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 Created on 9-29-07
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( i combined two parts into one and added more details. hope you like it!!! sorry for any confusion )
Later that night, Jaena lay awake, in her new bed, not wanting to go to sleep. For a few days now, she would get this terrible dream about children dying. They knew her name and were either crying it or screaming, begging for her to help them. But she could not help them or see them. She was in a dark place and all she could do was listen to them, she could not speak or see. When she would awake she would be crying. She remembered long ago, when another dream scared her just as much as this one; this one was when her father was still alive. Memories she didn’t want to recall, all came back to her. All the memories from her childhood to present day came back. Her mother died a few minutes after she was born but her father said her last words were “I want her name to be Jaena and I want you to tell her I love her so much”. She died a minute later. He said he missed her so much and that she was the love her life. When she was five, he remarried a rich woman. Her name was Catherina. She was kind to her until his death; he died a year after the wedding. Then she showed her real colors. She never, ever liked any children; especially her. She hated anyone who would be, or is, more beautiful than her. To explain her in three words they would be; mean, icky witch. The day he died from an unknown illness, Catherina made her into a slave. The way she told her was by ripping up the flowers that she had picked for him and said, “A slave girl does not need to pick flowers for anyone but her mistress”. Two horrible years pasted and then her stepmother finally had enough of her and everyone talking. She sent her into the forest to ‘pick special flowers for a party’ and told her not to come back until she did. Later she would find out that the flowers did not exist. She wondered around for days looking for the flowers until she collapsed from exhaustion and hunger; for her last real meal was berries. She only got water and food every other day or two days after her last meal. When she woke up, she was in a bed in a tree house. __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ The tree house was no ordinary tree house; the tree was the house. The furniture in the room was apart of the tree; dresser, end table, desk, bed, chairs, and the bookshelf were all apart of the tree. And because the furniture was the tree; the room was smaller for the furniture was against the walls of the round room. The room had no windows and one door. The door was made of vines but these vines were like a solid door. Flowers were growing out of the walls and floor. The blankets looked hand-made but they were tree-made. There was light, despite there being no windows or open flame, and, besides the blankets and flowers, there was no color. She learned later that the tree was a rare and magical tree; the only one left of its species. Everything that was in the tree (besides animals and humans) was apart of the tree. The tree could control everything in the house, too. Then he came in threw the vines. He was an old man with tan, wrinkly skin, with long white hair and a beard. He was short. He had dark, brown eyes. He was wearing filthy, old, old clothes and he was not wearing any shoes. His name was Kane Keno, the Grizzly shaman. That is when she knew she was safe. When she got stronger, he told her of his past with an unspeakable sadness in his eyes. His people lived in Sheena Forest for centuries that was until other men came and started trouble. His people were killed out of fear and anger. His family was killed; his mother, father, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, and even his wife, and their eight summers old daughter. He was the only survivor of his people and he was only twenty-six summers old. For fifty summers, he lived in this very forest and in this very tree. After he had told his story, he asked for hers. She told him of her father, and stepmother and what she had been threw living with her. She told him everything she could remember, and wanted to tell. That is when he asked if she would what to learn to become a healer because he had a feeling that she had the gift of the healers. He explained to her that the gift was the most precious gift on Earth and that it was a gift given by mother earth herself. This gift would allow her to help people in a certain way. Heal them physically and mentally in different ways for different people. The gift would allow her to feel/talk to the earth and to every animal. She said she wanted to learn.Years later, he would become her mentor, teacher, and a second father to her. In turn, she would become a student, and the daughter he lost. From that day until his death, he taught her everything he knew. Curing headaches to curing the deadly illness, Calico (The very illness that killed her father)
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