The Eternal storm

 

Listen as I tell the tale,

The long time stories of two loves

Their love shines like two beautiful doves,

And is strong enough to survive any gale.

So listen carefully, my little child,

As I tell you stories that are beguiled…

*

            “Mommy, Mommy! Tell me a story please?”

            Indigo blinked, looking to her daughter with a confused look on her face, “Again?”

            “Yeah, Mommy! You tell the best stories!”

            Indigo laughed a little at Amaya, ruffling her hair, “I wouldn’t say –that-...”

            “But you do!” Amaya smiled at her mother, and Indigo sighed, giving in.

            “Alright, alright, but which story to choose…”

            She stared out at the Jupiter terrain, her soft gray eyes staring at the storm. She was almost thankful to be living in the Jupiter palace, since she had to watch after the kingdom while Jupiter-sama served the princess. There was no one else to do so, anyway.

            She rested her palm against her chin, listening to the sound of a thunder crack suddenly, and an idea came to mind.

            “Alright, sit on my lap, Amaya.”

            The five year old nodded, and crawled up to her mother’s lap as she smiled, holding her daughter close, as if a fragile doll.

            “Once there was a storm. It was a powerful storm, and never once did it end. Always people were afraid to travel in it in fear of dying a horrendous death, or something of that sort,” She whispered, “And yet, in the middle of the storm, there lived a village. All the people lived in fear of never being able to leave.

            “You see there lived a dangerous ruler, a cruel man, as darkness overruled his heart. He was a fair judge, but a harsh one. A great ruler, but ruling with fear. Uncorrupted yet corrupt at the same time.  Yet even through this confusion, no one knew exactly what to expect, so they lived in fear.

            “In a small grove away from the village, there lived a maiden. This maiden was beautiful, fair, and powerful. She lived alone, though, as her love had died years ago in a wave of destruction. Many had loved her, and many had tried to woo her, but she was so convinced she could never love again.”

            She let out a sigh, watching her daughter grow sleepy, and she began to rock the girl side to side.

            “The people of the village had lived for so long in fear that finally one girl managed to flee, braving the storm until she reached the grove, when a bolt of lightening struck her, leaving her alive, but with amnesia-“

            “Mommy…” Amaya asked sleepily, “What’s amnesica?”

            Indigo smiled, “Amnesia is when you lose your memory for awhile.”

            “Oooooh.” Amaya nodded, then waved for her mother to continue.

            “Well, the fair lady found the girl when tending to her normal duties, and immediately brought her inside. She couldn’t get a single word out of her for a week, and it seemed hopeless, so she decided to raise the girl as a friend and perhaps a sister.

            “Weeks passed, and the people grew more and more fearful of their ruler, until they finally decided to join together and rebel, intending to overthrow the cruel man, and a war began…The battles were long and hard, but the villagers lost, and all were dead.

            “But Meanwhile, the girl regained her memory, and immediately explained the entire situation to the girl, who decided to attempt to bring peace to the village, and they began their trip.”

            “But if they were all dead, then how could they bring peace?” The girl groggily asked as she began to again drift off into her own sleepy land.     

            Indigo smiled, her voice lowering to a whisper, “I’m not sure, my dear Amaya.

            “The two arrived, and found the people dead, but the ruler alone, and sad. The girl began to feel depressed, like she had come too late, and in a way she had. All of this was her fault as she could see it, because she had lost her memory.

            “The fair lady, though, approached the cruel ruler, and wrapped her arms around him, in means of comfort, when she finally realized it…”

            She looked to her daughter, and realized the girl was asleep, smiling to herself.

            “Well, it seems I cannot finish the story,” She whispered, resting her head against the back of the chair, letting herself doze off also…