The Sky and the Roses

The Little Watson Girl's Dreams on Paper

votey thing May 24, 2010

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Title: Lyli

Female Lead Character: Lyli, the daughter of the Sun god and a mortal storm bringer.

Male lead character: Wanderer, a boy from the race known as the heartless, a race of people with no emotions.

Supporting Female character: There isn’t one ☺

Supporting Male character: Ryder, a werewolf in his middle ages who helps Lyli and Wanderer in their fight for life and especially helps Wanderer learn who he is.

Setting: A fictional world, on an island trapped by darkness.

Quotes:
-She wasn’t the kind of girl who often cried, she thought it was a silly waste of good water and that there was enough salt water in the ocean and girls did not need to act as faucets to provide more.- chapter 3 page 7

– Neither Lyli nor Wanderer had made a habit of eating their friends.- (this makes more sense in context ;D) chapter 5, page 12

-The whole trapped-in-time thing was not exactly Lyli’s cup of tea.- chapter 5 page 13

-“You can sleep first if you like, since you lent me your bed last night.”
“Okay.” Without another word Wanderer slumped against an oar and began to snore.
“Wow. That was fast.” Chapter 5 page 13

Opening Line: There is much whispering if a baby is born and does not cry, but if a baby is born and sleeps, folks shake their heads and say ‘tis black fortune for the mother. That was how it was with the baby born to dark-haired Amaya, storm-bringer.

Best literary devices:
My best one is a Flashback: check out the abnormally short chapter 7. (the whole thing is a flashback)

Best comedy/Comedic moment:
My book really has no comedy… sad I know, but true

Best drama/dramatic moment: Lightning forked across the sky lighting up the pale, scarred face of a man. He was alone at the edge of the woods. Good. He needed to be alone. He didn’t want anyone to be hurt.
The moon split the clouds and its fragile beams struck the man in the eyes. The pain started, spreading from his green eyes to the tips of his fingers. He clenched his hands, and closed his eyes, begging for release.
A gasp.
The man turned, and saw a child, an innocent boy, peering out from behind a tree.
“No!”
Not the child, not the boy, please, anyone but the boy!
“Daddy?” the boys voice was hesitant, his green eyes wide with fear.
“Run! Please, run!” the pain was intense now, like fire coursing through his veins. Had it always hurt this much?
The boy looked confused, and he took a hesitant step forward.
“Go! Run to your mother, please!” in a moment he would lose control and the boy… the boy…
He began to change.
“Daddy!” the boy screamed, and began running towards the man, trying to help, only trying to help.
“NO!” but the word was only a howl, and the world went dark for the man.
The boy was alone with a monster.
“Daddy?” his voice broke, and changed into a terrified scream as the monster before him lunged.
Teeth.
Fangs.
Blood.
Tears.
Daddy.
Gone.

Best Mystery/suspenseful moment: “So you think it’s the same night?”
“Does it even matter?”
“Oh, yes. It matters very much.”
In an instant, Wanderer was on his feet with his dagger in his hand. Lyli turned slowly, fear turning her heart to ice. The man who had spoken leaned against a nearby tree, looking at her and Wanderer. He held no weapon, brandished no flaming sticks, wielded no sword, but he didn’t look afraid.

Best Fantasy/science fiction: the whole story could be called fantasy/science fiction

Best illustrator (list of link to your pics): I don’t have pictures for my story, sorry

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Chapter 7

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilwatsongirl @ 8:15 pm

Lightning forked across the sky lighting up the pale, scarred face of a man. He was alone at the edge of the woods. Good. He needed to be alone. He didn’t want anyone to be hurt.
The moon split the clouds and its fragile beams struck the man in the eyes. The pain started, spreading from his green eyes to the tips of his fingers. He clenched his hands, and closed his eyes, begging for release.
A gasp.
The man turned, and saw a child, an innocent boy, peering out from behind a tree.
“No!”
Not the child, not the boy, please, anyone but the boy!
“Daddy?” the boys voice was hesitant, his green eyes wide with fear.
“Run! Please, run!” the pain was intense now, like fire coursing through his veins. Had it always hurt this much?
The boy looked confused, and he took a hesitant step forward.
“Go! Run to your mother, please!” in a moment he would lose control and the boy… the boy…
He began to change.
“Daddy!” the boy screamed, and began running towards the man, trying to help, only trying to help.
“NO!” but the word was only a howl, and the world went dark for the man.
The boy was alone with a monster.
“Daddy?” his voice broke, and changed into a terrified scream as the monster before him lunged.
Teeth.
Fangs.
Blood.
Tears.
Daddy.
Gone.

