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SharayaKai



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Location: Mountains of Utah
Chapter one (still seeking a title) [F]

Darkness falls upon a distant quiet town as the mist from the river rolls in, obscuring the view of any who traverse the lonely roads. One such figure walks with head bent against the sharp, stinging winds that gust about them, causing their tattered cloak to whip behind furiously, catching on a bramble, and causing the person to look back in irritation. A distant howling mingles with the voice of the wind as it pushes the mist further into town; all become invisible. Those that feel the tendrils of the encompassing mist, cower into hovels and homes.

As the figure passes an alley, a withered hand reaches out from the darkness and grabs upon the neck of the figure's cloak, pulling just enough to stop them. The figure whirls around, and the hood falls, sapphire eyes blaze forth upon the rude halting. Standing there is an old woman, her thin bony fingers raised to her lips, quieting any response from the traveler and beckons to be followed into the recesses of the alley, out of the wind and slightly clearer of mist.

Upon seeing the face before her, the stranger follows the old woman, without another question, pulling the hood back over deep ebony hair. As they near the back of the alley, a door, hidden from normal view, opens with a soft grinding and the old woman steps through, expecting the stranger to follow. She indeed follows, shrouding her eyes from any that think to look upon them.

Once inside, the sudden warmth chases out the chill in their bones. The old woman motions the traveler to sit by the fire where upon cooks a small flank of mutton. "Hungry?" she asks in a craggy voice.

"You know it is so." A voice, soft and haggard, escapes the woman's lips.

Smiling inwardly as she keeps her features expressionless, the old woman moves closer to the hearth.Taking a finely carved flint knife she cuts off a piece of meat, puts it upon a platter along side a hunk of soft, yellow cheese and small mound of bread. Hands, once soft and unused to work, now belabored with calluses, reach out to take the offering. As the platter passes between them, the old woman takes hold of the traveler's right hand, staring reflectively at the ring upon her little finger. After a brief moment of admiration, she relinquishes the hand and smiles. Her hand freed, the stranger silently devours the meal with earnest haste. Finally, when the last morsel falls from fork to tongue, she looks up, leaning back on the small plank that lends it's self for a chair.

"Tell me what it is you seek." The old woman requests in a voice soft, yet strong.

"I would have your name first." The stranger demands in kind, her eyes blaze in defiance.

The old woman pours a goblet of sweet fruit juice, far from fermentation, but thirst quenching and smiles as she sets it before the woman. "Krystal." Her voice all but sings the name.

Surprised by the lilting of the name as it crosses the small space between them, the woman halts in her reply. She gazes at Krystal, wondering just who she is before clearing her throat to speak. "I seek what my mother before me sought, and she before her. Is it to be found?"

Looking away, Krystal ponders the question. "Not in this place, child, nor any other you would travel." She then takes a stick and absently begins to poke at the embers.

"Then, the seeking shall take my last breath, my every step, for I shall not rest until it is found, and safely guarded." The woman pushes the now empty plate away, reaches for, and drains the new wine.

Looking at her askance, Krystal rises and moves to the back of her hole, for it is nothing more than that, and retrieves a dark green cloak, the color of pine needles. "Give me thy cloak and take this in its stead."

Without further bidding, the woman unclasps the raggedy velvet piece, the material worn thin in the shoulders and elbows, hands it to Krystal, and takes the soft green, wrapping it around her sunken shoulders.

"This cloak will aid you in your quest, but be wary. It will only be of help when the need is most urgent and for the most good." Krystal warns cryptically. "May thy great grandmothers guide you on your quest. Listen to their voices and that of the Goddess' for only they will lead you upon the correct path. Listen to the earth, for it will bring you peace when most in need. Listen to the waters for they are your life’s blood and look continually to the skies for your every direction." Slowly Krystal turns back to the fire, her admonishments clearly a dismissal.

Standing, the woman walks through the door, nary a thanks on her lips, or a comment further. The door closes silently behind her, as she steps again into the misty nether lands of the path her feet must tread.

