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The boy with fire in his eyes
Stands there waiting.
It is his soul inside;
It keeps him standing.
And if ever the fire goes out,
He will freeze in the cold.
It is his heat
And all that keeps him living.
Or if it never is put to use,
It will consume him;
He will burn to the ground
His ashes left behind.
But if the fire blazes,
If kindled, kept and carried,
If the boy with fire in his eyes
Finds life inside that fire,
His fire will light the world,
Will pierce the mist,
A fire to drive the dark away
Forever and ever more.
Daniel Nairn
Prologue: the beginning
By: Serina Lupin Anysia Trexler
Once Upon a time, or so the story told. A lumberjack and his three children, loving wife, lived happily. Like most stories this one begins with a simple mistake and somehow mistakes to horrors beyond imagination, but sometimes those horrors are worth it all for the beauty of something new and fascinating adventures.
"Daddy please tell me a story."
"Well o.k."
"Once Upon a Time, In a great forest there lived a poor woodcutter and his wife and his two children; The boy's name was Hans and the girl's Greta. They had little to eat each day so little that the mice would not even steal their crumbs for they were too small for them to see. Once a great dearth spread across the vast land as it killed livestock and swirled crops and the woodcutter could not gain the daily bread.
One night as he lied upon his fluffy white wool covered bed pondering this he sighed and asked of his wife “What will become of us? We cannot even feed the hungry mouths of our children; there is nothing left for ourselves."
" I will tell you what, my dearest," answered his wife; " we will take the children early in the morning into the forest, where it is thickest so thick that no mortal eyes could see; we will build them a fire, and we will give them each of them a piece of bread, then we will go to our work and leave them alone; they will never find their way home again and we shall be gone of them."
"No, wife," said the woodcutter, " I cannot do that; I cannot find it in my heart to take my children into the forest and leave them there alone; the wild animals would soon come and devour them."
" O you fool," said she, "then we will all four starve; you had better get the coffins ready" -and she left him no peace until he consented.
"But I really pity the poor children," said the woodcutter
The two children had not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what there step-mother had said to their father. Greta wept bitterly, and said to Hans “O t
“Hey guys wait for me!" a shrill voice entered the ears of three silhouettes in the distance. The sound of light footsteps and wood bouncing and thudding, then tears soon fell upon the fallen dry timber and shouted out through the dense forest.
"Safrinia! How many times do I have to tell you don't drop the wood!" said one of the silhouettes.
Her crying continued.
"Matthew! It’s not her fault I’m almost ashamed of you, you’re the oldest of the bunch and you should know better.” Matthew glanced down in shame “Sorry father it’s this Now was it my little princess? All you were trying to do was catch up now was it “The Tears soon ended as reassuring hands lifted her head to see her bright green eyes “You know you still have eyes as green as a forest" Safrinia's father said.
She started giggling as her father took her lumber along with his own and placed her upon his shoulder.“Dad can we go now?" Nathan the second oldest out of the three, said longingly.
“Yeah it’s almost dark and mom will be getting worried" Said Matthew.
"O.k. then let’s go" said their father as they all went home together.
"Oh Joe your home!" said the wife of the lumber man and mother of the children as she wrapped her arms aroun
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