 

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Lyli’s eyes opened, and she wondered if she had slept at all. The sun had not yet risen, or perhaps it had risen and sunk again.
She rolled onto her side and found herself nose-to-nose with a sleeping Wanderer. She pulled away, startled. His eyes fluttered open.
“Is it the same night or the next?” he asked, sitting up and yawning.
“I haven’t any clue. I was hoping you knew.”
He shook his head. “I think it must be the next night though, since I feel like I’ve slept for quite a while.”
“So do I, but that makes no sense, I always wake up when the sun comes up. Always.”
“So you think it’s the same night?”
“Does it even matter?”
“Oh, yes. It matters very much.”
In an instant, Wanderer was on his feet with his dagger in his hand. Lyli turned slowly, fear turning her heart to ice. The man who had spoken leaned against a nearby tree, looking at her and Wanderer. He held no weapon, brandished no flaming sticks, wielded no sword, but he didn’t look afraid.
He was tall, in about his late thirties, with dark hair, a dirty worker’s tunic, and green eyes that had an interesting steely glint that was almost silver, but not quite.
He looked directly at Lyli, his steely green eyes hitting her with a force she could almost feel, and asked “Do you speak human?”
Lyli studied him for a moment, swallowed, and then nodded.
He nodded back and then turned to Wanderer. “Do you?”
Wanderer only watched him, his blonde hair in his face, his knife held tightly.
Lyli spoke for him. “He speaks wolf. Only wolf.”
The man nodded. Then he surprised Lyli by holding out a hand to Wanderer, and introducing himself. In wolf.
“I’m Ryder. I’m guessing you’re a Heartless, since you have those eyes, but what’s your name, son?”
Wanderer didn’t take the hand but introduced himself as well.
The man, Ryder, then turned to Lyli. “And… do you prefer I use wolf or human to speak to you?”
“Wolf. I’d rather Wanderer would understand you as well.”
Wanderer nodded.
“As you wish. Now tell me, who are you? While this Wanderer boy has the blue eyes of the heartless, your eyes are… golden?”
Lyli wasn’t about to share her life story with some random guy who happened to speak wolf. “Yeah, they are, aren’t they? Who are you? Where are we?”
The man shifted on his feet, and looked unhappy. “I am sorry for you, that you ended up here. It should not have happened to two so young.”
“What should not have happened to us? What are you talking about?”
“I mean that it is unfortunate that you landed here, since now you are here…” he sighed, “you can’t leave.”
Wanderer glanced at the shore, and at their boat, tied nearby. “Are you going to stop us if we try?”
The man looked at wanderer with an age-old sadness etched in his face. A look of so much heartache and pain that for a moment, Lyli felt like she was the one hurting, not this man before her, with his ragged haircut and green eyes.
“I will not stop you.”
Without another word, Wanderer turned to face the shore again, and began walking. He did not get more than five steps before he seemed to hit an invisible barrier. He kicked experimentally, and then whimpered in pain as his foot hit something Lyli could not see.
After a moment, he turned back to Lyli, “I can’t go any further.”
Lyli resisted the urge to roll her eyes and say ‘duh.’ Instead she turned to the man, Ryder, who still stood in the shadows, watching with that same, sad expression.
Lyli’s throat was closed with fear, and she discovered that wolf speech was impossible when she was in such a state. “What did you do?” she reverted to human.
“It’s not something I have done, it’s the island. If I could somehow help you get off this land, I would. I have been here for twenty years, in eternal night.”
“Why?”
