Deep in the heart of the city, children of all ages were running. Obviously this is not an unusual thing for children are always racing about. Today however, the children were racing through the maze of streets laughing and screaming with delight as they made their way towards the old archive building.
Word was She was to be there today.
These were not scholarly children. Most couldn't even write their names. Their haste was driven by their desire for a story from Evalia.
Nobody knew how old the wizened old woman really was. Most of the adults remember her being old when they were children. All tried to guess her age, but nobody had any proof. Of one thing they were certain, she was the oldest citizen of Sparkton.
Amongst the group of rowdy children ran a small wiry boy.
This was his first visit to story time. He had been working hard to build his strength so he didn't fall behind and miss out. His tiny body could hardly contain his excitement.
Yesterday mother said he could come, and he hardly slept a wink last night from anticipation.
When he did sleep, he dreamt of shining swords, fearsome dragons, and he: a heroic knight charged with saving the world!
He hoped that these things and more would be in Evalia's story today. Well he knew he wouldn't be the hero, but he could imagine he was .
As they reached the doors of the archive building, the children began pushing and shoving to get in first. All wanted to sit as close as possible to Evalia so as to not miss a word of her tales.
Once inside the building the laughter bounced off the walls before dying out quickly as clerks and librarians scowled and hushed at them.
The little boy, too small to shove his way past the others, skidded to a halt when he saw the size of the entrance to his archived. His jaw dropped open and it took him a few moments to overcome his amazement before realising he had been left behind.
He scurried to catch up with the others before they got too far ahead.
The children in front of him all of a sudden came to a standstill and the boy skidded to a stop behind them just short of crashing into a girl with blonde wavy locks and a full head taller than him.
A raspy, yet captivating voice rose above the chatter of the children.
"A rare tale I shall tell you today my dears. A rare tale indeed.
It is said that this story was once considered half truth and half unfulfilled prophecy. Many of you will only believe it a fable.
Many years ago, too many to count, was a time when one man's greatest desire was to know his purpose.
Life was hard in those days. Foraging for food was the only known way to survive. No man had learnt to hunt animals or cultivate crops. Many simple tools and utensils had not been invented. One man, Tristan, roamed the land seeking for a better way. He was frustrated that the weakest and slowest of his people died because the fastest refused to share what food they found. He searched high up in the mountains, across rolling plains and along the greet rivers for others who may have ideas to improve gathering techniques. None he met on his travels could satisfy him with answers. Men everywhere lived the same rule: survival of the fittest. Some joined him on his quest, usually the weakest of the groups he met. Sensing that if answers were found then life would be better for all. With their common goal they soon began sharing food equally among the small group.
This improve ten gave Tristan some hope but still he felt responsible for his followers and was anguished by the lack of answers to his questions. They had searched everywhere. He felt he had failed them all.
One cool night around the fire, their hopeful looks became too much for him to bear, seeking solitude for the night he wandered into a nearby grove of trees to rest.
With the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, he cried out to his creator. He wasn't sure if there was a creator, but felt desperate enough to try anything including supplication to a higher being if one existed.
The Creator heard his cry and could not ignore it. No man had sought him out since he formed them. He felt compelled to respond.
After crying out for what seems like hours, Tristan fell into a fitful sleep. While Tristan slept, the Creator visited him in a dream. He showed him his strengths: compassion, leadership and wisdom. And showed him his weaknesses: anger and bitterness. He told Tristan that his desires were good and he had a special task for him to do.
As he was the first to see the wrongs of the people, and the first to seek ways to improve life for the weakest, he would be a conduit through which the Creator would instruct and guide others. He would become the First Sightgiver.
His task would be to help others discover their true natures, their unique talents and shortcomings. For only when a persons knows his own nature, both good and bad elements, can he achieve greatness.
Tristan woke early in the morning completely overcome with gratitude that he had finally received and answer, yet quite unaware at how his actions would dramatically change the course of history.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
I have been extremely naughty. I haven't written consistently since I started studying.
I know, it's not that naughty, but I'm sad I got out of the flow of writing. I loved the feeling I got when I was creating characters and scenes. I plan to get back into it.
To be honest, I have still taken notes when something interesting pops into my brain, or when I have a cool dream. Dreams are my biggest inspiration. All it takes is a small scene in a dream and I feel the itch to write. I really want to get back to posting those rumblings here so I have them all in the one place. And perhaps my good friends (like Dee) will point out the holes so I can fix them. A writer is only as good as their group of honest editors. So her goes to another try at getting all the stories I have inside out into the universe.
