Post by Khaos King on May 27, 2011 16:52:20 GMT -5
I remember that day, it was the day that would change not just my life but the world itself. I was just a young girl in a field picking flowers thinking of only what young girls think. And it came i felt the change in the wind and when i looked up i saw a beautiful ball of feathers carried by the wind, i heard the whisper from the wind not to be scared as the feathered ball kissed my head and vanished with in me.
I felt the warmth of new life within me, i went home to my mother and father who did not believe my story it was many weeks before i learned i was with child. I was scared and sadden for i was too young to be a mother. I cried in my room scared of what my parents would say and what i would tell them when they ask me for the name of the child's father.
What would I tell them that the Wind and Sun gave me a child? How could they believe me when I cannot believe it myself.
I would cry myself asleep in my room and one day i dreamed a special dream. I dreamt of staircase leading up to the stars, i walked it and as i reached higher and higher the night sky turned into a beautiful white Palace in the Heavenly Court. i noticed that i was wearing white cotton dress pure as snow.
And a voice called to me and told me to come as i walked through the clouds, do not be scared it said.
I walked to the voice who was a bright light unable to see the being's figure.. i had no fear but a calmness about me.
He raised my hand as he spoke, I give my son to you to raise and love, he will be there to protect and save you.
teach him kindness for you are his mother and what he learns from you will make him who he is.
He leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead, i felt so at peace that i close my eyes and when i open them i was back in my room wearing the dress from my dream.
I came out from my room to speak to my parents and told them my dream while showing them my dress. My sadness and fear was replaced by Joy and Happiness.
My parents where skeptical but they knew i could not afford such a dress nor had i left the house that night.
They were scared for me as my pregnancy began to show in the months that followed although they had their doubts of my story. It soon became evident when my Sun was born, he was my light and warmth. His hair was like the rays of the sun, his eyes like the bluest of the deepest ocean, his skin soft and pale there was no doubt that my child was the son of the creator..
Men, women and nobility came to see my Sun as i raised him in our small village out in the fields. He had a gentle soul a kindness that can only come from being loved and taught the goodness of respecting life. As years came he grew into a strong man, a man of peace among a race of warriors, it was hard for him as some would love and respect him others would fear and hate him.
It wasnt easy for him but we loved him, he would leave our village as he would explore the world and learn and teach others... Now he returns to me a god man with power to shake the world and to me he is just my Sun, a boy who would cry and hide behind me while girls and young boys would chase after him in play...
He sits beside me watching me while holding my hand as i draw my last breath, he cries and begs me not to leave him......... Death to him has always been very hard for my Sun.. I wish i could stay...
Dont cry for me, i go now to your father... know that I love you....
As I see myself rising I see my Sun crying over my dead body... He will be strong, the sorrow will pass, he will be the protector he is destined to be.
I felt the warmth of new life within me, i went home to my mother and father who did not believe my story it was many weeks before i learned i was with child. I was scared and sadden for i was too young to be a mother. I cried in my room scared of what my parents would say and what i would tell them when they ask me for the name of the child's father.
What would I tell them that the Wind and Sun gave me a child? How could they believe me when I cannot believe it myself.
I would cry myself asleep in my room and one day i dreamed a special dream. I dreamt of staircase leading up to the stars, i walked it and as i reached higher and higher the night sky turned into a beautiful white Palace in the Heavenly Court. i noticed that i was wearing white cotton dress pure as snow.
And a voice called to me and told me to come as i walked through the clouds, do not be scared it said.
I walked to the voice who was a bright light unable to see the being's figure.. i had no fear but a calmness about me.
He raised my hand as he spoke, I give my son to you to raise and love, he will be there to protect and save you.
teach him kindness for you are his mother and what he learns from you will make him who he is.
He leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead, i felt so at peace that i close my eyes and when i open them i was back in my room wearing the dress from my dream.
I came out from my room to speak to my parents and told them my dream while showing them my dress. My sadness and fear was replaced by Joy and Happiness.
My parents where skeptical but they knew i could not afford such a dress nor had i left the house that night.
They were scared for me as my pregnancy began to show in the months that followed although they had their doubts of my story. It soon became evident when my Sun was born, he was my light and warmth. His hair was like the rays of the sun, his eyes like the bluest of the deepest ocean, his skin soft and pale there was no doubt that my child was the son of the creator..
Men, women and nobility came to see my Sun as i raised him in our small village out in the fields. He had a gentle soul a kindness that can only come from being loved and taught the goodness of respecting life. As years came he grew into a strong man, a man of peace among a race of warriors, it was hard for him as some would love and respect him others would fear and hate him.
It wasnt easy for him but we loved him, he would leave our village as he would explore the world and learn and teach others... Now he returns to me a god man with power to shake the world and to me he is just my Sun, a boy who would cry and hide behind me while girls and young boys would chase after him in play...
He sits beside me watching me while holding my hand as i draw my last breath, he cries and begs me not to leave him......... Death to him has always been very hard for my Sun.. I wish i could stay...
Dont cry for me, i go now to your father... know that I love you....
As I see myself rising I see my Sun crying over my dead body... He will be strong, the sorrow will pass, he will be the protector he is destined to be.