Letting out a heavy sigh as the woman leaves, Krystal’s heart grieves as she sees in her mind the trials that will face the young one. “Marta," she speaks as if to the ceiling, though her eyes look beyond. "Guide thy chosen, let not her feet leave the path you have set for her." She leans against the wall, her emerald eyes closing, her mind drifting, searching.

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very nice start, shara.... now the nagging starts, lol.

please may we have some more?

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As Ghost stated, a very good start, make sure to keep writing more Smile
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:: chuckles :: Since you asked so cutely and as it happens, I can't sleep, here's a little more for your perusal.

The woman steps out of the alley and onto the street, the fierce winds having died down to a mere breeze. Once more, her journey awaits that which her ancestor's have sought: Each adding their mark upon the search and easing her way to the finding.

Contemplating what lays ahead, she leaves the town’s border and enters the surrounding woods. Her toe suddenly hits a hard round object and she curses beneath her breath. Protruding from the ground is a silver ball, or so it seems. She leans for the retrieval, fingers grasping at the mist-softened earth for release. The ball does not easily lift, apparently attached to something beneath the earth. Now on her knees, she digs more intently at the ground, parts giving way, others, remaining stubbornly in place. She tugs mightily on the ball, fingertips grasping under each smooth surface until the cross bar of a hilt can be felt. She pulls.

Slowly the hidden dagger rises from the confines of the earth, softly shimmering in the dim light that penetrates the mist. She shakes off the remaining bits and pieces of dirt and dust. Holding the weapon to the thin sliver of moonlight that filters through the living branches above her, she sees upon the center of the hilt's cross bar a single image. A lone pine with a star behind it... the dagger is silver, from hilt to blade.

She looks around briefly, but knows that the weapon was made for her. Back in her hole, Krystal smiles knowingly before drifting into a light slumber. The woman pulls from within her newly acquired cloak the only adornment she carries, a small burlap sack. Reaching inside, she pulls forth an etched crystal with the same image of a pine and star.

"Starpine." She whispers into the dank loneliness of the woods. "Felinia Starpine." At the soft speaking of the name, the dagger briefly shimmers, a single mystical note escapes in confirmation.

Still with no smile upon her lips, though no longer parched due to the ministrations of the mysterious Krystal, the stranger is far from the softness of a woman's flesh; she puts the dagger out of sight, into a sheath, that has been empty for generations, waiting such a day. Always has it been worn by the women of Starpine. The dagger slips in, with an ease that belies the shaking of her hands. In the distance the lone wolf's howl repeats, calling as the mist begins to rise with the approaching dawn.

The woman searches for shelter, the day's light distasteful to her scorched and wind torn clothing that lays hidden beneath the mysterious green cloak she now wears. On a gentle rise, stands the wolf who called, the purest white with eyes of unusual emerald, watching the woman intently. A small cavern, just to the left of the path, looms ahead. Its deep darkness, comforting and soothing in its veil, beckons to her. Finding herself weary with the prospect of rest ahead, she trudges into the cave and collapses upon a pile of straw left there by another traveler.

Sleep overtakes her quickly so she does not hear nor sense the presence of the wolf as he enters. His eyes, kind and knowledgeable, look upon her with understanding. He turns and pads to the entrance where he lies down, his head upon his forepaws and closes his eyes as if to sleep. Yet his keen sense of hearing remains on the alert for danger that may approach from within a mile of the makeshift camp. Together, yet apart, they sleep as the sun rises to awaken those that made their slumber during the night

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hmmm nice! more! please.

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Part Three

Whistling through the valley, the zephyr brings with it the freshness of spring, caressing every living thing with a loving touch. The rays of the morning sun penetrate the branches of the apple tree to fall upon the still form of a young maiden who lies sleeping on the soft earth below. Her countenance is peaceful as she dreams of lakes and streams; of the colorful sunsets that form a backdrop to the mountains; of the woodlands that are plentiful and the many creatures who call them home. She dreams of her land, her life, her home. The breezes gently whip up her golden hair so that it falls upon her face, outlining her cheeks. Her soft pink lips curl into a delicate smile, one filled with love for what she dreams. Her hands, softly clasped together, lay across her bosom, to rise and fall with each slow intake of breath.