Wanderer was looking back and forth from one to the other, not understanding, but not confused. It was so odd to see a boy who clearly did not understand but was not confused.
“The island is cursed. It is never day, and once you come here, you can never leave, as your friend just discovered.” He gestured towards wanderer, who still stood, watching, his head tipped to the side, his blonde hair flopping in his face.
Lyli translated for him, her voice trembling with fear. If this man spoke true, she and Wanderer were trapped here, maybe forever.
He considered.
“How will the plants grow without sun?” That was his main concern?
Okay then.
“No one knows, son. It’s not a problem of surviving, it’s a problem of being trapped. Being cursed.” Ryder ran his hands through his ragged, gray streaked hair.
“Just because the island is cursed doesn’t mean we are cursed… does it?” Lyli’s eyes were wide.
Ryder’s expression was grim, and he swept his arm out, gesturing over the island, and for the firt time, Lyli really looked at the land. The sand quickly changed to dirt, and growing from the dirt were the strangest plants Lyli had ever seen. Tall, thin things with dark, spindly leaves and pale flowers. The ground was covered with black and green moss, and long, thin vines hung from the trees.
The most disturbing thing however, was the shadows. Layer upon layer of shadows, getting blacker and blacker as they extended, deeper than the ocean, darker than the night.
Ryder’s eyes were fixed on her. “This land’s curse is a catching one. It rubs off onto anyone who lands here, trapping them and taking away all that is bright and good, and letting their darkest side, their most evil part, take them over.”
Lyli stared. “What do you mean? Darkest side? What?”
“This is what I mean by darkest side.” the man stepped from the shadows, and the faint silver moonlight struck him in the face, and as Lyli stared, the man changed. His hands changed to paws, his face elongated into a muzzle, fur grew all along his body, and his clothes vanished as he dropped to all fours.
He had become a wolf.
“Werewolf.”
Wanderer’s voice was calm, and his expression was mildly interested, not shocked or scared.
The wolf before them nodded, if wolf’s can nod, it was more like bobbing his head up and down. It was jet black, with eyes that were a steely gray-green…
“Ryder?” Lyli’s voice came out as a squeak, such was her terror. A man had just changed into a beast in front of her very eyes.
“You see what I mean about darkest side? This used to be an easily reversible accident, but now the transformation pains me, and it takes longer to change back. I fear if I stay on this land much longer, the wolf side of me will take over and I will be nothing more than an animal. Most of the creatures here have already been devoured by their own minds, driven mad or turned to creatures of darkness. I alone fought, and tried again and again to break free, and that is what has kept me sane all these years.
“What are you?” She hadn’t meant to sound rude, but Lyli had never heard of anyone changing from human to anything, or the other way around for that matter.
“Your friend has it right. I’m a werewolf.”
Lyli had never heard of a werewolf before, and the word didn’t really make her feel any better about watching the awful transformation.
“What does that mean? Who are you? How did you get here?” she decided it was time someone started giving her answers.
The wolf—Ryder—looked at her with sad eyes. “A werewolf is someone who turns to a wolf when the light of the full moon touches their skin. It’s rather like a disease, you become a werewolf when you are bitten by another werewolf who is in wolf form. I was bitten when I was seven.”
“What happened?”
“That is one of the most unfortunate stories you will ever hear, my girl.”

