A great wizard and witch lived in a dark, barren world with little life. The creachers that were alive struggled day to day. Yet they were all happy with what they did have. All accept the witch and wizard.
They felt that something was missing from their world. After years of searching and pondering, they finally figured out what was missing from their life. Casting spells they created a patch, of sorts, to fill the hole.
Four young and beautiful young girls are what they created. Each controlled the element they were named after. They grew and created. The land became bountiful and light filled space. However all good things must come to an end.
The girls became too confident in their ability’s. They became too greedy and took to much pride in what they had created. They bickered and fought. And with the witch and wizard on the brink of death their fights got worse as time went on. That last argument is the one that haunts them all, or at least three of them. The witch and wizard had just died so there was nothing that day to stop them.
“Don’t you just love my clouds,” bragged Water, “they are just so fluffy.”
“Please, without my wind there would be no way for them to move around rendering them useless,” started Water’s twin, wind.
“Without my sun you two would have no rest because these things couldn’t happen on their own. You would always be working,” cut in the oldest, Fire.
The three continued to fight, shouting to be heard above the other two. Earth was thought to be mute, for she had never spoken in all their lives. However she spoke up then for the first time.
"I am not better than any of you, but I am of dirt.”
It’s a pity her words were wasted on deaf ears. Her sisters heard but laughed at the foolishness of their younger sister. Later, all too late, did they only realize that they had lost her.
They searched everywhere but found her not. Earth had disappeared. She remained lost till this day. What she had said that day still fresh in their minds. What wisdom did she have that they did not? Perhaps the youngest of the group know the most.
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“That’s a nice story. Thank you for telling it,” Thomas said as he closed his eyes to sleep.
“Sir,” I started,” correct me if I’m wrong but you didn’t say what the witch and wizard found wrong with the world.”
“Your right, young Tanis, I didn’t,” said caregiver Lian. “I didn’t say because no one knows. They died before they told anyone. They might have told Earth, but as I did state, she was missing, Good night Children.”
With that he blew out the candle, climbed down the later and exited the barn. I snuggled into Thomas for warmth as I dreamt of the bedtime story caregiver Lian had told us.