Nearby, amongst a patch of lavender wildflowers, is a colorful butterfly, flitting about in its search of nectar. A wisp of air catches it and guides it over to hover above the maiden's face. It softly lands tickling her nose. Eyelids flutter open in surprise revealing irises of the deepest violet, amethysts. She giggles as the butterfly flits away then rises into a sitting position, looking about as her eyes adjust to the light.

Gracefully she rises from the earth and begins a stroll through the meadow, occasionally reaching out to touch the soft petals of a lily, orchid, or rose. Even the small pansies, dandelions, and daisies do not escape her notice. Her walk leads her to a small wooden bridge that fords an azure blue stream. Beyond the bridge, lies a path that meanders and branches throughout the meadow. She stops at the center of the bridge and leans over the railing to peer down into the depths of the water as the waves tumble past, shimmering like jewels in the morning sun. Gazing briefly at her reflection, the maiden smiles as she sees the wound upon her cheek is now merely a soft scar. The memory of obtaining such is also faded, willingly forgotten upon such a wondrous morning.

Looking past her mirror image, the stones at the bottom of the stream capture her attention as their crystalline features sparkle and glitter. She raises her head, allowing her eyes to follow the stream on its course, watching it bend and twist until it empties into the lake. She gazes upon the waters for a time, and then turns away. Stepping from the bridge, she walks the path that leads to the shoreline. Her feet tread lightly, as if walking on air, making not a sound.

Creating a rushing harmony to the rhythmic melody of the water tripping over stones in the stream are the leaves of the trees, which overhang the path. They ripple and sway in unison with the waves in a dance of nature. The rushes that encircle the lake come alive with activity as the newly hatched babies of the numerous birds make their way from their individual nests to take their first swim. Ducklings, goslings, loons, and even swans decorate the surface of the water with their unsurpassed beauty. They sing a song of life, of new and rebirth, felt in every droplet, whisper, and pebble of the water, wind, and earth.

The maiden, caught up in the song, begins to dance upon the shore, spinning in circles then weaving in patterns that honor the course of the streams and rivers that pock this valley. Her partner is the wind; it encompasses every part of her, from her head, to her outstretched hands, and down to her bare sandy feet. It holds her, caresses her, and loves her. Her heart beats in concert with the song of nature, her soul climbing to incredible heights with each note as it rings forth. The exhilaration, the joy, the ecstasy wraps tenderly about her so that she feels whole and free. Free to experience all that she was meant to, to be everything she sees within herself, and to love beyond thoughts, words, or touch; no limits, no boundaries, no end...To be.

Thrillingly exhausted, Sharaya collapses upon the soft sandy shore, joyous strains of laughter escaping her lips as she lies upon her back. Footfalls nearby turn her head in time to look upon a soft pair of rainbow eyes, distinct and unique to the face behind them and her family.

"Good morning, Sharaya." A gentle voice speaks, the words lilting across the meadow as they fall tenderly upon Sharaya's ears bringing a smile to her heart as well as her face.

"Oh! It is most splendid indeed Rose." Sharaya replies while watching the lady descend gracefully to the earth.

Rose smiles upon her friend before turning slightly to gaze out across the meadow and the mountains that surround them. Her eyes take on a far away look before her smile once more lights up her countenance.

"What has a hold of thy thoughts today, my sweet?" Queries Sharaya, her amethyst eyes sparkling radiantly as she sees the look of pure contentment settle upon Rose.

"My sweet, sweet friend..." Rose replies. "Merely the whisperings that I have sent out upon the winds which echo back to me."

"And what do your whisperings echo of?" Sharaya questions gently as she runs her fingers through the fine sand, drawing spiral circles that connect in a chain.

"Of a life touched and a harvest of emotions." Rose replies thoughtfully, the feelings brought to her by watching Sharaya's dance still sweet and ever new upon her heart.

"I trust the harvest is a bounty of sweetness and succulent desires." Sharaya avers, her eyes twinkling with mischief in the soft sunlight as it filters through the canopy above them.

