Small, innocent, a young wisp of a breeze, floating falling, lingering above the trees. Surrounded by calmness mixed with anxiety. She’s floating along, looking down on the mystical world below. Colors blend as she moves with astounding speed through the warm damp sky. The horizon is slightly the color of an oncoming storm, but she wasn’t worried, the storms usually bypassed her. She was so small that she could hardly maneuver the strong gusts of uncertainty that all storms seem to carry. That is one thing that she had always despised, that she was so small. Or, maybe she just hated that the rest of the world was so big. It would take her almost forever to see it all.
Besides, she enjoyed riding the wind. She needed a sweet escape from all of her troubles that inhabited the world below her, but no she had refused to think about those things, not then. She needed the release. That is what she had gone up there to escape for at least a little while. She then closed her eyes and she saw herself. She was floating through the breeze among her many brothers and sisters, ridding a spring rain. She lifted herself down to the back of the large storm.
What are you doing? She heard one of her brother’s, whisper to her through the trees in which he was currently knocking all of the leaves off of. He always did love inflicting mayhem on the walkers below him, filling their hair with leaves and twigs. I want to go explore she whistled back to him utilizing a nearby bush and accidentally blowing up some poor child’s jacket, the poor thing shivered at her touch. Don’t stray too far he continued with the trees. We don’t want to loose you because if you do we aren’t coming back for you. You’re too small to look for. He said warningly. But she didn’t take the warning seriously. She just wanted to get out of there. No! I will go where I please, she said back to him growing impatient, wanting to get on her way. But by now he was to far away to hear her soft whistles. So off she went… and she was never coming back, ever.
Her head was snapped back to the present and as soon as she did she was off again in another memory. There were pictures of a boy playing; weaving his feet elegantly back and forth threw the flora and fauna that inhabited his playing ground. She whipped around the base of the trees following him. The fast pacing of his little feet crunching the dead leaves and various other foliage on the ground, gave away his position when ever she lost him. She was the wind blowing softly and swiftly threw his hair when she caught up, only to fall behind once again. She comforted him as well as she could for his short life. She dried his tears and was his pillow on the hard ground when he had no one and nowhere else to turn.
She wished that she could have lay in the casket beside him when his short life came to a tragic end. The bitter-sweet memories seemed like dreams now to the detached and lonely wanderer, with only short and faint glimpses of her weary past to comfort her longing and depressed present.
Yes, of coarse she loved her freedom, but was there such a thing as being too free? She wanted company, a companion that she never had to leave. She longed for someone to be forever bound to, not just a free wisp of wind on her own. She loved falling and fwailling in the eternal blue sky. The joys of being bombarded over and over again by the warm currents of an in coming foreign ocean breeze on a steady coarse inland, and being pushed by the cold mainland wind that is always eager to leave the earth behind and drag her back to the ocean side often overwhelmed her. But was all of that worth being alone forever?
Slowly she strained to regain focus, but at the same she wanted to hold on to the tangy dreams of the past that had clouded all of her senses to a numb dull hum feeling. When she had finally come to, reluctantly letting go of the bliss that had overtaken her, she immediately felt a change. She felt something large on the brink of over flowing into catastrophe.
She saw the darkness on the horizon. The warm breeze that she had been blindly drifting on turned suddenly icy. She saw a large black monster creeping over the blue hills. The sight was so majestic and graceful with its haunting beauty that she was stunned. She saw the large beast creeping towards her at such an untamed ferocity that when she finally became coherent of her surroundings it was too late.
She was whisked away into the brawl of large gusts of wild wind, most of which consumed her in one gulp and spit her out only for her to be virtually devoured time and time again by the raw power. She felt helpless and alone, she tossed through the waves of fear and madness that had surrounded her like a dark cloak. She saw herself as the monster, leaving behind a path of unwanted and unprovoked destruction. She felt an overwhelming wave of sadness and pity as she headed towards the beautiful landscape. She had dared not look back and see the horror that she had left behind.
She had needed to leave that place. She had needed to go and try to start anew adventure while trying to forget the last that had left not only her heart but he spirit in shattered pieces. Maybe then she would be able to achieve he much needed solitude.
Suddenly she was dropped. She was falling yet again only this time not of her own accord, she had never felt this strange sensation before of utter hopelessness. She looked around her for the massive beast, hoping to see that it would look back; unlike they did, and come back for her. But no, all she saw were other strange creatures, plummeting to their deaths with no upward breeze to lift there wings.
She found it so strange to look at beasts that she usually thought where as weightless as she was. She could save them, and the thought did cross her mind, but she didn’t. She believed that she was too small to help the massive amount of winged creatures survive. So she did the only thing that she could, she fell along side them. Some of them passed her yet smaller ones, maybe even the young of the larger birds, were miles above her awaiting the same impending doom as their parents and friends. All the while each and every one of them was bravely crying out for a savoir. The squawks filled her ears even as she tried to ignore them.
Finally she closed her eyes and thought of her loneliness. She hoped that if she was lucky this would somehow kill her. All of her troubles filled her head all at once and finally erasing any trace of the bliss that she had been granted when, what seemed like so long ago, she was tossing and turning in the sky, at the exact moment that she hit the hard surface of her tormentor and savior.