 

Madlib ;) April 21, 2010

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Bright plural noun glow through my plural noun .  My mouth snaps shut and I verb hard.  Music pounds along with my brain.  I’m panicky, hot and adjective .  I’m on my own in that I’m not dancing.  I know I probably should verb up and join in, but it’s just so adjective !  My half-withdrawn brain is asking for all noun and action to just stop for a bit.   Food is laid out across six humongous trays.   A boy, acting as DJ for tonight, stands with an noun and a adjective boom box, spinning dials.   Spotlights form plural noun of light on a group of laughing plural noun , and a group of boys stand a bit away, verb ending in ing .  I stand, making up my noun .  I am GOING to turn this into a night of noun and nobody is going to stand in my way.  I verb across to a noun who looks about how I must, and I ask, hoping I sound adjective , “Want to go ask for a song?  I don’t want to go on my own.”

“I would!  And I’m Tori.”

“Hi Tori, I’m Taylor.  C’mon!”  Putting my noun in Tori’s put things back on track that night.  From that instant on, I actually had noun

Plural noun

Plural noun

Verb

Adjective

Verb

Adjective

Noun

Noun

Adjective

Plural Noun

Plural Noun

Verb ending in ing

Noun

Noun

Verb

Noun

Adjective

Noun

Noun

~wAtSoN

 

Ten Theme Related Quotes April 20, 2010

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TEN… ER… ELEVEN QUOTES :)

Hope and strength

“While there’s life, there’s hope.”
~Marcus Jullius Licero

“When the world says give up, hope whispers try one more time”
~Anonymous

“Never, never, never give up.”
~Winston Churchill

“Hope is a waking dream.”
~Aristotle

“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face… do the thing you think you cannot do.”
~Eleanor Roosevelt

“Strength of purpose achieves the impossible”
~Paula Scaletta

“People do not lack strength, they lack will.”
~Victor Hugo

“Even if the path is a little blurry, keep walking. You’ll focus in when you know what you want. Then the picture of your life will be crystal clear. Just don’t ever give up.”
~Anonymous

“Step follows step. Hope follows courage.”
~Gail Carson Lavigne, The two princesses of Bamarre

Knowing who you are :)

“Dude, you can take everything away from me, you can take my house, my family, my dog, my boyfriend, but you can’t take away who I am.”
~Bethany Watson

“The self is not something one finds, it is something one creates.”

~Thomas Szasz

:D Watson :D

 

Chapter 2 April 19, 2010

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“We can’t let this go an any longer, you know that Simir.” Katon’s expression was fearful as he leaned forward in his chair. “We have to get that girl out of our forest. She’s bad luck, even if she’s not in our town, she’s in our woods.”
Simir’s black eyes were serious, and he nodded. “I know, and until she’s out of our lands, none of us are safe, even in our own homes.” He looked around nervously, as though death itself hid in a shadowy corner. Leaning in, he whispered “Our crops haven’t been the same since that girl’s prophecy came. People are getting sick left and right.” He leaned even closer, his voice barely audible, “Some even say the red fever is creeping back in at the edges of the land.” He nodded impressively. “If you ask me, it’s not a coincidence.”
Katon yelped. His small eyes darting from one side of the room to the other, sweat beading his forehead, he thumped both hands over his heart, all his fingers curved, a gesture for warding off evil. “Not the fever! Not again! We lost so many!”
“That’s why she has to go. I think it should be tonight. We’ve waited long enough. Let’s get everyone together, and finish what we started seven years ago.”
“But Simir, she’s just a girl, we can’t kill her.”
Simir raised an eyebrow.
“Well, we could just banish her, send her off in a boat, wouldn’t that do just as well?” Katon was a weak-hearted man, who scared easily and he was greatly intimidated by the larger man, but he was very much against killing.
Simir considered for a moment, “I suppose that we could give her the choice, she leaves without a struggle or we kill her…”
“Yes! Exactly! Then surely, she will never trouble our shores again!”

