Stories

This page displays stories that I've written about Jamaa, legends, and so forth! I hope you enjoy. ^.^

Mira's Presence

Mira watched her children from a distance. Her gentle, golden eyes swept the land that laid before her, as if she could warm the lands with her touch. She allowed herself the freedom of spreading her wings, cherishing the aromas of the blooms and the laughs of her children around her. She would never be able to speak to them again, she knew that. But she could watch over them, and she was content.

She smiled beautifully at her children who laughed below, her golden eyes crinkling into winks. Her feathers were splayed into a soft sweetness of gray that fluttered gently in the warm wind.

Oh, how Mira longed to speak to them again. To have them speak to her.

Sighing, Mira flew off of her perch, flying high above Jamaa. She smoothly glided near the trees, feeling their soft scents waft beneath her feathers. The gentle glow of sunlight illuminated her kind and weathered face, and she landed quietly next to a fox with crystal eyes and fur as white as snow. The fox was seated at the foot of the Mira statue in Jamaa Township, a wreath of flowers burrowed into the crook of her neck.

Eternal, her name is Eternal, Mira thought, for she knew each and every one of her children’s names. Their names were not to be forgotten.

The leaves chittered restlessly, as if they were a waiting audience.

“Dear Mira,” the fox began, and Mira, startled, reached an instinctive outstretched wing towards her child. Her wing only brushed through the fox, as if the heron was a ghost. Eternal did not seem to feel a thing, but yet she did give a little shiver, as if the winds had blown her way.

“How are things going?” Eternal asked. Mira, tilting her head to listen, allowed herself a perch on a thick, broad branch in a tree above them, listening to the fox’s gentle voice.

“There’s been lots of bad things going on lately,” Eternal continued, and Mira pained herself a sigh of disappointment. She would not dare shed a tear, for the phantoms were becoming worse by the moment. She could feel them pounding within her skull, scratching at the walls that kept them confined.

“There’s scammers, bullies, unkind people and unkind words. There’s people who don’t care about you or Father Zios or anyone, really.”

Mira bobbed a saddened nod at the fox’s words. Although she loved her children fully and tenderly, many did not love her back. The trees rustled around them as Eternal paused, and Mira watched her attentively, softly closing her golden eyes to listen to the winds that surrounded them.

“But I care,” Eternal said.

“I care about you, Mira. And even if everyone says you’re gone… I don’t believe it. I love you. We all do. And…we hope that you love us, too; that you’re watching over us and laughing at our silliness or beaming with pride at how we’re fighting the phantoms in our adventures. Because that’s what I hope. I hope you love us. I hope you love me.”

Mira’s heart radiated with love at the fox’s words. She landed lightly next to Eternal and peered into her glistening eyes.

“I will always love you,” Mira whispered, her voice soothingly melodic, and planted a ghostly kiss upon the fox’s cheek. Eternal, startled, glanced up at the proud, Mira statue that shadowed across her features. Mira lifted her gray wings, sending a burst of winds spiraling along the trees, the soft scent of roses shifting through the air. She watched carefully from above as the fox pawed away from the statue.

With one last glance behind her, Eternal smiled, her eyes bright and clear.

“I know you’re here,” Eternal said, and Mira smiled back.

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*Note from the author: I chose to write this story because one day I was doing exactly what Eternal was doing. I literally sat at the foot of the Mira statue and talked to her. And then this story came to mind. Sometimes you find inspiration in the oddest of places...* :)