I know, it's not that naughty, but I'm sad I got out of the flow of writing. I loved the feeling I got when I was creating characters and scenes. I plan to get back into it.
To be honest, I have still taken notes when something interesting pops into my brain, or when I have a cool dream. Dreams are my biggest inspiration. All it takes is a small scene in a dream and I feel the itch to write. I really want to get back to posting those rumblings here so I have them all in the one place. And perhaps my good friends (like Dee) will point out the holes so I can fix them. A writer is only as good as their group of honest editors. So her goes to another try at getting all the stories I have inside out into the universe.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
More of chapter 1. Destiny
Even now, three village elders were just outside the grove waiting for her to return. Waiting to know what her true name will be and how they could use theknowledge to their benefit, no doubt. They were always the first to be told the names of the newly designated villagers. It was the way it had always been.
Along with the elders waited her parents of course, but also her long time friend, Truthseer.
Truthseer was only two years older, and came from Falls Bluff village. The two had met as young children when Con (short for confident, as she had known him then) parents visited the Blue Sky Plains village for trade. Both had been sent to play while the adults sat down to business talks. They had found comfort in each other and developed a quiet, steady friendship as they played by a stream, raced in the fields or got up to mischief as most children were prone to do when there was nothing to occupy their time. But the thing they both enjoyed the most was laying back and watching the clouds. Rosy was fascinated by clouds. Oh what would it be like up there? She had often wondered.
After Truthseer had completed his journey he came to live in Blue Sky Plains. He assisted the elders in getting to the truth in neighbourly disputes or village council arguments, as his destiny demanded. His great ability in knowing if someone lied or told the truth was an invaluable asset that the elders relied on often. They requested his presence in trade meetings to make sure each side dealt fairly with the other.
The villagers and the elders were extremely pleased that he had come. They all seemed to know why he had come too.
Truthseer could easily have stayed in FallsBluff doing exactly the same things, or any other village for that matter. His talents were a rarity in the known world. But no, he had decided to come to Blue Sky Plains. He had followed his heart. He came for her. All the adults were strongly encouraging her to accept his offer of marriage as soon as her journey was through.
He had already spoken to the elders and her father. Her mother has told her that much at least. Now all that was left to be done was for her to accept.
Did she want to marry him?
Sure she loved him. Who couldn’t love someone so strong, so confident? He was even handsome with his dark piercing eyes, long jet-black hair and lean muscular frame. But was their love strong enough to spend the rest of their lives together? Rosy did not know for sure. A huge knot of uneasiness had sat in the pit of her stomach since her mother had shared what she thought was joyous news only 2 weeks ago.
No matter how she felt she could not make her decision until after tonight. For that singular reason she had almost wished to postpone this name journey. As if my parents or the elders would let me! Rosy snorted to herself.
But she was really tired of not knowing. Not knowing who she was meant to be. Not know what came next. She was afraid to be stuck doing something boring for the rest of her life. Which is exactly what would happen if she didn’t complete her journey.
Her life had been filled with unknowns.
At the beginning of every span, which she dreaded, her parents told her what she was to do for the month. Her stomach would do flip flops until it was decided.
Well all of that would change soon. She just needed to get the courage to finish this journey, then her life will be all mapped out. No more unknowns. Internal peace at last was insight.
Rosy breathed a sigh.
Just keep walking, keep on walking, she told herself.
Taking a deep calming breath, she slowly made her way through the grove.
Suddenly a loud booming voice shook her from her daydreams.
“Who dares to enter this hallowed place?”
No. Booming was not the right word. No single word could describe it.
It was quiet, yet seemed loud because it ran through her entire body like an earthquake.
Startled by the unexpected voice, Rosy hastily glanced around to find the owner of the deep and loud voice.
Who could that be? Rosy wondered, I thought there wasn’t supposed to be anyone in the groves. No one is allowed to enter except on occasions such as this. Wasn’t I supposed to hear the gods themselves? Some mystical being? But this sounds just like an ordinary man. A loud man, but ordinary enough…hmmm.
Realising that she was meant to answer she drew another deep breath and tried to summon her calmest voice.