* * *

It was midnight, and Lyli awoke to the sound of angry humans approaching. The forest was full of the noises of fleeing animals, the trees whispered about fire and blades.
Lyli rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and stood up.
Why are they here? What do they want? She asked a passing hedgehog.
He was too distracted to give a straight answer, They come with flaming sticks, and axes and knives, and no one can stop them!
Lyli began to run, along with every creature form the forest, trying to outrun the angry towns folk.
Why after so many years have they come back? Lyli wondered, knowing they were coming after her.
She could not run fast enough. No matter how far she went, the villagers kept up, and even gained on her.
She ran, farther and farther, till finally she broke out of the woods and stopped, listening. They were closer than ever.
Maybe she should just confront them and ask what they wanted.
In her moment of hesitation, they caught her. Two strong men grabbed her roughly by the arms and within moments she was surrounded by angry yelling mobsters wielding flaming torches and knives the size of her entire arm.
Lyli panicked. She began kicking and flailing, trying to get away. As she struggled, someone grabbed at the stone her father had given her which was hung about her neck, trying to choke her. She grabbed at his hands, prying them off, and clutched at the stone.
The touch reminded her of her father, the look in his eyes as he had handed her the gift, and in a fit of desperation, she cried out, “Please father! Help!”
And then it happened. Light burst from the stone clutched in her hands, shooting out from between her fingers, and Lyli felt an immense power flow through her, and the men were letting go of her, and she was stepping away, radiating so much energy that they couldn’t touch her.
“What do you want?” she asked them, still holding the stone, the light still shooting out, causing most to drop their torches and weapons to cover their eyes.
For a moment no one spoke, and then a tall, important looking man came forward, a hand shielding his eyes “If you don’t mind, can you, er, turn that thing off?”
Lyli suddenly felt very tired, as though the glowing rock had drained her of every ounce of energy, and she let go. The glowing stopped.
“We have come because you are bringing accursed luck on our lands. We came to deman… uh… request,” he glanced at the stone around her neck, “that you leave and take your luck with you.”
Lyli looked at all of them, only about a third of them with torches and weapons now. They all looked slightly scared, but she could tell that they weren’t going to back down. “What do you mean by ‘leave’?”
“We would give you a boat and provisions enough for two months, and then we’d set you off in the right direction.”
“I can’t leave. This is my home.” Looking around, Lyli saw the shore, the waves, and to her left, the forest. She still felt weak, and she wanted desperately to sink to the ground and just cry, but she didn’t let herself.
“We understand that, but ever since your prophecy, all our crops are dying before their full grown, we’ve had droughts turn into floods overnight, and lightning striking from a clear sky. We’ve talked it all over and decided that it’s not a coincidence.”
Lyli looked down at her hands. She wasn’t sure it really was her fault that all these things were happening, but what if it was? What was the right thing to do? Lyli wasn’t a fighter, it wasn’t her way. She had never had to answer to anyone before though, and she didn’t know how to respond.
“Where would I go?” she stuttered, looking from one face to another. Each had a similar expression: hatred, fear and anger.
“There are lands across the sea, everyone knows that.”
That was true, everyone had heard the stories of the lands across the sea. There were tales of lands filled with flowers and fruit trees where people lived forever as near-gods, and then there were stories of floating islands ringed by fire, islands filled with demons and monsters. But when Lyli considered, she realized that there were dozens of stories about the nice lands, and almost no stories about the bad ones.
She wasn’t a particularly adventurous girl, but as Lyli thought about her options, it was alike a whole new world unfolded before her eyes. She didn’t have to stay, she could go search for a land no one had ever found before, somewhere wonderful. She could learn new things.
“You would give me a boat?” she asked slowly, looking down at her hands and considering.
They all nodded.
Lyli looked out over the ocean. She imagined sailing over it, alone for who knows how long. No one knew how far it was till the next land. What if it actually did take two whole months? Would she be able to stand being alone in a boat for that long? And if she were to reach an island, would she be able to survive without help? Would the creatures there be willing to help her? Would there be humans? Would she simply be forced from that land as well?
There were so many things she did not know, things she would never know.
Unless she said yes.
“I’ll do it.”
She could see the surprise in their faces. They hadn’t expected her to be so cooperative.
“I’ll do it. I’ll go.”

 