"Aye, it is. Truly an unexpected path I find myself upon, yet desirable." The dew nestled comfortably in the cradle of the mother leaves, sparkles as each fingertip of the sun’s beams reach across the infinity to brush against them. They glisten like jewels freshly born of the earth. A sweet scented breeze flits about them, wrapping them in a cooling, comforting embrace, welcoming them to a new day full of hope and wonder. "Are we not blessed?" Rose asks quietly. "Here we find a touch," she reaches out and takes Sharaya's hand, holding it in a tender grasp. “And then share it, and find it is not weakened in the meeting, but drawn upon the canvas of eternities."

Sharaya’s eyes shine with strength and determination; a desire to absorb thoroughly all that is offered her, however limited it may be. "Much like a painting that shall never fade but grow brighter and newer with each touch of the Sun."

"Of course," says Rose, "for it shall never be completed. Each stroke holds something new: A brilliant green of everlasting here, a soft blue of coolness and parting there, a radiant glow of summer’s oranges and the soft pastels of tender moments."

Sharaya looks deeply into her friend's eyes, seeing within them an endless expanse of possibilities and horizons. "There are also dancing reds and gold of excitement and discovery."

"Aye." Replies Rose. "But let us not forget the contrasting blacks and grays, for surely they shall come again, but now... know us their place in the whole?"

Sharaya nods pensively. "They encircle each frame, every outline, giving definition and solidity to each moment, each gentle touch." As she speaks, Sharaya takes her hand from Rose's grasp and lays it tenderly upon her cheek.

Rose, in turn, covers Sharaya’s hand with her own. "Beyond... there are whites of purity, of complete sure knowledge, these too we shall share usually only after the blackest blacks have made their presence known."

"And in those times of deepest black is it not good to have faithful and loyal friends to turn to? People to rely upon for a kind word when the world would offer no such comfort?" asks Sharaya, her mind whirling as a tempest threatens to emerge once more, for Rose so innocently touches upon her desires, searing her longings without intention of letting the blaze burn. Rose is the unwitting puppeteer and Sharaya, the helpless marionette.

Smiling, her eyes full of oblivious love, Rose takes the hand still resting upon her cheek, which shall know much diversity on the paths yet to come, and places a sealing kiss upon each finger. "For the Black times; for the brilliance of the Whites; for the sharing of passions in every hue of red, yellow and orange; for the softness of the blues and greens; for always, as the colors of our lives shall be ordered and patterned after the rainbow. As we touch one another from afar, and from near... throughout this sphere and that to come."

Each tender kiss sends waves of fiery confirmation, of trust to Sharaya’s tender heart where they are welcomed openly. "Let us thus forever view the changing scenes." Gently Sharaya pulls away, her eyes glistening with denied emotions. Tamping them down with resolve, she replaces the stormy sea with one of forced mirth as she rises and walks a short distance to a tall oak. From behind its enormous base, she brings out a basket, which clearly shows an over abundance of food inside that pushes against the lid flaps in an attempt at escape. Rose laughs at the absurdity of so much food and questions her friend. "Expecting others, dear?"

Smiling Sharaya answers, "No, just wanted to have plenty variety and enough of each. Besides, I’m hungry!"

Rose closes her eyes, half-moons of lash brush against her cheeks, and inhales deeply of the rich fragrances surrounding them as they talk. "You are such a dear," she chuckles, "and a clown at times."

"Me? A clown?" Sharaya laughs lightly, her violet windows shining radiantly in the mid-morning light.

Joining in the laughter, Rose replies, "Aye. A court jester you would be if you were to ask."

Sharaya leans down and places a quick kiss upon Rose’s brow. "And you love me just the same when I am." She turns and skips over to a nearby lilac tree, taking from its bosom a sprig of blossoms and inhaling deeply of their sweetness.

Rose laughs merrily. "‘Tis a truth spoken, my dearest." She gathers up a blanket from the basket that now lies at her feet. She spreads it nicely amongst the daylilies, watching the woman cavort about like an adolescent girl, her eyes adoring every step, every nuance.