“I, the first daughter of Surecarve and Brightweave, come to seek my true name and destiny from within the sacred grove”. Her voice quavered a little and she fervently hoped that the being would not notice her fear.
“Surely you do”, chuckled the voice. “What else is there to do in here?”
Then from behind a broad trunked tree stepped a man
Rosy’s eyes goggled. He was a man. Not a mystical being like she expected. He didn’t look like something to be feared. In fact he looked barely older than herself.
Curiosity got the better of her and before she could stop herself the question blurted out. “Who are you? What are you doing here? These groves are sacred, you shouldn’t be here…” her tirade was interrupted by his chuckling.
“I don’t know what the others have been telling you little one, but I assure you I am supposed to be here. It is my destiny to dwell in these groves and help others on their journeys. My name is Sightguide and I have been here far longer than you have been alive.” Sightguide said with such a calm voice that Rosy was inclined to believe him at first but when he said he had been here longer than she had been alive she snorted in disbelief and began to think this was all a prank. Any one of the village children could have set this up. She didn’t know a lot of the others because she kept to herself. It would be just the thing one of them would do out of boredom.
“How can that be true” she retorted, “when you look no older than I am now. Who put you up to this? You are going to be in so much trouble with the council when they find out about this…”
He started chuckling again to himself. “Time for a little history lesson I think” he muttered.
“I look 16 years old for that is how old I was when I entered here on my name journey.” He stated. “Again, my name is Sightguide and my destiny is to help others find their destinies within this grove. I have been here for close to 150 years now. There is some sort of magic here that allows me to never age. I will not die until another is named my successor.” He sighed forlornly. “The last Sightguide was 500 years old when I came along. So I could be here for a long time yet.”
150 years! Yet here he stood seemingly in the prime of his youth. Quite attractive for someone who was pale from spending the last 150 years under the shadows of the trees.
Sightguide stood watching her take the information in. He took pleasure in enlightening the villager children as they came through the grove. Most took it in their stride. Rarely did any challenge him the way this girl had. He could feel that she was not as ordinary as she seemed. His contact with the outside world was limited to these name journeys and the village elders who met him at the fringe of the grove once every moon cycle to give him the supplies he needed to survive.
“Come walk with me awhile, nameless one” Sightguide murmured, motioning her forward to his side. “We will walk the path together, but I must warn you, I can only guide you in your path you are the only one who can do anything during your tials. It is through these trials that you will begin to understand your true nature.” His voice had taken on a great solemness Rosy did not expect from him. She was still having trouble reconciling his age with his youthful appearance.
“Why can’t you help me?” Rosy asked.
“Because you are no longer a child”, Sightguide snapped. Then in a mellower tone, “If I helped, then it would be our journey and not yours. I already have my destiny, I do not need another. I have enough to do. You need yours however, and so you must face your trials alone.” He took a breath, seeming to ponder whether he should say anymore.
“How you deal with each trial will teach you something about yourself the you may or may not know already, but that you will certainly need in the future. Whether weakness or strength, who can tell?” Sightguide shrugged his shoulders then clamping his mouth shut he strode off along the pathway. Rosy knew instinctively from the look on his face that she would get no more answers for now. She hurried after Sightguide and within a few moments had fallen into step beside him.
Along with the elders waited her parents of course, but also her long time friend, Truthseer.
Truthseer was only two years older, and came from Falls Bluff village. The two had met as young children when Con (short for confident, as she had known him then) parents visited the Blue Sky Plains village for trade. Both had been sent to play while the adults sat down to business talks. They had found comfort in each other and developed a quiet, steady friendship as they played by a stream, raced in the fields or got up to mischief as most children were prone to do when there was nothing to occupy their time. But the thing they both enjoyed the most was laying back and watching the clouds. Rosy was fascinated by clouds. Oh what would it be like up there? She had often wondered.
After Truthseer had completed his journey he came to live in Blue Sky Plains. He assisted the elders in getting to the truth in neighbourly disputes or village council arguments, as his destiny demanded. His great ability in knowing if someone lied or told the truth was an invaluable asset that the elders relied on often. They requested his presence in trade meetings to make sure each side dealt fairly with the other.
The villagers and the elders were extremely pleased that he had come. They all seemed to know why he had come too.
Truthseer could easily have stayed in FallsBluff doing exactly the same things, or any other village for that matter. His talents were a rarity in the known world. But no, he had decided to come to Blue Sky Plains. He had followed his heart. He came for her. All the adults were strongly encouraging her to accept his offer of marriage as soon as her journey was through.
