Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Wind ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

And here is the second part…

 

The Wind

 

The little boy has ten fingers and ten toes and a crown of mahogany hair. He mewls after six hours of existence. Wind, a proud father, looks at him and thinks of another breeze he has born to dance across the earth. I name him Zephyr without a second thought, a knowing smile hidden behind his father's unconquerable laughter.

 

The Wind has calmed now, the old longing rising rarely and taking him away briefly. His little Zephyr will replace his own experienced feet to tiptoe across his paths and continue that long search for identity. However, not until a few more winters have passed. No spring will herald his departure for a long time yet.

 

Wind spirited me away for a brief scatter of years, showed me the paths downwards and the thickness of the forests and the cities at world's heart. Then, we returned to the vast hollowness of the mountain sky and the solitary stillness of my home.

 

He reluctantly told me once that his search for himself had always led him back up that winding path, littered with pine needles, to where I sat on a damp porch. To the pale hair and the shifting eyes and the curious earth bound girl named Renael.

 

I live with him in the house that is deserted of my mother's life and has lost the frowning glare of my brother's eagle eyes. He disappeared in the intervening years of my absence, with only a note to remember him by.

 

It was signed briefly, Gone walking.

 

Without the breathless pocket of unease I feel oddly hollow. Though Wind picks up the spare parts of my soul and consoles me- to me he has always been the very body of the earth. With him, I can survive the darkness of the mountains and the absence of the breathless pocket and the damp, lonely room of my mother. The porch helps: there, he will always be kissing me.

 

I smile at the little snatch of life in my arms, smile at the windows coated by sleet, and smile at the man who plays with the tiny fingers of his son. And, inside me, there is always a smug satisfaction that I have been able to tame the Wind.

 

I live and breathe by that one truth.

 

Finit

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