sm_monthly Aug 15 theme
Watch and be amazed at how thoughrally I can rip off this other, original story of mine.
Title: Daughter of the Trees
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Family--Tree
Genre: General, Angst
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
The car had hit a tree. Her mother had been trying to resecure her in the car seat and her father had turned around to say something.
Makoto had never held a grudge.
When the other children wouldn’t play with her, she played by herself. She climbed trees; she never fell, ever in her life. She traveled to far off places and rescued princes, in her head. She taught herself to write with both hands and to walk silently over any kind of ground.
She listened. She learned the sharp caw of the raven and the grackle and the trill of the songbird and they became her friends. She learned the song of the wind through leaves and came to understand the trees.
You are our daughter, they told her. The daughter of the trees.
Her new father was a lord among trees, strong and craggy. She cried when he was cut down and mourned as long as for her human parents.
The new queen of the trees in the neighborhood was huge and majestic, with broad leaves and a broad crown. The lady was wise and she was not unkind, but she and Makoto were never close.
She instead ran her hands over the moss and kissed the bark of the prince and heir of the trees, her own brother. He was not her only friend among the trees or the one she spent the most time with, but he was her brother. He was not ancient and wise, he was her age. But he knew what Makoto was, his own true sister, of the trees.
There was no surprise, no doubt, her magic would be of wood.
Title: Daughter of the Trees
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Family--Tree
Genre: General, Angst
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
The car had hit a tree. Her mother had been trying to resecure her in the car seat and her father had turned around to say something.
Makoto had never held a grudge.
When the other children wouldn’t play with her, she played by herself. She climbed trees; she never fell, ever in her life. She traveled to far off places and rescued princes, in her head. She taught herself to write with both hands and to walk silently over any kind of ground.
She listened. She learned the sharp caw of the raven and the grackle and the trill of the songbird and they became her friends. She learned the song of the wind through leaves and came to understand the trees.
You are our daughter, they told her. The daughter of the trees.
Her new father was a lord among trees, strong and craggy. She cried when he was cut down and mourned as long as for her human parents.
The new queen of the trees in the neighborhood was huge and majestic, with broad leaves and a broad crown. The lady was wise and she was not unkind, but she and Makoto were never close.
She instead ran her hands over the moss and kissed the bark of the prince and heir of the trees, her own brother. He was not her only friend among the trees or the one she spent the most time with, but he was her brother. He was not ancient and wise, he was her age. But he knew what Makoto was, his own true sister, of the trees.
There was no surprise, no doubt, her magic would be of wood.