The WIND SPIRIT

One fine day, the wind spirit fell in love with a little girl...He loved hearing her pearly laugh that rung a long way and that he uses to carry along with him like his personal little music box.

He had discovered her just before a storm, swinging away,her little slender body fending the air like and arrow to then bend like the an agile bamboo, felling fully alive. Her head bent and stretch toward the sky, lost in her imagining that the earth was moving with her...she saw the clouds swinging away their fluffy shapes, in a curious dance, the sun playing pick-a-boo with her face...Swinging high and made, as she laughed, an innocent and pure sparkling sound that a child can utter.
She did not notice the wind Spirit, who was gathering strength for the storm to come...The thunder king was arriving and he had to be prepared for its arrival, but still he stopped, to listen to that delightful sound.
The little girl then starting singing, as if only for him...a soft and clear little voice.
Near and far, high and low, following the rhythm of the swing, her auburn hair catching the last rays of the dying sunlight to reveal copper curls.The wind Spirit began to be playful and ruffled her hair toward her face, she brushed them away, delighted to be going to so fast, although her movement did not changed. Her eyes sparkled, deep gold stars in the onyx beads shadowed by long eyelashes.
Suddenly the child turned her face to the wind and breathed in, taking him inside and for once, he felt invited, welcomed warmed and not alone. He took some of her fragrance with him, a ephemeral treasure. The little girl giggle and digging in her pocket, she threw her velvet bow in the air and watched the wind raising the gift to the heaven, twirling, swirling, higher and away. The simple gift touched him, usually when he took away tokens, he could hear curses, tears or anger... This was for him, and him alone, and he felt very deeply touched.

The wind Spirit marked the spot where she was, so he can return and visit...soon worked had to be done...and he could hear the thunder king growling afar accompany by his sons and daughters, pure rods of energy, laughing and as they stroke the earth...the little girl looked to the sky with wary eyes...she was afraid of the Thunder King and was counting to hide her fear...1.2.3... she ran inside before the Wind Spirit could caress her cheeks and bid her goodnight....He promised himself to return and visit again.
The next day, the wind spirit waited for the little girl, the whole day he circled the valley, creating havoc in its wake, getting impatient, but the little girl was no where to be seen.Maybe she was indeed a night blossom, such as jasmine and her cheerful sound, like the precious perfume would only come to enchant you at dusk...

He sent his spies, all creatures that could fly and was children to him.But the great Dragonfly did not see her, the big mocking bird did not want to stay, being watch too closely by the house cat, crouched in the grass, salivating at the challenge...only the bees, grateful for the blossoming honeysuckle stayed and kept watch...finally she came, her hair once again in the wind, bare foot and giggling at the thought of feeling one with the universe and swinging with the clouds.

It was the cats, friends of the wind and medium between the world of the living and the Spirits, that had whispered one day to the playful Wind, that this particular child had terrible nightmares...They had tried to scare them away, but with no avail.
That is why the Wind Spirit sought the assistance of the Moon.

The Lady of the night, knew the child, for she had seen it during her diurnal visit to the Lord Sun...The wind Spirit went to her to ask her for her protection, so the child will not be scared at night.He greeted her at he should:

"Goddess Of Life, Love and Paradox,
Keeper of the keys to all the locks
Of Mysteries of Earth and Sky,
Pray answer me, Who Am I?"

The Lady of the night bowed to acknowledge his presence.
"Would you do something for me?"asked the Wind Spirit
"If you keep the cloud away from my face for three nights and three days, I will" replied the Night radiance.
The wind promise and asked in return that the Lady of the night in all her forms and her daughters, the Stars, would look after the child and keep the night fright away....
The Moon agreed.
It was the cats, friends of the wind and medium between the world of the living and the Spirits, that had whispered to the playful Wind that this particular child had terrible nights....
That is why the Wind Spirit sought the assistance of the Moon.

He worked really hard to keep her beautiful radiance clear from the shadows of passing clouds, whose were very unhappy to be diverted from their courses....
But the Moon and the Stars kept their promises...they blinded the ghost and ghouls away and lulled the child to sleep with the music of their light, inaudible for adults, but so reassuring to a frighten child.
The years passed by...and the Wind Spirit, loyal to his love ,visited often the little girl, that soon became a young woman, full of spirit...she had befriended the wind, was protected by the Moon and the Stars and was part of the living universe...She kept her secrets well and lived her live giving thanks to the elements and spending time singing to the wind all sort of songs from her heart.
One day, the Wind Spirit was visited by a flock of Sparrows...their were on their way to collect the soul of a woman that was said to have befriended the wind...with deep sadness in his heart, the Wind Spirit grew colder and angry...he followed the birds and raised the soul in its arms...the bright light changed shape and became once again the little girl with the velvet bow and the sparkling laugh...she held on tight to his embrace and together, they swung in the sky, towards the Heaven, greeting The Lady of the Night and her daughter has they passed in they journey toward eternity....