Chapter 1

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Lyli had always known of her parentage. Perhaps the old hazelnut tree, the story teller, had told her the tale when she was young, or perhaps the tale of her birth was whispered among the wild animals, or perhaps it was just in her blood to know. She had grown up on tales of the adventures of the gods and their trials and troubles, and she had always known that her father was the god of the sun, Aurum, and that her mother was a storm bringer.
The storm bringers were mortal, and they always had those stormy gray eyes as a mark of their power. They had the ability to make a storm appear out of nowhere, and people were often afraid of them, even as they depended on them to keep their crops alive. The storm bringers were gentle, but if one got angry, a village might experience tornados and hurricanes for weeks on end.
Lyli loved the stories the forest told to her, even more than the forest loves telling them. She was certain that no villager could ever tell a story half as well, and she did not miss the life she could not have.
At the age of five, the age when children receive their prophecy by the Matron, Lyli had gone to the old woman’s house to receive hers. It had ended in disaster. The old woman had declared that Lyli’s future would be filled with darkness and horrors like no other, and that Lyli was an accursed creature who must leave the village or bring terrible bad luck. The villagers had chased the little girl from the town that night, wielding burning torches and shouting curses.
That was seven years ago, and Lyli could hardly remember the event. She did not want to remember it, she was happy where she was, living with the trees and the animals, learning to speak to them and learning to trust them. Though she knew nothing of reading or writing, she knew how to mend a sparrow’s wing, how to sing the hollys to sleep, and how to care for wolf pups while their mothers were away hunting.
Yes, Lyli was happy. She didn’t care for the village, with it’s supposed bad luck and its prophecies, which she didn’t give two thistles about. She had felt out of place there, in a place so filled with anger, which she did not understand, having never felt it. But here, in the forest, she was at peace.
Lyli sat in the boughs of a maple, singing songs about flowers and rivers, feeling the happiness all around her, when suddenly the trees tensed, the animals stilled, and somewhere in the distance, a wolf cried out.
Humans
The word entered her mind easily, the trees thoughts mixed with her own.
Sliding down from the branches, Lyli began to run. She did this every time a human came to far into the forest. She didn’t want to meet them.
She could hear the human, but there was only one. She hid behind an oak tree, listening, her gold eyes intent. The footsteps grew near, and then paused.
Somewhere, an owl hooted a warning, and Lyli sank into the tree, trying to be as still as she could. She could hear the man breathing, just a stone’s throw away. She knew it was a man for the heaviness of his footfalls, and the low tones of his breath.
Why did he not go away? Why did he stand there so long?
The owl hooted again, this time sounding pleased.
You can come out, it’s all right.
The owl was wise, Lyli knew that, and if he said it was safe, it was safe. Lyli stepped out from behind the tree, and when she saw the man, she cried out with joy. The man was tall, dressed simply in a white tunic and gray, homespun pants. His hair was light and glimmered in the soft forest light, and his mouth was smiling, along with his eyes, which were a vibrant gold.
“Father!” Lyli cried, racing towards the man, who picked her up and spun her around, laughing the kind of laugh that is catching and makes others laugh too.
“How are you my little one?” he asked, setting her down, his smiling eyes meeting those of his daughter.
“Fine. You did give the wolf quite a turn though, and her with her new litter of pups!”
He laughed again. “I had best go apologize then. Will you show me the way?”
She took his hand and led him through the trees, calling out to all the animals, words of peace and friendship, and one by one they ventured out. Some recognized the man, and remembered his gentle hands and came forward to greet him.
Finally they reached the den of the wolf. Happy yapping came from within, and Lyli called out in the tongue of the wolf, “Mother wolf, my father is here and would like to meet your pups!”
At the sound of Lyli’s voice, Seath, the oldest of the litter, came bounding out yapping and tripping over his paws. Lyli scooped him up as the wolf mother came out to investigate the whereabouts of her over-adventurous son.
The cub yipped nonsense and wiggled to be free and dash off into the woods, but Lyli held firm, laughing at his high energy. Then she asked his mother again if her father might see and hold the pups.
Not that one, he’s a bit too wild today. But he is welcome to come and see Tala and Rollin and the others if he likes.
There were seven pups in the litter, and that was, in Lyli’s opinion, the perfect number. They each had their own distinct personality, and each knew Lyli. There was Seath, Tala, Rollin, Sirius, Rogue, Javerick, and Yara.
Lyli’s father smiled to see them rolling and tumbling over eachother, but when Lyli held out Yara for him to hold, he shook his head.
“No little ember. I can’t hold her. My hands would burn the poor little thing to a crisp.”
Lyli took his hand again and asked “Then why don’t I feel the heat?”
“Because you are mine.” He smiled. Then he rose and bowed to the mother wolf. “Thank you for letting me greet your pups, and I apologize for the fright I gave you coming into the forest unannounced.” Lyli translated.
“Come father, we should leave her to care for her babies now.”
As they left the cave, Lyli’s father put his arm around his daughter’s shoulder. “I cannot visit you again, little ember.”
She looked up at him, her twelve year old face showing distress and her golden eyes filling with tears. “Why not?”
“The other gods have forbidden it. They didn’t like to let you live as a child, and now they have decided that you are old enough to be without me. They granted me this last visit, but I already have stayed too long.”
“You can’t ever come back?”
He nodded, sadness etched in his usually glowing face.
She buried her fact in his shirt, tears falling down her face, and he pulled her close. Speaking into her hair he whispered “I want you to know that I will never really abandon you. I love you as I loved your mother, and I want to be with you. So I am giving you this.” And he pressed something into her hands, kissed the top of her head, and as he vanished he called “Remember me!” and left, leaving only a ray of yellow light behind, and his laughter hanging in the air.
Lyli looked down at the object in her hands, and gasped. It was a stone, round and smooth, attached to a leather string so it could be hung about ones neck. It was smaller than her fist, but it was beautiful, swirling with shades of white and gold, and etched on the front were the words “Forever shining like the sun, my love for you goes on and on”
“Thank you father.” Lyli whispered, smiling.