Seeking
the Truth
There was once a land far, far away inhabited by brightly colored
plants and animals. All of the land's creatures roamed about in harmony.
Dragonflies of red, blue, and green flittered together with the colorful
butterflies. Creatures, never before seen by any human, resided in tall
trees, wide plains of tall grasses, and vast blue oceans that stretched
endlessly. Indeed, it was a realm of great wonders. It seemed as though
rainbows floated down upon the valleys, taking up permanent residence
there. All of the creations, from the tiniest molecule of air to the
largest stars, seemed merry with their radiant colors. Luminous sunrays
accentuated the entire domain, creating a blinding crystalline palace.
Such was the dwelling place of never before known beings, beings ever so
delicate and mystical, like blowing winds. These creatures, swifter than
the swiftest hummingbird, cleverer than the sliest fox, flew, danced, and
strolled about freely. They, the size of lilacs, varied in colors, ranging
from glittering red to sparkling blue. They came out during the day,
working and frolicking; they came out during the night, making mischief
with one another. Since mankind had never seen these creatures, no names
had been given to them. But here, they shall be known as Tinklets.
"Lilia, where are you?" called one
of these small beings, flying about in search of her. Using her little
hand to shield her eyes from the blazing sun, this red-haired Tinklet
searched the horizon.
"Has she gone away again?" asked an
elderly Tinklet, squinting to see off in the distance.
"Yes, Elfon, we cannot find her,"
answered the red Tinklet.
"Well, then have a search party, Annalie,"
he ordered. "We'll have to find her. Prince Samorus wants to take her
hand in marriage." He then opened his transparent wings and flew
away, circling the treetops until he was out of sight. Annalie sighed. How
was she going to assemble a search party? She wished that Lilia had not
gone off like that, without telling anyone where she was going. But she
knew that Lilia would not go far. She always had her own secret, secluded
hiding places in which to think. Lilia loved to think. She wanted to probe
all truths. And Annalie was correct: Lilia was humming a mellow tune as
she hid inside a hollow tree.
"Does this prince love me with all his
true heart? Is his love as honest as the twinkling stars above? Is it as
ardent as the blazing sun? Will his love endure through time?" She
asked these questions, wishing for answers. "I must find out. I shall
not marry anyone whose love is untrue. He must not love me only for my
beauty. He must not love me only for my powers."

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