Ovolon lived under a tree
just at the edge of the greenless meadow. His tree was wrinkled and
unblossomed and no nests had been built on it. In fact, birds were by
years now, gone.
The girl with the magical
hair lived under a tree just at the other edge of the greenless
meadow. Her tree was also in no good shape. This one though, had a
little hummingbird nest. And the little blue inhabitant rarely flew
away.
Winters passed and the
meadow was covered in snow up where the eye can see. In the nights
with no rains or snowfalls, with no clouds and the big moon blazing
the field alight, all the stars could be seen. These nights, both
Ovolon and the girl would look up the sky.
She would see goddesses
with white horses running across the glittering meadow and strange
animals with long tusks and worm bodies emerging from the deeps
battling with them. Devouring them.
He would see himself as a
warrior armed with a wooden club walking across the meadow. Inside
the misty night, alone, looking for somewhere to hide from the cold.
The little hummingbird
would close it's eyes and curl up inside it's mudtwiged house on the
top of the tree. It would sleep for sometime.
In the springs the meadow
never blossomed. Sometimes they would both close their eyes and let
the mellow breeze cuddle their faces. They would vision the blue sea
coming far from the meadow, merging with the golden sunbeams, turning
all green and dressed up in odoriferous flowers. But then, they would
open their eyes again and witness the cracks and scorches of the soil
caused by the terrible winter. They would continue to look around
with sleepy faces, not really seeing anything, just daydreaming of
the summer.
The little bird waited
for the times until the spring rains, when a tiny red worm would come
up from the roots of the girl's tree. It would fly down and pick it
with it's beak, bring it up its nest and eat for some days. That
harsh behavior of the bird always made the girl with the magical hair
sad for some days.
Then one spring,
something unexpected happened.
The bird had just
finished eating the last of his meal, and with confidence and
potential on it's wings, flew off the girl's tree towards the
greenless meadow.
The girl saw the reaction
of the bird, and although she wasn't surprised, inside her woke a
desire to follow it. A wave of curiousness rolled from the top of her
head, through her long curly hair, down to her naked toes. So, she
decided to put on her orange gumboots and take her magical hair away
from her comfortable tree and on the prying bird's tail.
The bird flew over and
across the meadow in an erratic route, its wings flapping like a
fly's and buzzing as it drew circles in the air. The girl followed
running in a breezy tempo hopscotching from time to time to pass
around the bigger stones.
The sky was painted a
kind of light purple as it has been the last few days around this
time. She knew this always happened, especially on Plum Mondays of
Second Chances, and it was a pretty rare phenomenon which formed
deadlines and pushed future until one was to take initiative.
Interesting times at the least, she considered.
They passed around places
she knew and had visited in the past, places where she enjoyed
herself and learned things, and other places which scared her and
scarred her. Those places taught her even more things.
After a while they
reached an upward slope which ended in a small clearing. On top of it
stood an old tree that was leaning in a way, she thought, resembling
and old hunching man with one hand on the floor and the other on his
waist, why the roots bent highly above the ground in twisted
formations. There was also a small wooden table and a chair. A vivid
flame was burning nearby and a hanged pot of lamented unbison stew,
by the smell of it, bubbled and filled the air with hungriness.
She noticed the bird
sitting on top of the tree and at the same time someone emerging from
the shadowy hollows at the base of it.
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