Once upon a broken time, there was a girl who could talk to the trees. She would listen to their needs and command the wind and water to help them live and be free unlike herself. While she could go where she wanted and do what she pleased but there the invisible boundary lines held her in the cage. The trees could walk and talk to her and she to them. She would play, dream, learn and imagine. She would hang from their branches and jump in the fallen leaves. The trees could pass the boundary lines and in their return to see the girl they would bring the world’s newest treasure and various knick-knacks of sorts all of which she stored in her shack of a home. Her home became a treasure trove. There were tools, weaponry, instruments, books, bottles and various other things. Everything had it’s place and although the girl strived to go outside the boundary, she was happy.
The girl grew older, stronger and happier.
When retrieving an arrow, she discovered that a quarter of the boundary had expanded. Upon further inspection she found that the boundary had opened a part of the outside. And with her pack set out to explore. Once she returned, she told the trees her findings. The people she had met, the buildings she entered and the roads she had traveled. The trees, seeing that she had seen a school and having wanting her to grow more wise, agreed to send her off to learn far more than they could ever teach her. Knowing that going would make the trees happy, she was very happy. There she made friends, learned about the world beyond the boundaries and was very happy. Every time she would return home, she would tell the trees everything that happened and everything she learned and the trees were very happy.
This continued for several years. Everyday she would go off in the morning and come back. She would spend less time playing and more time working. Her conversations with the trees began to get less detailed, shorter, and monotonous. The trees began to become worried. The girl would go, come back and spend all the rest of the day in her home. She didn't swing in the branches or jump in the fallen leaves anymore. She wouldn't dream or imagine, she couldn’t. Soon the girl never stopped to talk to them and started to neglect her duties to the trees. When a tree came to her bearing presents, she would not look on in such fascination as she once did.
One day she returned home crying. The trees asked what was wrong and the girl exploded. Many of the friends she had made were gone and what friends she still had would not listen to her stories and only cared about themselves. A guy friend had rejected her and she had gotten a bad grade in several subjects. She was pressured to do things she did not want to do and did not want to be. On top if it all she was being bullied daily and she just couldn't hold it in anymore. She was depressed and had been contemplating killing herself for the past month. After several hours of talking to the trees, she began to feel better. She had enough, but she couldn't not go to school.
“be brave, be wise, be strong.” said the trees.
“but how can be brave if i am afraid, wise if i am not, strong if others are stronger than me?” asked the girl.
“My dear Kairavi, Why are you so unsure? You are not who they say you are. you are who you think you are, no more, no less. Worry not what they may say…”
“It’s not that easy!” She screamed. At that moment, a fierce wind blew through the trees.
“Jutro bendzie lepiej. Kairavi, forget what you know and hold onto the past. Tell no one who you are and close the windows. Remember who you are and not who you want to be. Jutro bendzie lepiej. Heaven has fallen, yet you are still here. The boundary of your existence, although compressed and pushed, will expand beyond your knowledge.” The girl sunk to the ground and her tears fell upon her skirt. “Your job is to go out and test those limits without restraint. Be brave, be wise, be strong. Jutro bendzie lepiej. Worry not, Kairavi, you know not what awaits you now.”
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