"Powers?" Alisna questioned.
"Powers...." Then she remembered.
Circling her hands together she
formed a blue ball of wispy light. She
shot it out of her hands and it landed
precariously on The Flower. A few
seconds past and nothing happened.
Then the ball burst, and The Flower's
petals dropped.
As quickly as she could Alisna ran past
The Flower, waving goodbye to the
Tree as she went past. "Thank God
that's over," she sighed. Then the rain
started again. "Really?" She yelled at
the sky. "I was just starting to get
dry...." Then all of a sudden the sense
that something bad was happening
grew stronger. "I must be here," she
panted, looking around. But she saw
nothing. She went every which way,
but the sense was still there. She sadly
gave up and walked home.
As she trudged through the mud and
leaf mold, the rain gradually stopped.
But she noticed that no matter how far
she went, the danger sense was as
strong as before. "How can this be?"
She asked herself. "How can danger
be, everywhere?" When she reached
home, an abandoned shack in the
middle of the forest, she thought, "The
Flower...."
The fire crackled in a warm fireplace,
warming up the house. Fall furniture
was crisply placed, brightening up the
dark days of Fall.
"Mother, how long will this rain last?"
A young girl asked from in front of the
fireplace, sewing. "I don't know
sweetheart. Now finish up your sewing
and you can help me make a cake for
your grandfather," A tired Mother
smiled.
"Yes Mother," the girl sighed. A few
months ago her grandfather had come
down with a terrible illness. He could
hardly walk, and he had to lie in bed
and rest all day long. Before the illness
had struck him, he had been willing to
play games with her, make and bake
things, and read stories to her all the
time.
"Yvonne," he had said to her one time
as he lay in bed, "you must listen to
your Mother," he coughed. "It will do
you much good in the future, I
promise," he smiled. But then he
became grave. "Yvonne. You must
watch carefully for those who you
cannot trust. Trust," he coughed. "No
one,"
Yvonne had thought and pondered
what he could have meant by that for
months. It frightened her a bit; she did
not know anyone she could not trust....
But she must listen to her
grandfather's words and.... "Well I
guess I'd better not trust anyone
then.... Not even Mother?" She
thought, confused. "Surely I can trust
Mother...."
