by Casperphobia » Tue Mar 20, 2018 2:26 am
username; Pitch1226
kalon name; Willow
kalon gender; Female
myth (max 500 words) / art;
It all started millions of years ago. There was a small village and in this village lived a Kalon by the name of Willow. Bad luck seemed to follow her where ever she went. One day, Willow was on the outskirts of town when she found something interesting. There, in a nearby ditch, was a small golden box. Curious, Willow approached the box, picking it up and turning it around in her paws. When she opened it up, the kalon was confused to find a large seed. Despite this, she immediately felt the need to take care of it. She hurried home and raced to her back yard. After digging a hole and gently placing the seed inside, Willow refilled the hole. The next day went on as usual. It began with Willow waking up late, missing an important village meeting. Because of this, she was sent to the fields to help with the harvest, which she planned to do anyway. However, because it was a punishment for missing the meeting, Willow was in charge of harvesting an entire field by herself. She was allowed no breaks so there she worked for hours until every last crop was harvest. By the end of it, her paws were bleeding as she trudged home. Unfortunately, bad luck found her and when she got home, Willow found that someone had robbed her house. The door was left open and as soon as the kalon walked in, she could immediately name several objects that were missing. After her long day, this was the cherry on top. Willow ran to her back yard, sobbing. She found herself kneeling in front of where she had planted the seed. Her tears fell onto the soil where the seed was. A small smiled appeared on her face as she thought about the plant and how she was at least useful to the plant, even if it meant she was crying. It then became a habit. Whenever she cried, Willow returned to the seed and let her tears spill onto the seed. Over time, it began to grow. First a tiny sprout, but slowly turned into a tree. Many years later stood a large tree where the seed once was. And under that tree sat Willow, though now she was old and frail. Tears were streaming down her face, however they were happy tears. She knew her time was almost up in this world. Willow was so tired from the life she had lived. With one final breath, she closed her eyes and felt one last tear fall down her cheek.
They say if you cry under a weeping willow, Willow's spirit will approach you and try to comfort you. Of course, this has never been proven, but there has been a select few who claim to have been comforted by Willow.
Art is a wip
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Casperphobia on Tue Mar 20, 2018 9:01 am, edited 1 time in total.