He had already spoken to the elders and her father. Her mother has told her that much at least. Now all that was left to be done was for her to accept.
Did she want to marry him?
Sure she loved him. Who couldn’t love someone so strong, so confident? He was even handsome with his dark piercing eyes, long jet-black hair and lean muscular frame. But was their love strong enough to spend the rest of their lives together? Rosy did not know for sure. A huge knot of uneasiness had sat in the pit of her stomach since her mother had shared what she thought was joyous news only 2 weeks ago.
No matter how she felt she could not make her decision until after tonight. For that singular reason she had almost wished to postpone this name journey. As if my parents or the elders would let me! Rosy snorted to herself.
But she was really tired of not knowing. Not knowing who she was meant to be. Not know what came next. She was afraid to be stuck doing something boring for the rest of her life. Which is exactly what would happen if she didn’t complete her journey.
Her life had been filled with unknowns.
At the beginning of every span, which she dreaded, her parents told her what she was to do for the month. Her stomach would do flip flops until it was decided.
Well all of that would change soon. She just needed to get the courage to finish this journey, then her life will be all mapped out. No more unknowns. Internal peace at last was insight.
Rosy breathed a sigh.
Just keep walking, keep on walking, she told herself.
Taking a deep calming breath, she slowly made her way through the grove.
Suddenly a loud booming voice shook her from her daydreams.
“Who dares to enter this hallowed place?”
No. Booming was not the right word. No single word could describe it.
It was quiet, yet seemed loud because it ran through her entire body like an earthquake.
Startled by the unexpected voice, Rosy hastily glanced around to find the owner of the deep and loud voice.
Who could that be? Rosy wondered, I thought there wasn’t supposed to be anyone in the groves. No one is allowed to enter except on occasions such as this. Wasn’t I supposed to hear the gods themselves? Some mystical being? But this sounds just like an ordinary man. A loud man, but ordinary enough…hmmm.
Realising that she was meant to answer she drew another deep breath and tried to summon her calmest voice.
“I, the first daughter of Surecarve and Brightweave, come to seek my true name and destiny from within the sacred grove”. Her voice quavered a little and she fervently hoped that the being would not notice her fear.
“Surely you do”, chuckled the voice. “What else is there to do in here?”
Then from behind a broad trunked tree stepped a man
Rosy’s eyes goggled. He was a man. Not a mystical being like she expected. He didn’t look like something to be feared. In fact he looked barely older than herself.
Curiosity got the better of her and before she could stop herself the question blurted out. “Who are you? What are you doing here? These groves are sacred, you shouldn’t be here…” her tirade was interrupted by his chuckling.
“I don’t know what the others have been telling you little one, but I assure you I am supposed to be here. It is my destiny to dwell in these groves and help others on their journeys. My name is Sightguide and I have been here far longer than you have been alive.” Sightguide said with such a calm voice that Rosy was inclined to believe him at first but when he said he had been here longer than she had been alive she snorted in disbelief and began to think this was all a prank. Any one of the village children could have set this up. She didn’t know a lot of the others because she kept to herself. It would be just the thing one of them would do out of boredom.
“How can that be true” she retorted, “when you look no older than I am now. Who put you up to this? You are going to be in so much trouble with the council when they find out about this…”
He started chuckling again to himself. “Time for a little history lesson I think” he muttered.
“I look 16 years old for that is how old I was when I entered here on my name journey.” He stated. “Again, my name is Sightguide and my destiny is to help others find their destinies within this grove. I have been here for close to 150 years now. There is some sort of magic here that allows me to never age. I will not die until another is named my successor.” He sighed forlornly. “The last Sightguide was 500 years old when I came along. So I could be here for a long time yet.”
150 years! Yet here he stood seemingly in the prime of his youth. Quite attractive for someone who was pale from spending the last 150 years under the shadows of the trees.
Sightguide stood watching her take the information in. He took pleasure in enlightening the villager children as they came through the grove. Most took it in their stride. Rarely did any challenge him the way this girl had. He could feel that she was not as ordinary as she seemed. His contact with the outside world was limited to these name journeys and the village elders who met him at the fringe of the grove once every moon cycle to give him the supplies he needed to survive.
