The Falling of TearsA Story by RachaelNot done yet.. what do you think? Suggestions for editing?
Previous Version This is a previous version of The Falling of Tears. And this day, unlike all the rest, was overcast and lifeless. The legend begins as most of them do, with a girl and her father, an almost inseparable two.
You see, it begins in an era before nearly all can remember, only these fables can enlighten us on how things evolved.
The story commenced before that rainy day arrived, when this girl and her dad lived a most content life. She grew up within the most powerful place imaginable; a palace for the supernatural beings and their families. Her dad, nonetheless, was the supreme ruler of everyone and everything - no matter how big or how small. He created the earth and the ocean, the sky and the water, the trees and the waves, the grass and the seaweed; but what you and I see today on land is far from what was seen then. Before she was born, the trees and plants were bare, with not a leaf in sight. People were so ignorant to this concept, for they never experienced it in their life
But nevertheless, as soon as she was born, leaves began to appear on every plant imaginable. Her mother and father first saw a rosy pink face and quickly decided the perfect name for their child: Rosie. As most tales go, sadness accompanies happiness. On Rosie’s seventh birthday, her loving mother unexpectedly passed away. The two, father and daughter, continued to live their lives, always with a hole in their torn hearts.
As the years continued on, Rosie and her father were always curious, always pondering where the leaves came from. Of course, if you remember, her father had created everything else in the world, making him especially inquisitive.
Upon turning the age of thirteen, Rosie developed a new sense of independence. She began to wander around the palace, finding new alcoves and learning new things. Even so, Rosie quickly grew out of the confined and overly-protected building. She yearned for more experiences and new things to learn. As time passed, she plotted a way to get around the palace guards and escape to freedom. A few months later, her plan was finally finished. Finally, Rosie would be able to travel outside and discover what her true purpose in life is.
One night, after everyone in the palace was fast asleep, she executed the plan: duck under windows, tip toe around doors, climb all the way up to the top floor, and then scale the building. Such a dangerous task, yet her heart was urging her to do.
Finally, Rosie touched ground once again. She began on her voyage, not knowing where it would take her. She roamed the rolling hills, walked through the open valleys, and days later, she came upon a small village a long way away from her home.
This was the day of lifelessness; the day of rain and gloom. “Something feels different,” she heard herself whisper; and even in that quite voice, it broke the eerie silence which filled the air. The difference, though, she did not know. As Rosie continued to walk slowly into the town, she noticed the emptiness. Empty homes, empty stores, empty streets.
Then, without any notice, appeared a wolf. His hair gray and shimmery, like an old man, emanating an aura of wisdom, with bright blue eyes that were impossible to look away from. They seemed fierce, as though they could gaze right through you. Rosie stared at him and he stared right back as his eyes pierced hers. They experienced a connection, as if they had known each other for years. He seemed familiar, yet at the same time verging on the most perfect stranger.
Slowly, step by step, they edged closer to each other. Out of nowhere, she heard a voice; deep, like something out of a frightening story one would read. Rosie looked around, curious, and then found herself again gazing into the wolf’s eyes. The voice sounded again. “I know you,” he said. “Do not be frightened. To me you are Rosalie, and forever shall be.”
Rosie was scared out of her mind, for why wouldn’t she be? She asked the wolf in a stuttered voice, “How... how do you know me?” He replied in the same esoteric voice, “I have known you since before you knew yourself. I have known your destiny; I have known we would meet on this day.” Her reply in a voice shakier than before, was that the wolf had not answered her question. They continued their discussion in the abandoned town, never moving closer, never sitting, never blinking.
Rosie found out that everything she had done, her exploring and escaping the castle, had been her destiny and what the wolf set out for her to do. Confused for a moment, she said nothing, the town back to its eerie and silent nature. The most stunning was the wolf’s next words which broke the silence.
He said in the calmest of voices, “You created the leaves.” Completely perplexed, Rosie responded, “What.. What do you mean I created the leaves? How can that be possible?” she disputed. The wolf went on to explain how when she was born, each tear drop any person or animal shed would transform into a leaf. He was sent by Rosie’s dad, creator of all, to meet with Rosie and inform her on the importance she played in the role of life on earth. The last thing the wolf told Rosie was that it was their role to travel across the world, to tell every animal and human not to be afraid to cry. That it is ok and will help the earth when they do, and finally, to only let others know her as Rosalie, for Rosie was only a name her family and closest friends could know her as.
One may wonder how the wolf was sent by Rosie’s father. After all, weren’t they trying to help each other figure out where leaves came from? © 2010 RachaelAuthor's Note
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