There was once a little girl who lived in the forest, and nobody knew who she was-maybe she didn't either. She appeared one day, and she watched from the woods, a silver little shadow that danced among silver trees, and singing a silver song, lost on the edge of memory, that filled the forest with sorrow. Because also in this forest lived a little boy. A golden little boy, with golden little curls, and a golden smile with golden dimples, and the forest loved him. The forest loved Silver too, but when she sang, it was the saddest music, and the little boy cried, because on the edge of her voice was the memory of loneliness and abandonment. Golden knew that song too, and hid it in the corner of his heart, and sometimes hummed it as he walked along.
Izben zach lok nor des
Lost on the black shore
En signa debuara denou
The white swan sings
Izben zach lok nor des
Lost on the black shore
Sen vel don fla,
She tries to fly,
Zoch lec viersa lor br'dak.
But her wings are broken.
Zij seivvil dokkur fla,
A shadow cannot fly,
Eb aqior zach lok deruja.
It crawls on the ground.
For they were indeed shadows. Of what, it is uncertain, but some have guessed a memory long forgotten, abandoned for brighter days. Indeed, the forest sang: Seivvils nand anso izben (shadows you have lost) Vihesch vochter aszhen, vin aszhen. (When found again, be again.)
One day, Golden woke up, and the silver voice was gone. Silver was lonely- she didn't know Golden, he didn't know her, they lived alone, lost in the forest, with nobody to find them, nobody to care, except for the equally lost forest. Though Golden cried when he heard her voice, it had been a melancholy sort of companion, and he missed it. He decided to search for the voice, to make it sing again, because without it, he was ever so lonely.
He walked, humming. Izben zach lok nor des.
The forest sang. Vihesch vochter aszhen, vin aszhen.
She lay on the ground. Zij seivvil dokkur fla, eb aqior zach lok deruja.
He saw the girl sleeping.
A tear coursed down her cheek.
He ran to her.
All the forest whispered in anticipation.
He reached out his hand.
She opened her eyes.
He smiled.
She laughed.
Qi lor vochter aszhen.
We are found again.
