the trees, I was in perfect balance compared to a human. I mean a real human, not just one who is sort of human. But they are really clumsy when it comes to this. Thankfully for that I have not been captured yet. Its strange how human kind is divided. Some are trying to help each other like before the shadows came. Others look out for only themselves. Human kind had so many hopes, so many dreams, so many of my kind existed. Now only I am here, all alone to face this "gift".
The moon was shining brightly now as if to say "Hurry up Echo, its time." So I scurried a bit faster than before. And then the pool of dreams was in view. I will never stop being shocked by it's full moon glory. If you think the forest is beautiful, look at this and never think the same way again. I began to climb down with my white one shoulder Dreamling dress flowing with me. The dress has grown with me and will always be with mine. It can show my power, plus is a symbol of my kind.
Climbing down from the tree I looked out over the lake. The pale greens, blues, pinks and purples danced across the surface and around the reflection of the moon. I paused for a moment to take a breath, then waded into the water.The water flowed around me with small gently ripples as it washed around my knees. As I came to the center of the lake, I looked up at the moon and began to sing. To me it sounded the same, I translated it perfectly. But humans heard my ancestors ancient language, and had no idea what I said. That was the last time I talked to humans. They wanted to run tests on me. I shuddered as I remembered, the cold touch of their hands as they grabbed me. I will never forget.
"Show me dreams and show me light. I beg of you, la moon! Give me hope within the night. Show me I am true! I wish upon a shooting star. A shining piece of brightness heart. Lead me to you! Let dreams and passion show me how, show me the shining crown of light! Drive out the darkness! Show how to light the flame of passion in the air tonight!" As she sung, the water lifted her up towards the moon. The colors of the moon became colorful dust blowing around with wind. The dust wrapped itself around me and my dress gained the rippling colors of the moons magic. I twirled with the wind and colors, dancing in the dreams. Hope filled me reminding me of my purpose. Staring at the moon, I let the water bring me back to the pond and the human world. I would have to wait another month to dance with it again.
"I will see you soon my faith" With that I had to conclude my visit to the pool, I looked around at the pond, as that is what a human would call it, the beauty was unmatchable. I will never see anything that feels as when I am close to my ancestors. If only they could help me. I gathered myself up and walked out of the pond, the water rolling off my dress. The strange part for humans is that I don't get even the slightest bit wet! My magic keeps the water off. Walking back to my tree a small movement in a shrub to my left stops me in my tracks. Dreamling rule number one. Don't trust strange things. Especially at night. And most defiantly not after visiting the pool of dreams. As I turned, slowly, I watched a small squirrel pop out and walk slowly toward me. I observed this movement closely and sighed in relief.
"Greetings Luka. You gave me quite a start." I giggled slightly. "Is everything alright? How is the stocking coming?" The squirrel I called Luka ran towards me and jumped on my arm before curling up. "Alright, lets go home." On that note Luka climbed onto my back and hung on for his life. I ran at a tree, the largest one in the area, and at last minute jumped as high as I could. Grabbing a large branch, I swung myself over and onto it. And then under the light of the full moon raced home. 

A/N Um. Hi everyone. This is my first book. I have worked a long time on this idea and also. Please do not steal my story or species. They are copyrighted. But feedback is very helpful to me. Comment what you think?