Sharaya, with the start of a bouquet in her tender hands, moves all around the meadow, adding to it lilies of the valley, daydream tulips, morning glories, forget-me-nots, pansies, snap dragons... her bouquet growing larger than her hands can contain. ‘My dearest… if only she knew the effect her endearments had on me.’ She cynically laughs at the thought while gathering her blossoms. Her heart dares to hope when her mind remains steadfast in the knowledge that Rose will forever see her as Sister, nothing more. With a sigh, Sharaya takes the flowers over and drops them upon her friend.

"Here... hold these will you?" Without waiting for a response, she continues searching for more flowers of exquisite softness, color, and beauty. Rose laughs musically, the flowers falling all around her. She gathers them up and arranges them according to hue, a soft rainbow of color moving across a palette.

Sharaya, still gathering, sings to herself. "June bells, juniper blossoms, and then an assortment of roses. A few stems from the silver vine, its scent to tickle our noses." She takes them back and adds them with the others before descending to the earth, gathering her white skirts about her.

Rose tenderly plucks a few fading leaves, a couple of insect freeloaders, and sets them on their merry journey. Sharaya her face shining a brilliant hue of red from her excursion, smiles, letting her breath come back to her lungs in short soft intakes. Rose pulls a craft of sparkling apple juice from the basket and offers it up in exchange for the array of blossoms. Sharaya gladly takes the proffered drink and sips of it lightly, savoring each delicious drop of the succulent nectar.

Rose begins to laugh softly as a tiny squirrel edges up to the blanket. She stills, watching the curious creature. Suddenly Sharaya giggles girlishly as a trickle of juice misses her tongue and cascades down her chin.

"Oops." She laughs as she wipes it off. Then turning to the squirrel she asks, "To you I am such a sight, am I not?" The animal swishes its tail in answer, and stands on its hind legs tipping its little head from side to side. Sharaya pulls from the ground near her a fallen acorn and, extending her hand, offers it to the squirrel.

"Are you hungry little one?" The squirrel runs away quickly, then stops and peers around the base of a tree. Sharaya chuckles, her voice lilting and dancing upon the breeze. "I guess not."

Rose laughs softly. Sharaya moves her gaze slowly to encompass her friend, drinking in her presence and beauty as she feels the outpouring of love from her heart and spirit. "Here," handing Rose the acorn, "you try."

Rose looks at the acorn, holding it in the palm of her hand, then smiles, replacing it in the center of Sharaya’s hand, which she holds forth by the wrist. She makes a clicking noise with her tongue and stills once more. Sharaya watches, curiously waiting as she holds very still and silent.

The squirrel looks curiously at the pair and ventures closer. It pauses, and then proceeds to run up Sharaya's leg, grabbing the nut before it hurries away with its treasure. A surprised and pleased laugh breaks forth from the silence as Sharaya instinctively grabs her leg, bringing it in closer to her. "That tickled, little one!" She calls after the squirrel. "Enjoy it!"

Together they share a moment of laughter before spreading out the contents of Sharaya’s overflowing basket. There is an assorted array of food, much of it being fruits, cheeses, and bread. As they each begin to partake, a caw is heard nearby from the branches of a spruce tree. Sitting still and majestic is a large raven, its eyes showing plainly its want of a portion of their little feast.

"It looks like we are not the only ones with appetites." Speaks Rose around a mouthful of cheese. "Too bad your feathered companion is not here to ensure the raven's good behavior."

Sharaya chuckles, "I think, dear, that we would have to worry about him coaxing the raven into an alliance." Casually she looks about her, searching the skies. "Where is Shadow anyway?" In answer, a sudden flapping of wings to her right brings the arrival of the majestic red-tailed hawk Shadow, as he lands expertly on one talon, his own lunch held firmly in the other. "So it is trout you hungered for, my feathered friend." She chuckles to him. "What a fine catch." His rare blue eyes blink at her with indifference though they cannot hide his mirth.

*A snack. * He speaks to her mind.