“Come walk with me awhile, nameless one” Sightguide murmured, motioning her forward to his side. “We will walk the path together, but I must warn you, I can only guide you in your path you are the only one who can do anything during your tials. It is through these trials that you will begin to understand your true nature.” His voice had taken on a great solemness Rosy did not expect from him. She was still having trouble reconciling his age with his youthful appearance.
“Why can’t you help me?” Rosy asked.
“Because you are no longer a child”, Sightguide snapped. Then in a mellower tone, “If I helped, then it would be our journey and not yours. I already have my destiny, I do not need another. I have enough to do. You need yours however, and so you must face your trials alone.” He took a breath, seeming to ponder whether he should say anymore.
“How you deal with each trial will teach you something about yourself the you may or may not know already, but that you will certainly need in the future. Whether weakness or strength, who can tell?” Sightguide shrugged his shoulders then clamping his mouth shut he strode off along the pathway. Rosy knew instinctively from the look on his face that she would get no more answers for now. She hurried after Sightguide and within a few moments had fallen into step beside him.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
So I guess...
This blog is pretty boring right now! LOL
I've been meaning to type some of my story up on here, but I've been super busy with birthday parties, sick husband, work and now sickness myself.
I've typed up a little of my story... It's not much. I actually have a much longer draft on my laptop, but being sick I've too tired to be bothered getting it.
I would appreciate helpful comments.
1. DESTINY
The pathway, worn smooth over the centuries by the feet of the villagers, seemed to wind endlessly though the trees. The enchanted rocks which formed the pathway, glistened in the sunlight by day but now glowed brightly as the moon beams reached through the canopy of leaves overhead.
This was the beginning.
At least that was what all the adults had told her.
This journey was a rite of passage that must be made by all eventually.
For as long as she could remember, She had been told that this day would come.
Every girl and boy, when they reached the age of 16, needed to complete their own jouney to receive their name and be declared an adult.
Without a true name, one could not know their purpose, their destiny. And without the status of an adult one would not be allowed to fulfil that destiny. It was the way of her people. The way it had been for centuries, and the way it would be in the future.
The village elders stopped all who tried to guess their purpose, all who attempted to master any one task in particular before receiving their true name. They did not want anyone to follow the wrong path and cause any disruption to the balance of the world. Everyone must take their place in society.
The girl had heard the stories, the legends of the ancestors.
Stories of a time when parents gave their children names at birth.
A most disturbing time when children lived up to their birth names rather than their true name with disastrous consequences. One such legend was Hearthalt. Named so because her parents thought her so beautiful that they believed she would make all men stop to wonder at her beauty. They never dreamed that she would live up to her name literally. Their unfortunate mistake led to their exceedingly beautiful daughter into the ways of a seductress. Her first two victims once she reached adulthood were middle aged men. They thought themselves lucky that she would even consider an affair with them. They went to their graves still counting their lucky stars. Their hearts gave way amidst their throes of passion and at first the people believed that they were victims of a disease of the heart, not a young woman. Each man following, whether young or old met with the same demise. Fear gripped the villagers. What could the do about an unseen murderer? The women feared to let their husbands out of sight for the murderer seemed to only target them. Hearthalt had complete control over the men. They stopped their work whenever she drew near and now she could decide which of them died and when. She found the experience particularly exhilarating. At least that is what Inquisitor told all the people after he had investigated the string of strange murders and condemned her to death. Most of the people soon after decided that is was too dangerous to name their children before their destinies were revealed that they stopped the practise. Relying on completely harmless pet names and “daughter”, “son” or “child” to suffice for the first 16 years of their children’s lives.
Rosy, nicknamed for the colour her face would turn when any amount of attention was forced upon her, was apprehensive about her journey. Placing one foot in front of the other was proving difficult and she had barely made it a few dozen yards into the grove. No one, not even her mother, would tell her what to expect on this pivotal journey. All she was told was that everyone’s journey was different. After she had finished they would share what they wanted with one another, but not before. Her mother said she would know her name when the time came. Talk about vague!
Rosy dared to hope that she would be given the destiny of a weaver like her mother, Brightweave.
Brightweave certainly fulfilled her destiny. The dyes she coloured the wool and cotton for weaving were the brightest anyone had seen in decades, that combined with the intricate designs she managed to weave into the cloth she created made hers the most sought after among the Seekers by Bluesky Plains dwellers and traders alike. The sheepherders whom she gathered her wool from gave it willingly in exchange for a new set of clothes or a blanket each season.
