She hated the feeling of solitude, of isolation, that she often sought the warmth and companionship of the crowd no matter who they were or how horrid they smelled. She didn’t care about these things; only that she could still see someone breathing nearby.
The seven bell rings of The Academy of Sidus in a normal night announced the student’s dinner time. All at once, the students reading in the Great Library stood up and hastily gathered their books, including her. Afraid to be the last one to leave, she used her magic. Calling forth a small amount of breeze accompanied by snow, she stacked the books in a neat pile that sparkled with snow in an instant. Proud of her work, she smiled and joined the crowd.
A decent amount of students and scholars were already milling about the corridor when she got out of the library. She knew no one of the people walking beside her but they knew her. Some gave a brief nod in her direction and some even bowed. The others just watched her with cautious eyes and others just flat-out ignored her. She couldn’t care less; she was contented with whatever attention they give her. Craning her neck to get a better look at the people ahead of her, she spotted an auburn hair that belonged to her roommate. Reaching down, she ran a finger vertically across the center of her flat shoe that produced a trail of ice. She did the same with her other one and stood, a slight gleam in her green eyes as she proudly looked at her ice skating shoes.
“Make way!” she shouted as she created her own ice path and skated. Only she would dare make her own ice path in a crowded hallway. Several gasps and cheers and curses escaped from the mouths of the students she passed. Her short black hair whipped backwards as she maneuvered her way to her roommate, her laughter echoing through the walls. She came to a sudden stop beside said roommate who expressionlessly looked at her with rich hazel eyes and started to bow down.
The sun shone high that day.
The thin blanket of clouds never stopped the sunlight from reaching the earth. Neither did it discourage the two girls from taking a stroll on their countryside farm. They both wore dresses that swayed with the rhythm of the wind. Both their eyes were in shades of brown; one light and the other dark. And just as they’d glimpse the farmer’s small hut, it begun to drizzle and quickly turned to rain.
“Oh damn it, I’m almost soaked,” said the one with dark eyes.
“We’ll have to wait here till the rain stops,” answered the other. “No umbrella.”
They both sat down, stared at nothing and at everything, never talking, and just listened.
“It’s a fox rain,” she proclaimed.
“Mm-hmm,” was her only answer.
“We should make a story out of it,” like they always do.
A brief pause and then—
“Rain fell in love with earth, and in return, earth loved the rain too,” her response quiet compared to the sound of rain. It was always her most relaxing moment, when the sky cries out its day’s worth of frustration, ready to start another bright day.
“Yes,” she answered with the same quiet voice. “But rain was not earth’s first love. It was the sun.”
“It was always them.” Her retort was laced with bitterness as it was with rain that her bets lie.
“Since the beginning of time, sun embraced earth with his warmth and earth welcomed it. Even with their distance, sun was able to make earth feel comfort and love,” she proudly stated.
“But their distance proved to be the cause of a great rift that rippled their love. There were times when sun has to leave earth, and earth would fall into darkness without sun’s light. And as sun’s love for earth grew, sun’s warmth also rose. The days in which sun would bathe earth with warmth, no longer will earth be comfortable. Earth would crack and break under the sun’s intensity so much so that earth now looked forward to darkness, when earth would begin to heal the day’s worth of pain.” She pouted at her continuation but preceded the story nonetheless.
“One night, rain saw earth and all of earth’s withered state and…,” she nudged for her to continue.
“And rain helped earth heal with rain’s gentle caress. Rain’s downpour filled earth’s cracks and watered the withered plants. Earth returned to becoming what once earth was, vibrant and blooming. Rain had taken a liking to earth and promised to come again and earth looked forward to the fulfillment of the promise.” Her voice filled with triumph at how the story was progressing but it appeared she would now lead the story to sun’s victory.
“When the sun returned, sun knew that something had changed. Earth had changed and not because of the sun. The sun grew suspicious and because sun wanted all of earth, sun once more increased the intensity of sun’s heat, erasing all the unknown traces that now covered earth’s surface. Earth cracked and split once more that earth let out a pained cry. Rain heard it and came to earth’s rescue. Now that the sun finally drew what has caused earth’s change out, the sun fought with rain for the earth’s attention and noble as rain was, rain fought back.” She giggled at what she added that left the other girl giggling too.
“Earth tried to stop the fight but at what the sun and rain was doing, it was actually to the earth’s advantage. Earth was filled with coolness that soothed which rivaled the warmth that liberated. So earth remained silent whiles the sun and rain caused fox rains. Fox rains that symbolize rivalry,” her expression thoughtful as the fox rain slowed to a drizzle.
“Fox rain that represents ignorance and detachment.”
“Fox rain that depicts love and care.”
“Fox rain that’s now…gone.” She jumped and ran outside the hut. “C’mon! We should hurry back home before it rains again.”
Her movement was as lazy as a sloth but still followed the girl with eyes that see beauty with hers that see ruin. But not this time. This time, both the girls saw beauty and ruin at the same moment. And as they walked down the path, with the wind teasing the hems of their slightly soaked dresses, the rain, sun and earth were clapping enthusiastically after the girls’ entertaining story.
I’m sorry I let you down.
I’m sorry I screw things up.
I’m sorry I’m never good enough.
I’m sorry for being a pain.
I’m sorry for being good-for-nothing.
I’m sorry for being loud.
I’m sorry for being irresponsible.
I’m sorry my best can’t satisfy you.
I’m sorry for not being how I should be.
I’m sorry for being wrong.
Forgive me for the things I can’t do.
Pardon me for the things I have done,
that shouldn’t be
I’m sorry for being me.
The wind once told me a tale
about a man who have such kindness
that he could warm the hearts even of those
made from ice.
He was sweet and gentle and very warm.
The gods love him.
But evil could not stand how a mere human
could impress the gods so he made a deal with death.
Death then came upon him that night.
As his soul left his body,
death stripped him his living qualities
—the deal which death made with the evil.
Now the gods had wondered how different he was
compared to when he was still alive.
And because of that, he could not pass through the gates of goodness
and for that as well, evil smiled from ear to ear.
But still, the gods favored him and so,
he became the spirit of the wind.
The free, wild, playful and mocking wind.
The whispering cold and taunting wind.