After Mother Nature

After Mother Nature

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Once upon a time, and yes I'm starting the story off with that. I'm not very good at telling stories so that's all I basically know. I guess I should start this off right by introducing myself. Hi, I'm Sky. This is a story about after mother nature. It's about her four daughters me (Sky), Lucy, Ari, and Holly. I'm the youngest out of all of us then there's Lucy, Ari, and then last but certainly not least Holly. And yes we were all raised by our real mother, Mother nature. But we all call her mom, as u would expect. And we aren't really normal as again u would expect. But we aren't just like our mother. We have powers or talents as we call them. Holly's talent is she can control and create fire. Ari's talent is she can control and create air. Lucy's talent is she can control and create water. And I know this sounds familiar so I know u can guess what mine is. But if u can't I'll tell u. My talent is I can control and create earth. And that's our big happy family. Or so I thought.
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It is the autumn equinox, or the death day, the time to contact those that have gone before. Everyone closes their eyes and are silent to commune with the spirits. I had never tried to contact spirits before. But this year I seek my mother. She died this day, fourteen years ago; my birthday. My position in the ceremony is shadow maker. This is a role that I have played since I was old enough to carry the marker staff. It is a rod the length of my forearm tapered at the lower end and holding a clear stone at the top. I hold it high in the air waiting. It catches the light, and its shadow forms an eye directly in the middle of the equinox stones. Spirits surround me. They stop and nod, or at least make eye contact before moving on. "Mother?" She could be an older version of myself. She smiles at me, then, fades as an old presence joins me. This spirit isn't just old; it's ancient. It exudes wisdom and understanding, peace and culture. We celebrate, together, to the music of creation. I seem to know the dance but not as well as she. We are alone only briefly before being joined by another. They dance as if they know each other's every move. I try to keep up. When I falter, they smile, laugh and show me how. There is no passage of time. We dance together for an instant and forever. I shouldn't, but I open my eyes. My shadow, marking the equinox, isn't a shadow, it is a shimmering swirl of blended light. The stone in the top of my staff is flicking with a brilliant white accented by scintillating bands of many colours. I quickly close my eyes but the ancients are gone. We all open our eyes. My shadow falls through the standing stones as it should. And it is black, also, as it should be. They had danced with me.

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