Sharaya laughs. "The first of many, I am certain." Shadow squawks at her irreverence then begins to devour his ‘snack’ with a voracious appetite. Again, the raven caws answered in kind by Shadow's curt yet clearly commanding screech. With a tremendous burst of wings and wind, the raven takes flight towards the mountains leaving the small company to finish in silence.

Having had her fill, Sharaya gracefully wipes off the juices and crumbs from her face as Shadow finishes his meal with an audible clicking of his beak in raptor satisfaction. He hops over to a fallen log that lies just beyond the water's edge and once settled sufficiently, lowers his head to rest it upon his cream-colored chest. Soon he is dozing quietly in the warm sunlight.

Sharaya and Rose glance at each other and together cover their mouths to stifle the laughter that wishes release. With a jerk of her head in the direction of the mountains, Sharaya beckons Rose to join her as she rises, smoothing out her skirts as they fall softly, billowing in the slight breeze.

"I'm feeling a bit warm." Sharaya says when they are a safe speaking distance away. "Care to join me in a swim at the waterfall?"

Smiling Rose shakes her head. "No. I'll just watch and comment on your style of strokes." Quickly she dodges the expected playful swat Sharaya attempts to deliver. They laugh brightly, their steps light and springy as they make their way to the waterfall that lies south of the mountains and west of the forest that encircles the meadow.

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Very nice story Shara.......waiting for more Wink

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Jumps up and down....wonderfully done...more more more

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Part Four

The wolf yawns as the sun reaches its zenith, the woman still sleeping within the cave. He leaves a moment, and then two... returns carrying a jackrabbit and a red fox. The rabbit he cautiously places at the girl's feet the fox he silently devours, cleaning the blood from his soft white fur. Stirring within, alerts him to the woman’s awakening. He retreats just enough so his form cannot be seen, but he stays near.

The woman stretches and yawns, her head raging in pain from the long night and short slumber. Thinking nothing of her mode of dress, only of the hunger that gnaws at her gut, she looks around for something to assuage it. She notes the offering, and picks it up by the ears. Using the dagger acquired last night, without question or pause, she deftly skins the beast. Striking steel to flint, she showers sparks on a bunch of the fresh straw from the night before. She then lays the meat on the flames, caring nothing for the burning. After peeling off the outer layer, and removing the entrails, she feasts on the breakfast, tossing bits away.

While the woman prepares and eats her meal, the wolf watches the forest intently, alert for any danger. Suddenly his ears perk at a soft sound and he quietly moves to investigate. Having found a chipmunk to play with he bats it around for a time. He pauses and sniffs the air, watching the smoke billow forth from the cave. He blinks his eyes then leaves the rodent and returns to stand at the entrance, allowing him to be seen should the woman venture out.

Letting the straw burn low, she does indeed exit the cave and into the freshness of the afternoon air. The wolf watches her walk toward him, still unaware of his presence, he moves back, unwilling to cause alarm in her. Catching the movement with now sharp eyes, she notes the wolf and takes a stance, dagger poised. At her reaction, he shakes his head, lies upon the earth, and rolls over offering her his throat in a sign of submission. Quickly she puts away the dagger, and kneels by the animal, laughing.

"Well, you are an odd one." She says as she scratches his throat, watching his leg cycle in enjoyment. He playfully bats her hand away, rolls, and stands, his eyes showing a glimmer of embarrassment. Shaking the dust from his coat, he stares into her eyes, his emerald ones burrowing into her soul.

The woman remains crouched, watching the animal curiously, this one quite different from others she has encountered. His soul-searching gaze unnerves her and she looks away before standing.

"Well... thanks for the breakfast, anyway."

The wolf blinks and shakes his head, knowing the girl has yet to understand. The woman stands back, simply watching the animal, her fingers caressing the hilt of her dagger thoughtfully. The wolf sharply whirls his head towards a nearby sound, letting go of a low growl, and charges into the brush.

