When Spring Returns

Prologue

If there is one thing that I enjoy about spring mornings it is not the smell of fresh morning dew or the color of the sky, it is about the memories of my once mother. Fine lady she was, always spoke her mind, but was sweet and caring not the less. I would give my life for the days in which I can still hear her voice wake me in the morning for breakfast, and how we strolled through the willows barefoot not caring about a single thing in the world. Oh how the wild animals loved her, a real life Snow White my mother was. "Can you hear that?" she said one morning, her face gleaming with joy. As I listened, I later realized nothing was to be heard. "What do you mean mother? I don't hear anything." I said. "My girl, you have to listen closely. This is a delicate sound, a sound that can only be heard by the ones who are willing. Now, close your eyes and listen... don't make a sound, listen to the earth" she replied. I followed her request, and closed my eyes. I waited and waited, but I did not hear anything, but I was determined to know the cause of my mother's happiness, so I continued. And there it was, faint but real, the sound of the earth. Oh how beautiful the sound was! It was unimaginably beautiful: The crystalline morning dew exclaimed gently, and the whistles of the willows sang, accompanied by the harmony of the soft and graceful wind. I panicked and loudly said "I hear it mother! I really do!" she smiled "Now, this is a gift that we were born with. No such person who walks on this earth is gentle and wise enough to know how amazing simple things can be. Oh and the simple things are the most beautiful things, as these hold a special and hidden beauty, which is worth more than a thousand gems. My beautiful Aria, promise me you will not seek evil, because in this world, there is nothing more valuable than staying kind and honorable." I exclaimed "Of course Mother! I will, I promise!" And with that, my mother smiled, little did I know that would be the last day i would share the same air as her, because, see, peace cannot last forever in this world, which is why we choose to stay hidden, and to act accordingly without being seen. Locked in our ruins we wait until the right moment, when the world is ready to turn to a blank page, and start over once again.

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Hello dear readers! I would like to share my first ever story with you all. I can't wait to grow and learn as a writer, so I gladly accept constructive criticism in hopes to better improve my writing. This was just what I would call a teaser but it is still an important asset on how the story will unfold.