The Human's Tale

I

The planet of earth was quiet other than the chirping of birds and the water falls. The young woman Nature was beautiful. She had long golden hair the color of the sun. And dark green eyes the color of the thickest forests. She was bare other than the vines that covered her arms and legs.

She had the power to give life to the earth. She filled it with forests, streams, and animals. With her fingertips she touched the soft soil and spouts of trees that live until the end of time.

One day, Nature started to feel more lonely than usual and began to wander through the lands. She reached the edge of her warm, lush forests. It was as if someone placed a wall between this place of life and that place of death. As the world was split between her beautiful land and the snowy wasteland filled with nothing but cold whiteness that cuts flesh and freezes blood.

But this cold intreaged Nature. She looked into the blank white and saw nothing but death. But she wondered if she could hear someone calling out in the distance. So she closed her eyes and listened. She heard the rustling winds and the cold blow her hair back. But ever so slightly she heard a small howl in the distance. A lonesome, forlorn howl.

Nature became enthralled with this cold. She knew her fate lied behind this cold, blistering wall. She stepped into the cold and shivered as the dull pain in her feet made her shiver.

She stood in the cold her hair blowing past her. She shivered violently and her eyelashes were coated with white. Nature pushed on in the white wasteland knowing her purpose was in this cold death.

After her trek into the dull pain she found a young man. He was dressed in a black cloak, ripped with black feathers and stains of blood. His hair as black as night. His skin was as grey as a dull rainy day. And his eyes were as blue as the sky. Nature stared quietly at the young man. Silent stares of curiosity came from the girl.

The man looked over at Nature. Surprised he stood in shock. Nature went to embrace the man knowing he was her fate. Her lover.

Nature was shocked when the boy flew out of her arms. She looked at him with a concerned face. And he told her if he touched her he would dry her up and turn her into snow like the waste around him. He looked down into the clawing white.

Nature smiled and asked for his name. The young man looked and mumbled his name. Azgareth he said.

Nature told him her name and smiled happily. Azgareth looked confused. He asked her why she came into the wastelands. Nature gave a smile. She said that she knew someone was waiting for her in the white. A speck of blue light came to her in her dreams and then faded back into the white.

Azgareth looked down into the snow. He pondered for a minute and told her he was tired of being alone. Nature pet his head gently. Azgareth flinched at the contact. Nature told him to follow her back to her side of the world.

On the way to her side she told him of all the different ways the streams sang songs and the way animals played games and how the trees told the best stories. Azgareth listened intently to her stories and tales.

When they reached the line Nature happily danced over to her side. She frolicked and twirled in a circle. She called out to Azgareth. Azgareth shook and was racked with regret and anger. Yet he calmed himself and took a long breath and stepped over the line.