The woman lets out a low whistle, wondering why the animal took off. The guttural sound of a man crying out reaches her ears, the wolf howls. She warily readies herself with the dagger, pulling the cape up over her head, shrouding her slight figure. The wolf comes to the edge of the brush, looking at her, a smear of blood upon his maw. He waits as if expecting her to come to him. She does so and follows behind the animal, who because he first gave his trust, earned hers.

He leads the woman a short distance away to the fallen body of a man wholly dressed in the black of an assassin, his nearby crossbow lies broken. Amazed at the animal's understanding, she rolls the man over, the symbol of the sun emblazoned on his breast.

"It's one of them boy." She says, as she kicks some dirt over the body then pats his head gratefully, a bond struck. The wolf looks upon the man and growls. Looking to her, their eyes meeting in silent communication, he nuzzles her hand then turns back to the man and using his snout, seems to search within the confines of the man's cloak. "Something of interest boy?" she asks, curious over his actions.

He looks up at her as if asking for her aid in the search. Complying, she kneels beside the body, thinking nothing of its humanity, no more, than if it were simply a person she just ran into. The wolf paws at a vest underneath the cloak, unable to get inside it. Following his lead she reaches in, the body still warm from the draining. Her searching fingers find a stone of pale white upon a leather rope. The wolf growls and sniffs at it then shakes his head in disgust. She pats his head reassuringly.

"What's the matter boy?" she asks as she holds up the odd-looking stone spinning on the rope. As it spins, a barely visible rune carved upon the stone catches the light of the sun. The wolf snorts at the stone but nudges it towards her when she attempts to lay it upon the ground. Not knowing why, she places the stone in her belt pouch and moves away from the body, gaining nothing more from it. The wolf leads her towards the cave then around it, to the east circumventing a great mountain chain that stretches far to the south.

"And just where are we going?" she asks the beast not really expecting an answer. The wolf stops and looks from her to deep within the woods and back again to see if she understands. She whistles softly. "In there?" she questions disbelieving. The wolf nods his head and begins to walk deeper into the woods. "Well since I've nowhere else to go at the moment I'll follow." She pats her pouch absently, still curious about the stone that lies within, and begins to walk into the woods and whatever lies in wait.

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Location: Mountains of Utah
Part Five (for those interested)

The sky is a light turquoise, void of clouds. It acts as a background for the myriad of birds that soar and dance upon the wind. The sparrows dart about with swift accuracy, whilst higher up, two golden eagles glide through an intricate dance, romancing each other and communing with the Sun. To the left of them, on a lower plane of air, is a trio of doves, lacing the air as if to braid its flowing strands. The rest of the sky teems with larks, wrens, hawks and a number of other birds.

As the two friends reach the waterfall at the head of the stream, which leads to the lake, Sharaya pulls off her simple white dress to reveal soft cotton shirt and shorts underneath. Rose quietly sits upon the shore as Sharaya climbs to the top of the falls and then, once at the right spot, dives into the pool below. As Sharaya swims to shore, Rose can see clearly upon her face the exhilaration she experienced at free fall.

Rising out of the water Sharaya wipes her eyes clear and begins to laugh brightly. Before Rose can stop her, Sharaya shakes her head, whipping her wet hair about so that thousands of droplets splatter Rose generously. As Rose cries out in playful dismay, Sharaya turns to climb once more.

Suddenly she lurches forward falling into the pool. As she breaks the surface to breathe, she hears laughter from the shore. Turning, she splashes at Rose, paying her back for pushing her into the water. Holding her hands up, palms outward in a sign of surrender, Rose tries desperately to catch her breath. Sharaya swims backward towards the falls allowing her own breath to return. She stops at the edge of the falls' mist and looks back at Rose. With her auburn hair falling wistfully past her shoulders, her rainbow eyes sparkling in the sunlight Rose looks sweetly beautiful. Sharaya counts herself lucky to have such a friend. Though she wishes for more, right now she is content to let what is, be.

