A warm breeze flows through the open windows...silence with no one around. Rainbow warriors deep in sleep. Night sits on the rocker and gathers the
fairies and pixies around. No, this is not a part of our normal story, just me being here alone and having a bit of fun.
Many, many moons ago, there lived a wise and elderly woman. Her hair was long and white as snow with a rare red feather. She lived apart from all
others. Many of the village people were frightened of her because she seemed so strange. They often wondered why she lived in isolation, but no one
was brave enough to ask her. She wore long dresses and her bangle bracelets jingled as she walked. Her rings were exquisite with fancy scroll work and
There were rumors of strange things going on in the women's cabin deep in the woods when one would venture through. The village hunters would pass by
and each day they noticed something different, exotic flowers everywhere where there were none before, a brook with peeping frogs and colorful fish
that were not there before.
With great caution they came to her home and peered into the windows to see the elderly woman talking to herself and mixing potions with oils and
herbs. There seemed to be some sort of alter with many little candles and beautiful bouquets of various flowers and ferns. Instantly she turned to the
win dow. The men ran and didn't stop until they were at a great distance.
One day a little girl of around 10 years of age decided she wanted to meet the old woman as she had no fear. She walked casually up to the door and
knocked. At first she was met with silence and knocked again. Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm. Startled she turned and saw it was none other than
the elderly woman with deep wrinkles and knarled hands. "I am Sarah". said the child. The old woman smiled warmly. "I am Aniya, caretaker of the
ancient and magical forest and it is a pleasure to meet you child. Would you like to come in and talk a while? I have many stories to tell if you
would be so kind as to listen."
They held hands and entered the house. Sarah was charmed by Aniya's soft and enchanting voice. "How is this forest magical? Why didn't anyone ever
know about it? she asked. Aniya smiled, took a deep breath and uttered a single word. "Fear." Sarah knitted her brows together in confusion. "Fear?"
"Aniya patted Sarah's hand. "Child, there are amazing things here in the ancient forest. Things that would fill you with wonder and awe. The plants,
the animals, they all have their tales to tell. There are wondrous energies here that you could learn to use. Others could have realized these things
long ago, experienced these things and grown in spirit and lived a peaceful and magical life, but because I was different than any of them, they
feared me and they feared this place. You will go and tell your people that fear has kept them from a beautiful and fulfilling life." Aniyah held the
child's hand and smiled one last time. Her head dropped forward and then she was gone.
Sarah was deeply saddened by the old woman's passing, but excited to share what she had learned and quickly returned home to her people. She spoke of
the gentle old woman who lived in the woods and of wondrous things they would discover together. A soft summer wind blew and slowly, a red feather
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