The Way
Sunday, 30. March 2008, 14:23:24
.The Way.
A story by Chinajon
The way opened before the travelers, but it was dark.
The travelers stopped for the night, making a warm fire, near which they huddled in fear.
The travelers prayed, asking for guidance, even though the way lay open before them.
The sky glowed with stars, and many aligned with the way, but the travelers stared into their warm fire and did not see the guiding lights.
The night grew cold, and the travelers crawled into their warm blankets, telling each other that in the new day, they would set out to find the way.
The dawn glowed with pink and yellow hues, which shown down on the way in brilliant dancing beams. But the travelers slept until the day was bright. They shielded their eyes from the light and did not see the way, which lay open before them.
A child from the other side came walking down the path which led to the way. He saw the travelers sitting around the morning campfire cooking various meals. He stood looking at them in curiosity. They did not see him.
He saw them bring in a doe that they had killed in the woods, watched as they butchered it and started to turn it over one of the fires. The child understood the eternal weave, and saw that the travelers did not know of this. Saddened, the child turned back and walked slowly up the path, and wondered if the strangers had thanked the doe for the life she had given them. He decided to ask her about it when he got home.
In the footsteps which the child left behind, grew wildflowers and vines. Soon the path was covered with dots of yellow and blue - the child’s favorite colors - and red berries that were both sweet and tart. As the child entered the way home, rainbows drifted around him in curls and spirals, like fragrant breezes.
The way closed behind him
A story by Chinajon
The way opened before the travelers, but it was dark.
The travelers stopped for the night, making a warm fire, near which they huddled in fear.
The travelers prayed, asking for guidance, even though the way lay open before them.
The sky glowed with stars, and many aligned with the way, but the travelers stared into their warm fire and did not see the guiding lights.
The night grew cold, and the travelers crawled into their warm blankets, telling each other that in the new day, they would set out to find the way.
The dawn glowed with pink and yellow hues, which shown down on the way in brilliant dancing beams. But the travelers slept until the day was bright. They shielded their eyes from the light and did not see the way, which lay open before them.
A child from the other side came walking down the path which led to the way. He saw the travelers sitting around the morning campfire cooking various meals. He stood looking at them in curiosity. They did not see him.
He saw them bring in a doe that they had killed in the woods, watched as they butchered it and started to turn it over one of the fires. The child understood the eternal weave, and saw that the travelers did not know of this. Saddened, the child turned back and walked slowly up the path, and wondered if the strangers had thanked the doe for the life she had given them. He decided to ask her about it when he got home.
In the footsteps which the child left behind, grew wildflowers and vines. Soon the path was covered with dots of yellow and blue - the child’s favorite colors - and red berries that were both sweet and tart. As the child entered the way home, rainbows drifted around him in curls and spirals, like fragrant breezes.
The way closed behind him
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