“Then why are you up here again?” Father asked, “You should have already been heading to the muster but I woke up and you were gone!” Of course I know, he thought sadly, I know I should of gone already.
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The shame returned at full force, along with some fear. “Selvan,” Father said, strong voice awash in a gruff sadness, “You know where you should be right now.” His face was…what? Angry? Disappointed? Weary? Worried? Selvan couldn’t really tell. He stood and tried to dry the fur beneath his eyes.įather appeared around the corner of a high hill and walked toward him. So startling was the voice, Selvan nearly leaped off the ground. “Selvan!” a strong voice interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head, looking up again, “Why can’t I–” Selvan tried to sing again, tried to sing some hopeful tune, but it died on his lips and left him empty. He was ashamed for staying and not doing his duty. The thought continued to prod, You need to go! You need to go!
I need to be going or I’ll be late.īut I can’t go yet…not yet. Time continued on, but a fearful thought grew at the back of his mind, I need to be going. The silvery-blue rabbit sat there, trying to discover an answer on his own. He became silent once again, humming for a few moments and then whispering, “Why can’t I be free?” “Why do I need to keep fighting the darkness?” he cried, “Why is even the sunrise tainted by pain? What good is there left in the world?” He looked around, checking if there was anyone around to hear him, and then he raised his voice slightly. “Why is there always more sorrow?” he asked. But he never seemed to get rid of it all and each day brought a new darkness to oppress him.Ī minute later, he grimaced, and then whispered. He began to hum again…hoping the sounds would release the sorrow from his heart. It was time to go to work and that brought quite a different kind of tears. But then, he remembered what the sunrise meant. The light! The glory! The feeling of limitless freedom and hope! The rising brought tears to his eyes. Selvan suddenly blinked and looked to the east, becoming dead silent as he saw the sunrise and the beautiful change in the world around him. But the song always continued, and it seemed to offer no hope of any ending. He had been humming the tune for hours, sometimes opening his mouth to utter low tones that sounded almost more like wailing than like like a song. But always, it would return to a low, melancholy chorus. Sometimes his song would speed up and become more joyful. The mournful tune seemed to quickly be lost in the wide world around him. It wasn’t any song he knew he was just making it up as he went along. He remained buried beneath a deep sadness, and continued to hum a song. Selvan saw the change but didn’t pay it any heed. When he had first slipped out of his house, the sky had been filled with brilliant, twinkling stars–now fading with the color and splendor of dawn. The bright sphere had only recently crested a low mountain peak to Selvan’s left the coming of day to bring light to his mournful solitude. Clouds covered most of the sky, but the glow of the sun still grew, burning fiery red and orange. Selvan sat on cold stone, looking south towards the vast expanse that was Ayman Lake.
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