Yet another random story by me. It is called The Hidden Gift. Enjoy!!!
I had always had a gift no one else
had not like drawing or singing or enough smarts to beat Albert Einstein in a
math competition, but more like supernatural, unreal.
Since age 3 I had always made noises
no one else could: odd grunts, squealing noises, and a lot more indescribable
noises.
I have heard my parents talking about
this. Worrying that this would change the path they laid out for me.
Lately it has gotten worse. I don’t
know how to explain it for it spirals out of control too hard for me to comprehend.
I try though and from what I understand I am the only human who knows their
language, the only one in the world………..
It started one day I was taking a
walk, alone I rarely did this, but this day I did. My family had a huge forest
that was part of our home. We had 300 acres and I loved every inch of it.
I sighed as I entered
the “lake” area then sat down on the small beach, hearing the birds all around
me. I looked up and without thinking I let out one of my weird noises. The
birds were all silent as if scared off then they all started making noises that
twisted around me teasing my ears, but eventually formed words.
“She is home,” one
cawed
“The foretold one is
home,” another agreed.
“What foretold one?” I
asked feeling stupid talking to birds.
One began to answer,
but stopped as its group stopped.
“I’ll take care of
this, birds. It is my job.” A deep voice entered my head I turned and saw a
wolf.
I too dumbfounded to
speak just stared.
The squawks and
flutters of wings coming from behind me, told me that the birds were leaving.
“Soavaly,” he said his voice filled
with sympathy, “Your mother has not told you why you’re here, has she?”
“Um no?” the way my words came out it
sounded like a question were as it should have been an answer, “a-and anyway,”
I fought to go on, “w-why would she tell me I’m going crazing, hearing wolves
and birds speak and all.”
He didn’t answer my question, but
instead stared off in the distance muttering under his breath, “Why’d we give her
that retirement job.”
“My mom is not retired she works as a
secretary at the estate office in San Francisco.
The wolf stared at me or more like through
me in a creepy way.
“Um…” I realized I had no idea what
to call him.
“Lobo,” he now looked at me much to
my relief.
“Lobo,” my voice telling him I needed answers,
“what were those birds talking about you know about me being the chosen one and
all.” I laugh a little hoping he would say it was a joke and someone climb out
of the wolf laughing their heads off.
“That,” he said, “you will soon learn
the answer to.” The wolf walked across the beach and over to a large rock.
Curious, I followed. He said something to low and quiet.
A bright light flashed and I fell
into darkness.
Hoped u liked it. Bye.
In Him, LydiaMartha
