I took a deep breath. The air was so sweet that night – like
perfume. What was that scent? The sky was aglow with stars. The ocean was
black. It melded with the land, and the only thing that enabled me to tell them
apart was the glow cast on the island by the villages. My village was lit with
warmer, closer stars, whose warmth and welcome reached my mind as sad and
wistful. Humans lived there. They worked and played and laughed and cried.
Their had their own lives, personalities, relationships. I hardly knew any of
them, and now I never would.
But I had to move on. I had been there for over thirty
years, and I was hardly eighteen. They were growing up without me. Mother had
gone on without me, but I remained young and hardly changed. It seemed the
older I got, the slower I grew. I couldn’t handle staying around them. I needed
change.
I turned away. My eyes passed over the sign by the
road – the one nestled in the leafy trees. Allanyo. Highvale.
Perhaps we’ll meet again. It is my hope.
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