A Little Snippet…

Hello Everyone!

Last summer, I wrote a short story for The Symphoney of Words writing contest, hosted by my friend, Charis at Charisrae.com. This short story was inspired by The Four Seasons by Vivaldi. This is just a small snippet of it, but let me know if you want more!

Just as the sun was about to set, the birds had become quiet as a large group of elves gathered. Aspen hurried along with the others hoping not to be late to the storytelling. The storyteller, an old elf named Salvia, had told the Four Seasons Story many times. Aspen had heard it many times. Still, it was disrespectful to the storyteller to be late to the storytelling. 

Aspen finally made it to the clump of trees where stories were told. She found a good spot in a tree near the fire.  Aspen heard the crackling of the campfire as she listened to Salvia’s soft humming.  

“Is everyone here?” Salvia asked, stirring the coals with her stick. 

“Yes storyteller Salvia,” everyone replied in unison. 

“Then let’s begin.” Salvia sat down and started her story.

The Trail of the Cedars

When the Great Creator made the forest, he created animals, plants and trees. He created the great cedar trees to rule over them. He said to the Cedar trees, “Stand still. Be patient. If you grow strong and tall, you will grow wise.”

One day, a crow spoke to a clump of cedar trees. “Did you know your roots grow shallow?” he asked, “You can walk around and order the animals to do things. You are the rulers, which means you can do whatever you want.” 

Then an owl came. He said, “Remember what the Great Creator said. Be patient and grow strong and tall.” 

A few of the trees were persuaded by the crow, so they pulled their roots out of the ground, and set off into the forest. They ordered the animals to do things, and did as they pleased. The rest of the trees grew strong and tall. 

The Great Creator saw what was happening in the forest, so he sent a flood through the forest. The trees that moved around fell, for their roots hadn’t had time to grow wide and become strong.  But the trees that had patience and moved stood tall and strong. They were the ones that survived the flood. 

After the flood, the animals came to the cedar trees, asking questions. The cedar trees answered with wise words. 

Until next time!

-Hannah

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