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Letters to Emmy
"Dear Emmy"
19th of Rosa, Snowfall
It’s cold in the forest; much colder than the place I come from. So cold it’s like ice. We rarely get ice in my homelands. We only get falling leaves and dew. Sometimes the little ones go out really early to chase the winged ones and lick up the morning water off the grass blades. It’s fun to watch, so I do. From my hut I see them running about, chasing each other, watching the sunrise up from the hills surrounding our village. It’s so warm there. When you live in such a place, it’s hard to get used to an area so chilly. One time, Mama told me it gets so cold up north that little white pebbles fall from the sky. I know she was right now, since I live up in the north, the ice regions. But she was also wrong in a way; they are not pebbles, they’re much too soft to be pebbles. I asked a man at the market what they were when I first came to this forest. For a moment he looked at me weird then said, “It’s snow!” Snow. But I still didn’t know what snow was. So I asked him. Another odd look I got from that man, but he still answered back. “Snow is rain that is frozen up in the sky. It falls down is little bits of the ice the raindrops formed. When the full ice comes down, it’s called hail.”
I wanted to know what hail looks like. I wished I did. Now I realize that was a mistake. My first hailstorm was terrible! Big, fist-sized balls of ice came shooting out of the sky. They hurt when they hit your head. After that, I promised myself never to wish for hail again. Even though it’s tough getting through winters here in the forest, it’s not all that bad. I made a few friends at the market. Their names are Cesia and Onyx. Cesia told me she came from the mountains. You can see the outlines of them through the snow and fog if you try really hard. When she asked me where I was from, I told her, “The Summer.” She just laughed at that. I don’t see why, though. That’s the first name I thought of…you see, my village has no name. We never needed one, because no one ever asked. Mostly because no one that left ever came back. Mama told me and Emmy it was because the big bad bears at the edge of the prairies got them, but we were never sure. For long nights we whispered about it. Emmy always thought it was because they found true love and went off together with their mates to never be seen again. Eugh. I told her it was because they were tired of the same old place, same old people, same old routine. So they left our place, in search of a new one where they could get a fresh start. Begin a new life. “Eugh!” she said to me, “That’s so not it! True love is what they left for!” I miss Emmy.
Onyx is from many places. She’s sort of like me, I guess. Her places have no names. But she remembers what they are. She came from a prairie once, and a desert and a jungle. And you know what she said? She told us there were elves in the jungles! And trolls in the deserts! Dwarves in the prairies! When she said that, both Cesia and me wanted to go so badly! Cesia wanted to know more about the trolls in the deserts. Onyx said they were colorful, green and purple and black. They are aggressive, they almost killed her. But she made a deal with them. She would trade some of her magical health potions if they would spare her life. Then Onyx smiled. “They weren’t really magic, you see. They were just cactus milk I brought on the way!” We all got a good laugh at that. She said she left before they found out. “I’m sure they were delighted when they discovered your secret, Onyx!” Cesia guffawed. She couldn’t stop laughing! I literally had to yell over her voice to get Onyx to hear me. “What about the elves?” The elves, she said, were the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen. Their hair was almost as colorful as the trolls’ stone-hard skin. Some had red-heads, some snow white, some chestnut colored, and some blond like mine. “They are very musical,” she told me. “The play the flute, lute, drums, and hums!” Onyx is good with rhymes. “Some of them are very kind, but others not so kind. One of them, oh, one of them is just terrible! She never stops complaining! She thinks the whole world loathes her! Her mother said her name is…hmm…Anisa! That’s it!” Her face took on an annoyed look. I could just imagine that girl. Even her name sounded frustrating. Onyx also said they lived among the Nymphs. Nymphs are beautiful, more beautiful than the elves. Or at least, that’s what Onyx told me. She said they live in air and water both, and can transform into creatures of the sea. They sound magnificent.
I loved hearing stories from the elders back at home. They told tales of adventure and myths about the stars and how Luna and Sola met to create our world. They told of our ancestors, the Valayng who roamed the land in fear of Garrak, who had slain the rest of man-kind and was searching for the Valayng so that they may be wiped from the face of our Ola. It was exciting to even be sitting in front of our Tellers. They were the wise ones, the eldest members of the village who knew all the secrets. Emmy and I always dreamt of becoming one when we got older. Now I guess I’ll never know if I will.
It was almost night after we’d finished hearing the story of Luna and Sola, and how they left Ola in search of a new world where violence was not in existence. If Ola did not fix its ways, then Luna and Sola would take another world and leave Ola defenseless. I’d heard it a thousand times before, but the way the Tellers spoke it gets you in a trance. I saw the hut in the distance. I was pretty sure I also saw Emmy sitting out on the first step of the entrance door. That’s when the hands flashed, masks appeared. And time slowed down as they pulled her off the steps, carried her down the street, and I ran to save her. What they wanted with her, nobody will know now. They died before anyone could ask. Before I could kill them myself. Because they took my Emmy from me, and I would never forgive anyone for that. So that’s why I left our place, me and Emmy’s. I travel through the prairies and deserts and jungles to the forest. I know I wanted to believe Onyx and her stories, but I know that tales are never truth. There are no trolls, no Nymphs, no elves, and no dwarves because they took my Emmy. Nothing can be truth without faith. My faith died long ago, the moment her life flashed out of her beautiful, beautiful emerald eyes. Her smooth face, her golden hair. When she feel into her last sleep is when my faith died. Mama told me to move on, so I did. Even though I couldn’t let my mind move forward, I let my body. Separated my body from hers, but not my mind. This is why I’m writing you this note, so that our minds can never separate, but our bodies can. When I finally sleep as you did, and I let my mind and body go, we can finally be together. Heart, and mind, and body, and soul. Finally.
Together.
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