WV short story conclusion

I didn't know how long I'd been sleeping when I heard the quiet whispers. So many soft voices seemed to be hovering in the air above me, altho I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I looked to my left side to see if Allekie was awake, but she wasn't there. She was several yards away dancing in the tall surtermis grass and singing in the Wildpoi's native language of Ressol. It was a joyful sight. I began to play along on my rinjan. We danced and played for hours under the moon in this faraway land with our new found friends.

There we were all alone, two small children far from home, yet we felt no fear. We knew that we were dancing under the same moon that shines down in our own backyards. We knew we were experiencing all the joy, beauty and wonder of the same creator. We both knew that there was no way that we could trap a Wildpoi and take it from it's beautiful home. We also knew that the elders back in Nonabi would never believe what we had seen and heard without some sort of proof, but that was okay.

Allekie and I made a pact that night. We made a promise to protect that valley. I've never told another soul about the journey we took nearly 75 years ago. The only proof I have is my own failing memory and a faded old sketch made many years ago by a wide-eyed eight year old with enough imagination to fill a hundred lifetimes.




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