On to Shiroko

I will forever remember that evening, as the sun slowly sank into the obis of

misty fog, as I began my journey, by foot, to Shiroko City, approximately fifty miles

away. I had overheard that it had transformed into a rather prosperous city since the

past few years. Although I have also heard that the mountains held terrible snow

storms and such, I believed that I would arrive at Shiroko before terrible weather

would rear its ugly face, causing me to slow my progress to a minimum. However,

I had been mistaken for while up in the glorious mountains, I found myself caught in a

disastrous blizzard. If it weren’t for a young man with midnight black hair and a

welcoming smile upon his face, I would have never understood the delicate gift of

love. While hiking up in the mountains, a bit after the storm, he found me under a

pile of fresh, early winter snow. When I woke from the seemingly endless sleep, I found myself

wrapped in a soft, warm blanket. I quickly sat up, however, just as quickly lye back down for a

sudden pain in my right arm fired up. I cried out and as I did so the young man came to my aid.

I shoved him away only to hit my injured limb against the bare wall. He looked at me with his

gentle eyes full of concern, yet I turned away from him. Over the next few days, I still wouldn’t

allow him to touch me or my injury. I ate from what I had brought for my trip. When my strength

had somewhat returned, I started spending much of my time alone outside. One day, while I sat

upon a large boulder, daydreaming as usually, he strolled up from behind. “Is it alright if I sit here?”

he asked innocently, motioning to a part of the boulder. I nodded my head slowly. At first there had

been only the sound of a light wind against the small amount of pine trees. “You know, I always

loved the mountains...” he told me. A falcon flew overhead.

“Whoa! It’s a falcon!” I cried.

“What? You like falcons too?” he asked me excitedly. “Yeah! I love them....” I cried, my words dying off.

I noticed he had nudged closer while we had been talking.

“I haven’t been acting that respectful to you have I? I feel like a fool,” I told him. He accepted my

apology, but it still didn’t feel right. Little did I know that over the next few weeks I would learn how

important love really is. I spent most of my time outside, gathering firewood so we wouldn’t freeze and

snow to heat for water. One chilly morning, while I had been asleep, he had gone off somewhere.

When I had found a note he left me, it said, “ I thought you were sick of my over-salted meat so I’m off

to fish. Be back by sundown . “ At that moment, I realized how much he had cared for me so I decided

to repay him for his many gifts. I worked extremely hard all day long, chopping and cutting, scraping

and needing, and as the sun set, I became satisfied with my hard work. When the young man

arrived back with a pail full of fish, he had been surprised of my handy work. “ I can’t believe it!

This is all for me?” he exclaimed.

“Yeah. I thought I’d make it up to you. Now there’s plenty of firewood and a bunch to eat,” I replied. We

had a great meal of rolls, croissants, bread, and fish. Afterwards, everything seemed to change. When

he went hunting, I joined him. When he cooked, I assisted him. When he felt upset, I comforted him.

Though these times we spent together had been the greatest, it had come to the time for me to go.

That day had been the most upsetting day of all. The day before I had packed up my belongings and

now the time had come. At first it had been all tears for we cried until our muscles ached and our eyes

were cried dry. Then, without me noticing until it had been to late, he wrapped his arms around me and

held me for what seemed like ages. I finally understood the fact that now, this young man with midnight

black hair loved me. I promised him that I would return and then turned only to discover that my legs

would not move. It seemed like I now belonged to the mountain now, that I lived there. Then, I

understood my destiny. I ran back, back to my home to be, back to the warmth of the fire, back to my

loved one and he held me once again in his welcoming arms and he smiled.

This was written 11/28/01 and I finally decided to post this to see what people think of it
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