Hello, dear readers, and welcome!
I wanted to share with you a short piece I wrote a little while ago. It's a special piece to me, as I penned it after a long-time friend of mine and I had to part ways. I love fairy tales, and would like to write more, but because of where it comes from, this one is particularly special to me.
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~ Lanc's Fairytales ~
The Origin Of Tears
By: Alexandra Lanc
Once upon a time there were three friends -- destined to die.
Now, this was in a time before the ages that any of us are familiar with, a time before man existed. There was only the Earth, the Universe, the natural elements, the animals, and the Elder Creatures; it was not yet time in the history of Creation for humankind to be crafted.
The Elder Creatures have gone by many names over time -- fairy, god, to name a few -- but to themselves, in this time, they were kin. Most Elder Creatures strove for harmony with each other, and with nature, and after thousands of years when one passed it gifted the world with something new, something original--
Word had been spread that new creatures were to be created, creatures that would inhabit the Earth for only a short time, and so the Elders were to leave something for these new creatures to enjoy, to use throughout their short lives and beyond.
Each Elder Creature knew the span of its life, and each wanted to leave something worthy of their existence.
The three friends I spoke of were together for twelve thousand of our human years. They were inseparable, and were as close as three souls could be. And, whether through kindness or luck, it just so happened that they would all pass, traveling to the world beyond the mortal or immortal realms, in succession.
Had they all died together, at the same time, we would not have tears.
The first of the friends to pass was Lignum, meaning "wood", and he gifted the world with many new species of tree, from the very small to the very large, with branches so thick they seemed homes in and of themselves.
His two friends mourned him, sitting beneath a brand new tree called an oak.
The second to pass was Ignis, meaning "fire", and from then on each flame that burned had multiple colors nestled within it, fiery shades of passion and blaze.
The last of the threesome spent her final night sitting before a new, colorful fire, back pressed against the same oak tree that Ignis had sat beneath her with.
Her name was Aqua, meaning "water", and as her time drew nearer, her chief emotion was sadness, and her chief thought was how she could not find a way to express the full sorrow in her heart.
She wished to do something special, to cause the world to remember her two friends, even if that memory would fade with time, and the meaning of her gift would change. She wanted to do something to show her fondness for the wonderful times she had spent with her friends on the green and blue Earth.
She wanted a way to expression all that she felt and had felt over the years -- the joy of before, and the sadness of now, the emotions in between. She wished for a way to express what it meant to let go.
A smile or frown would not do. No dance could properly convey. And no matter how much she screamed, her despairing heart would not be properly heard.
She would see her friends in the next realm, but things would never be the same again; there would be a new sky, a new home, and new memories.
Aqua wished for something as of yet unseen -- and felt water begin to roll down her cheek, born from her heart. Several other streaks followed, and as Aqua reached a fingertip to her cheek and then pulled it away, she saw the first teardrops.
When she died, rejoining her friends in a new form, she left tears behind -- with all of their joy and sadness.
You may think that tears are only a reaction, and you would be right -- and wrong. Each tear connects to our hearts -- be it by sadness, gladness, or any other emotion -- and each tear also connects us to the next tear to be shed.
Each tear connects us to the emotions of the ages, to each other through time, all tears like a flowing river, leading us back to one another again.
The Origin of Tears © Alexandra Lanc, 2016
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