A Bunch Of Stories Shoved Into One Book

Spring and Autumn

A boy with chocolate hair and honey-colored eyes glides gracefully through the wood, with not a care in the world. Golden leaves adorn his curls, and scarlet robes drape on his spindly figure. His ears come to a point just above his locks, and his lips come to a slight pout. Golden embroidery edges the hems, and shades of brown spiral up the scarlet into delicate swirls. His eyes tilt upward, towards his opposite and equal. A boy with brightly-colored hair enters the misty wood, gold filtering through the willows. This boy wears a jacket and pants made from the softest of flower petals, with patches of rose, tulip, and daisies. His eyes swirl with colors, shifting and spinning, with flecks of different colors throughout. Stiching of silver is sewn to the edges of his coat and pants, and to his collar. These two boys are the spirits of Spring and Autumn. One, with calming colors in rich toffees, and the other, with bright hues of flowers to signify the rebirth of life into the world. It is once a year the two see each other, and this day makes them yearn to see each other even more. To be parted is to be in agony for them. The two stop in front of each other, staring into the other's eyes. Then Spring smiles. Autumn’s lips twitch with a hint of a grin, and the two rejoice. Autumn takes hold of Spring’s waist, pulling him in. "Dance with me, my love." Spring grins and obliges. The two danced for hours on end, waltzing one minute and swaying another. Spring laughs, a merry twinkling sound that not a single soul can resist smiling from. Autmun smiles, pulling his equal closer. "How I have missed you."