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"I suppose this is where you must decide between fighting and peace," the birds crowed overhead, the crickets chirped to the night sky, the wind whistled through the trees. The words were everywhere, reminding her of the decision she had to make. There was no easy choice to make. Each would result in pain and suffering though that wasn't supposed to happen to nature. But it did, it happened to the nature around us and it happened to the fire that destroyed the nature. Pain and suffering was the outcome, no matter what choice was made. Unless, unless there was another choice, another option.
Andria was borne of fire and trees themselves. Chaos and elegance. The two things that destroyed each other best. And Andria was a warrior, a protector of sorts. Only taking what needed to go.
A low, savage growl began to tell of chaos, "The fire ravaged the land, burning everything it came across. Chaos ruined lives. If you were dis fortunate enough to fall upon chaos, you changed. Kind and caring people became insane and disorganized. You became a fire that always had access to oxygen. Mayhem will descend upon us all."
The soft voice of elegance washed over Andria, "Elegance came after chaos. She built the trees back up to their beautiful forms and covered the land in sweet, springy grass. If you were fortunate enough to float upon elegance, you grew. You grew into trees and all nature, for they are what keeps this earth alive. You become providers instead of takers, helping the earth to resume its beauty once the fire came and gone." Andria's mind whirled with the legends she had been told since birth. Chaos combined with elegance seemingly impossible, yet it had happened. And she had to decide which would win the fight inside of her.
A cool voice whispered as though it were the wind, "Chaos, destruction, mayhem..."
Another voice sang as though it were a bird, "Elegance, grace, ethereal..."
The voices pulled Andria this way and that, causing her nothing but havoc inside her heart.
What were she to choose? Would she follow in her father's footsteps? Or her mother's? Which did she want? Would she give up on way of life for the other? Could she? There was no simple answer to her many questions.
Andria awoke one morning, the dew still on the plants, signaling the earth's rebirth. She rose to her paws as lightly as possible, but she wasn't her mother. She made noise, but not as much as her father would. Andria had to decide which paw would win, she couldn't stay half in and half out of both worlds. She was in the middle, as a warrior and fighter. She caused destruction, but with a noble heart and deed. She didn't fight for the sake of fighting, but she didn't give in for the sake of another. A strong will was what set her apart from everyone else. She would always be different, she was a warrior borne of fire and flowers, mayhem and ethereals. As she entered the world outside of her den, she climbed a grassy hill to look out over the prairie. Her mother had always said, "The trees and all nature are sacred and must be protected under all costs." That was her mother's law, her way of life. And her father? Well, he said, "The fire is sacred, and in order to live other's must die." Andria heard a sweet symphony beckoning her from the trees below. A rough song came from the winds, also beckoning her. She didn't move. As her green eyes that resembled the oak trees looked in between the nature and the fire, she saw a lonely figure. Andria fell in love with the sight of him, the mere thought of someone else in the middle was enough for her.
When his loud, deep voice beckoned her, she listened, "Come. You mustn't dream of the fire or the flowers. You must dream of the eagle that soars high above the clouds and keeps watch over all the land. The land ruined by the fire and the land mended by the flower. Above everyone else, you are free." The male wolf turned and vanished in the mist of the morning.
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Andria made her decision. She wasn't to create destruction everywhere she went, or to fix everything that was broken piece by piece. She was meant to be free and keep watch over everything like the warrior she was. In a bound, her dusty pelt, that resembled the ground after a fire, was no longer visible as she took her place in the ever growing world.
He was a fire,
She was a flower,
Their love was oxygen.
He prospered,
While she died,
Just to get the chance to love him.
In the fire,
Beauty had been destroyed
But when the smoke cleared
And the ashes blew away,
The rebirth of the world was a warrior
A warrior to watch over all of the land, not just the fire and not just the newly born world
A warrior who had one paw in each world
And was never indecisive about which side would win
For no side would win
Because with the strength of a lion,
The mind of an oak tree,
And the freedom of an eagle,
She was unstoppable.
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