She swims back to shore and climbs out looking about for her dress, wanting to cover her wet body so as not to catch a chill in the afternoon breeze. Unable to find it, she gives up and moves to Rose's side. A soft smile alighting, Rose reaches towards Sharaya and wipes an errant strand of hair from her face, letting her fingers trail down her cheek, causing an involuntary shiver in her friend. Thinking it to be a chill, she laughs and then points to a tree branch where dangles Sharaya's white dress. Smiling, Sharaya rises once again to retrieve it, yet instead of donning the dress, she towels herself with it.

Together they sit at the water's edge in silence. As Rose watches the waterfall turn to mist, Sharaya watches her, memorizing each curve of her face, every brightness, and shadow that defines her features. Rose turns to face Sharaya and smiles seeing the look of love and admiration upon her face. Reaching up she lightly strokes Sharaya's now damp hair, delighting in its softness, wondering at the stirrings in her heart. Sharaya in turn closes her eyes, enjoying the touch as it sooths and comforts. She then lays back upon the earth, her eyes closed in the hopes of catching a quick nap in the warm sun, to dream of what she cannot have. Rose lightly touches Sharaya's cheek with the back of her hand. Quizzically, Sharaya opens then shades her eyes to see Rose smiling down at her. "What?" she asks.

"Nothing really," replies Rose. "I’m just enjoying the moment of calm and the look of contentment upon your face."

"Is it truly such a rare sight?" Sharaya asks playfully.

"Lately, yes it is." Rose says softly, her fingers tracing the healed scar on Sharaya's face. Sharaya reaches up and lays her hand upon Rose's, gently pressing it to her.

"That is all past us now. Let's not dig up that which is dead." Still guilty Rose nods in agreement, and tenderly leans down, placing a kiss upon Sharaya's brow.

"Never again will I do thee harm." She whispers.

"I know." Sharaya confirms. Taking a moment, she gazes into Rose’s eyes, searching for that one glimmer. Surprised by what she sees, Sharaya carefully reaches for Rose, only to be denied when Rose breaks eye contact and scans the horizon. With a deep yet quiet sigh, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, lulled by the rhythm of the waterfall and the pounding of her tormented heart. Several pensive moments later, Rose turns to watch her friend slumber. Sorrow etches her face as her hand comes to rest lightly on Sharaya’s chest. With tears beginning to fall she whispers, “I’m sorry. I cannot give you what you desire.”

For many months now, Rose has become aware of Sharaya’s growing desire to be more than friends, more than sisters of the soul. She has been ever grateful that Sharaya has not pressed the issue, but accepts that Rose may never reciprocate those feelings. Yes, she loves her, admires her, and trusts her with all that she is, but the life she leads is not one meant for such entanglements. Her heart belongs to many and cannot settle on just one no matter how much she may long to. Yet, Rose knows that each tender moment she shares with her friend, only torments Sharaya more. Unfortunately, for the both of them, she cannot stop herself. Her heart dictates her actions and though she may intend them to be innocent affirmations of love, she has no control over how they are interpreted.

Looking back to the waterfall, Rose embraces the thunderous cascade that echoes within her soul and quietly weeps as the day begins to pass slowly, unnoticed about them.

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Post Sun Jun 17, 2007 2:15 am 
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very nice, shara... please continue.

just one comment.

"That is all passed us now. Let's not dig up that which is dead."

be careful when using "passed". in that sentence, it should be "past", as in put it in the past. "passed" means something else, "it has passed me by" for instance or "i passed a stranger on the road". as opposed to "i went past a stranger on the road" or "i have travelled many roads in the past".

otherwise very good style.

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Great catch, Ghost! Thanks a bunch for offering the feedback I know this piece needs. It's wonderful that folks like it well enough, but I sure could use more comments like yours, otherwise I might believe it's perfect and I KNOW that's not true! Laughing

Take care and I'll have it edited before your next read.

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Shara,

I am very much enjoying this wonderful story, Looking forward to reading more.

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Thank you so, much, Shanelvr. I'm thrilled you and others like this little offering of mine. It's been over ten years in the making and this is the first time it's seen the light of day. I truly hope, when it's finished, all those that have read it, will consider it worth the decade. Laughing

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i really enjoyed this shara...particularly the way part 3 was written...beautiful...hope to see more soon Very Happy

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