kalon name: Amaryllis
paper crane:
what is the kalon's wish:
Amaryllis stood in the clearing, the yellow grass almost painful on her paws. In her mouth, she gently held a small paper crane, her jaw shaking at the effort of not clamping down. She kneeled and looked up to the grey sky.
She knew to speak out loud just meant disturbing the heavy silence. Instead, she closed her eyes and thought:
“Soon enough the sun will rise and the world will be awash in light. I wish for this, and with this I wish for the dead grass to grow and clover fields to flourish. I wish for the forest filled with the sweet smell of honeysuckle, and for the streams and lakes once frozen to melt. I wish that the fish swim again and the animals deep within dens awaken from their slumber and dance together in the sunlight. I wish that the bugs burrow out from the ground, that the birds who left their homes return and fill the world again with their wonderful songs. I wish that the trees bloom and bear their ripe fruit, so all those who hungered through the cold may eat, may feast, amongst friends. I wish for the long, quiet days of snow to be replaced with soft rain, the sky alight with colors unimaginable in the cold months. I wish for those who are sick to heal, for those who are sad to be filled again with joy and wonder. I wish for this peace, this tranquility, upon all those roaming the land, big and small, and I wish for renewal. The start of what had ended and the beginning of that which has yet to be, a new world, a kinder world. This is my wish, my greatest wish of all.”
And with that Amaryllis saw light shine into her eyes and she opened them. The clouds had been torn asunder, the sun peaking through as if to acknowledge her wish. She felt tears in her eyes at this odd sign, and took a deep breath before dropping her crane onto the ground.
It drifted softly, such a blue that she could almost imagine the sky itself was falling. But then it landed, on top of a moldering pile of papers-- of other cranes. She only allowed herself a moment’s glance before looking up at the moss-covered statue she kneeled in front of.
Its eyes gleamed, the light bouncing off of them. It looked peaceful, not quite alive, but as if it once were. An odd realism that dissuaded any travelers from disturbing the holy sight.
Amaryllis bowed her head, a sign of respect to the statue, and she vanished into the undergrowth.
The statue stayed, unmoving, but something in its face told a strange, sad tale. As if, perhaps, with the right wish, it would find itself breathing again.
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