The Lost Two

By M.N.R.G. a.k.a. greenbug67

Prologue

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I was sad.

Bankiwir flew away.

No more cloudy voice in the corner, the voice that called to us comfort and a little sane reason.

She told us to stop searching for answers like lunatics. She told us to sit and think the way all born creatures ought.

And for a while, we did.

Marcus and Bella said, "We relent," in their smooth prophetic voices. Tall Bella would walk outside and look at the sky and say, "It will rain."

Bankiwir looked at her with ice-blue eyes.

And Bella quickly added, "If those clouds stay."

And Bankiwir smiled as she drank the spring milk.

Marcus would sit down in the hay and sigh, his golden head thrown into his hands. He said no one knew when Palla's baby would walk.

And Bankiwir smiled.

But Bankiwir flew off, away, far away, and I was sad.