The golden brown mane lashed about in the wispy wind that rushed through the heather on that clear afternoon. Crystal blue orbs matched the azure brilliance of the sky. The patterns floated as they danced with the wind. The day was perfect.
The lightly tanned skin of a girl was splashed with the spray of the ocean. She flashed the ocean a dazzling white smile. This was her homeland and she felt that the land was giving her a long awaited embrace of return.
Memories flooded her mind like one huge slap of the ocean against the shores. Here she was born, in the white washed cottage just up over the small cliff. The cliff held the memories of her first step and first jump into the deep. The weeping willow was where she had her first kiss. The porch swing was were she had her first breakup. A second cliff held tightly to the memory of the death of her beloved ones.
This was her home from the start. It gave her such joy to be back in the place she loved. A slight pain tugged at her heart because of the silence that was once filled with laughter shouts of joy or anger and general havoc known as family life. The smells of her mother's cooking was missing too. The once joyful and life-filled place now was dead in despair and repair.
The girl quietly weaved her way through the overgrown forests of grasses and flowers to the broken down cottage. Stepping up onto the splintered porch, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes to prepare herself for the shock wave of stepping inside her home for the first time in one thousand years. Exhaling, the girl reached for the tarnished door handle and pushed it open.
She carefully stepped in. Dust was everywhere. Cobwebs were abundant among the broken down funiture. The draperies were torn, the windows filthy. A house can change in a thousand years. Carefully the girl made her way to all the rooms. Thankfully not many valuable items were stolen or in bad condition. She entered the room that had once been shared between her and her sister. She smiled as good and bad memories of her sister filled her mind. On the old dresser stood a beautifully hand carved alabaster jewelry box. The box held a single pendant which the girl snatched it carefully and placed it around her neck.
Next she faced the closed door of the room that she often went to in times of trouble. Clutching the silver Celtic style of the pendant of her family's crest, she opened the doors and saw the ruins of her parents bedroom. The once beautiful room was now dead. She walked to her mother's side of the room and smiled at the jewelry box made from cedars of Lebanon with intricate designs swirling from the corners. She opened it and almost cried at the contents. Inside was her mother's silver engagement ring and the wedding ring of a sapphire and two diamonds that were joined. The words, "Till Death Do Us Part, I Love You", were engraved on the inside bands. The girl had to take a deep breath as she lifted the ancient ring from its place in the box to her right ring finger.
The girl walked back out into the bright sunshine. She made her way to the cliff were she stood staring out into the endless horizon. The wind wiped her hair and clothes about. Holding the pendant the girl gave a final good-bye to her home. She had made her decision therefore she would not turn back from it.
The lightly tanned skin of a girl was splashed with the spray of the ocean. She flashed the ocean a dazzling white smile. This was her homeland and she felt that the land was giving her a long awaited embrace of return.
Memories flooded her mind like one huge slap of the ocean against the shores. Here she was born, in the white washed cottage just up over the small cliff. The cliff held the memories of her first step and first jump into the deep. The weeping willow was where she had her first kiss. The porch swing was were she had her first breakup. A second cliff held tightly to the memory of the death of her beloved ones.
This was her home from the start. It gave her such joy to be back in the place she loved. A slight pain tugged at her heart because of the silence that was once filled with laughter shouts of joy or anger and general havoc known as family life. The smells of her mother's cooking was missing too. The once joyful and life-filled place now was dead in despair and repair.
The girl quietly weaved her way through the overgrown forests of grasses and flowers to the broken down cottage. Stepping up onto the splintered porch, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes to prepare herself for the shock wave of stepping inside her home for the first time in one thousand years. Exhaling, the girl reached for the tarnished door handle and pushed it open.
She carefully stepped in. Dust was everywhere. Cobwebs were abundant among the broken down funiture. The draperies were torn, the windows filthy. A house can change in a thousand years. Carefully the girl made her way to all the rooms. Thankfully not many valuable items were stolen or in bad condition. She entered the room that had once been shared between her and her sister. She smiled as good and bad memories of her sister filled her mind. On the old dresser stood a beautifully hand carved alabaster jewelry box. The box held a single pendant which the girl snatched it carefully and placed it around her neck.
Next she faced the closed door of the room that she often went to in times of trouble. Clutching the silver Celtic style of the pendant of her family's crest, she opened the doors and saw the ruins of her parents bedroom. The once beautiful room was now dead. She walked to her mother's side of the room and smiled at the jewelry box made from cedars of Lebanon with intricate designs swirling from the corners. She opened it and almost cried at the contents. Inside was her mother's silver engagement ring and the wedding ring of a sapphire and two diamonds that were joined. The words, "Till Death Do Us Part, I Love You", were engraved on the inside bands. The girl had to take a deep breath as she lifted the ancient ring from its place in the box to her right ring finger.
The girl walked back out into the bright sunshine. She made her way to the cliff were she stood staring out into the endless horizon. The wind wiped her hair and clothes about. Holding the pendant the girl gave a final good-bye to her home. She had made her decision therefore she would not turn back from it.
