A
part of the dark side she was, belonging to the mysterious side of moon; for
the sun never touched her skin. The woods as her sweetest home at the hours of
darkness, and the cave as her shelter
when the sun rises. She learned not to speak the language of human, she only
could speak to creatures may be different from her in form, yet so similar in
thoughts. her form? What was her form? She could not know, for she may be a
part human, the other part was not, she knew at heart. She was not a monster,
though she seemed as one. She was not a monster ,she was sure. For she loved
and laughed, she wondered and prayed. She prayed her loneliness would come to
an end. She was lonely despite having a family, A family that consisted of owls
and wombats. She longed for a different kind of companionship.
At
one night she prayed for the lord she knew was watching; "O, lord, help me
to be thy faithful follower. Help me to show loving kindness to nature. Make my heart a place of peace. Dear God, who
watches over me, help me to grow in goodness.." before she could finish
her prayer. She heard a voice, a voice that was so unfamiliar to her, unusual
to the woods. There was something, something that is strange. Yet it was a marvelous
news, for this may be her gift from lord. A partner, her Adam. Her pair. Just like
her family of owls. Each was in a pair. She finally can belong she thought rushing
towards the echo. it was true, it was magic; There he was. A beautiful young
man, with eyes as walnuts. He seemed lost, she thought as she was watching him
behind the tree. He seemed misplaced, misguided. She did not know how to reveal
herself, she never met a man before. Her
hands were shaking as never before. This was the moment, the moment she waited
for. She prayed for him, she prayed nights and nights for her Adam. There was
no time to waste. She took steps towards him as he was leaning in to grab
objects he seemed to drop. As she was getting closer, she got more nervous; A feeling
she never experienced before. Screaming grew louder and louder as she was
getting closer. It seems that he was not delighted with what he saw. It took
her couple of seconds to realize the screaming was because of her. Her face? Her
body? Her whole? She was not pleasing to his eyes. Her pale skin and whitish
eyes were not pleasing. It was not what she pictured it to be. It was not as
how birds meet and fall in love. It was not like how owls taught her about love,
no one ever mentioned this to her. No one ever told her that her looks might
have been an issue. She ran away as far as she could, with tears drowning her
face, she stood in shock while her breathing was out of race, why was this
happening to her she wondered as she gazed at her reflection on the surface of
the lake, "with such face, how could I be loved" she answered herself.
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