Rosy truly enjoyed the times she was allowed to help her mother. Rare times indeed when the village elders were constantly on the lookout for children who spent too much time at, or seemed to enjoy a particular task. Whenever that happened the child was quickly moved onto another task. They said it was to stop the children from following a destiny that was not theirs. Rosy sometimes wondered if that was just a excuse to make life seem dull and boring enough that when you were given a purpose you would cling to it because it was something they couldn’t take you away from.
I've been meaning to type some of my story up on here, but I've been super busy with birthday parties, sick husband, work and now sickness myself.
I've typed up a little of my story... It's not much. I actually have a much longer draft on my laptop, but being sick I've too tired to be bothered getting it.
I would appreciate helpful comments.
1. DESTINY
The pathway, worn smooth over the centuries by the feet of the villagers, seemed to wind endlessly though the trees. The enchanted rocks which formed the pathway, glistened in the sunlight by day but now glowed brightly as the moon beams reached through the canopy of leaves overhead.
This was the beginning.
At least that was what all the adults had told her.
This journey was a rite of passage that must be made by all eventually.
For as long as she could remember, She had been told that this day would come.
Every girl and boy, when they reached the age of 16, needed to complete their own jouney to receive their name and be declared an adult.
Without a true name, one could not know their purpose, their destiny. And without the status of an adult one would not be allowed to fulfil that destiny. It was the way of her people. The way it had been for centuries, and the way it would be in the future.
The village elders stopped all who tried to guess their purpose, all who attempted to master any one task in particular before receiving their true name. They did not want anyone to follow the wrong path and cause any disruption to the balance of the world. Everyone must take their place in society.
The girl had heard the stories, the legends of the ancestors.
Stories of a time when parents gave their children names at birth.
A most disturbing time when children lived up to their birth names rather than their true name with disastrous consequences. One such legend was Hearthalt. Named so because her parents thought her so beautiful that they believed she would make all men stop to wonder at her beauty. They never dreamed that she would live up to her name literally. Their unfortunate mistake led to their exceedingly beautiful daughter into the ways of a seductress. Her first two victims once she reached adulthood were middle aged men. They thought themselves lucky that she would even consider an affair with them. They went to their graves still counting their lucky stars. Their hearts gave way amidst their throes of passion and at first the people believed that they were victims of a disease of the heart, not a young woman. Each man following, whether young or old met with the same demise. Fear gripped the villagers. What could the do about an unseen murderer? The women feared to let their husbands out of sight for the murderer seemed to only target them. Hearthalt had complete control over the men. They stopped their work whenever she drew near and now she could decide which of them died and when. She found the experience particularly exhilarating. At least that is what Inquisitor told all the people after he had investigated the string of strange murders and condemned her to death. Most of the people soon after decided that is was too dangerous to name their children before their destinies were revealed that they stopped the practise. Relying on completely harmless pet names and “daughter”, “son” or “child” to suffice for the first 16 years of their children’s lives.
Rosy, nicknamed for the colour her face would turn when any amount of attention was forced upon her, was apprehensive about her journey. Placing one foot in front of the other was proving difficult and she had barely made it a few dozen yards into the grove. No one, not even her mother, would tell her what to expect on this pivotal journey. All she was told was that everyone’s journey was different. After she had finished they would share what they wanted with one another, but not before. Her mother said she would know her name when the time came. Talk about vague!
Rosy dared to hope that she would be given the destiny of a weaver like her mother, Brightweave.
Brightweave certainly fulfilled her destiny. The dyes she coloured the wool and cotton for weaving were the brightest anyone had seen in decades, that combined with the intricate designs she managed to weave into the cloth she created made hers the most sought after among the Seekers by Bluesky Plains dwellers and traders alike. The sheepherders whom she gathered her wool from gave it willingly in exchange for a new set of clothes or a blanket each season.
Rosy truly enjoyed the times she was allowed to help her mother. Rare times indeed when the village elders were constantly on the lookout for children who spent too much time at, or seemed to enjoy a particular task. Whenever that happened the child was quickly moved onto another task. They said it was to stop the children from following a destiny that was not theirs. Rosy sometimes wondered if that was just a excuse to make life seem dull and boring enough that when you were given a purpose you would cling to it because it was something they couldn’t take you away from.
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