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There was once a baby. A newborn baby,= that is. But this baby wasn't normal. He was very strong. Like the univers= e gave him a special power. He was born, though, to some powerful gods. As = he grew up, he got stronger and stronger. Then he left a note that he had a= quest for him. He was a new adult at the time, so he wasn't super responsi= ble. He went on a long and hard quest, but because he was so strong nothing= could stop him, or though he thought. It all seemed normal in the beginnin= g, birds chirping, leaves swaying, until there was a man that attacked him.= He used very skillful moves he had never seen before. He defeated him easi= ly, but if he was an ordinary man he would have been outdone. He used them = along the way if things like tigers and other vicious creatures came in his= way. The animals were so surprised, they fled back to their dens and knew = this man was very powerful. Another stop was a lady that was practicing med= icine. He hid in the bushes and watched. The woman was using a mixing bowl = and a long, thick rock to mash together the herbs she gathered. She was tal= king to herself about all of the plants. There was watermint, coltsfoot, ma= rigold, chervil, and much = much more stuffed in the back of his head. He remembered watermint is for b= ellyache, chervil is for infected wounds, and coltsfoot to ease hard breath= ing. He wondered if she was in a tribe, or some sort of place where she nee= ded to heal many people. He knew he wouldn't use it much, but it was useful= he guessed. He liked learning all these things in secret. Before he left t= o go on his quest, he searched for some of the herbs for if he needed to he= al anything along the way. Along a trail in the forest, he saw a baby bird = that had fallen from its nest. The bird was crying out to his mama, that wa= sn't there at the moment. The bird's leg looked fractured, so he took a sma= ll stick and some leaves and wrapped the leg into a kind of cast. He then l= ifted the bird back into the nest, waited, and finally saw the mom come bac= k. He felt proud that he saved a little bird's life that day. He has had so= me other encounters with healers along the way. They taught him very intere= sting things that he could never learn at any other medicine school. The mo= st important thing he learned was that you have to comfort your patient, an= d help it through the way. As he was approaching a big tree, there was an o= ld man. The old man was sitting on the big tree. This man called it the tre= e of wisdom. The guy asked him how the wisdom came. The old man told hi= m the tree doesn't give off wisdom, it gets wisdom from others. The old man= asked him if he had gained wisdom. The guy thought, then remembered a coup= le things he saw on his quest. The guy told the man a guy attacked him. He = had skillful and useful moves, so he used them on other attackers. He was s= uccessful and showed them who's boss. Then he saw a woman practicing medici= ne, and knew some simple useful things if anyone was hurt. He helped a baby= bird with a broken leg. He learned that he needed to comfort the patient a= nd be gentle with them. The old man just smiled and said,?That is what true= wisdom is. People who come to me and say,'I went to school and got an educ= ation' but that is not really wisdom. Wisdom is when you learn from mistake= s, and from other people. You are capable of sharing and learning wisdom ev= eryday, my son. I will give you this spear of wisdom.? The spear emerged fr= om the wisdom tree, and the old man handed it to him. The old man continued= ?It is your time to show people the real meaning of wisdom. You shall resp= ect the people, and you may even learn from them, too.? The guy felt import= ant. He felt he could use the world as his own, so that is what he was dest= ined to do. He kept his mighty spear of wisdom and went along everyday. He = watched over his people and hoped to teach some of them. He fought battles = against people from the underworld, and protected his people. He visited th= e wisdom tree often, where the old man would sit everyday.  He thought= about the old man everyday, and how much wisdom he taught from those words= he said to him. These specific words he treasured the most,?You are capabl= e of sharing and learning wisdom everyday, my son.? Everyone was able to le= arn and show wisdom, and that's what he taught his people. He will watch ov= er them everyday and feel the sense of pride that very day he met the old m= an. When the old man had passed, he knew he must take the power and sit whe= re the old man sat. He watched over the people like his children everyday. = He knew that there was one person, however, who watched over him. The perso= n that led him to this life he would have never imagined for himself. The l= ife that took him here to sit at the wisdom tree, and gain more knowledge e= veryday. He also taught people wisdom. He held his mighty spear closer to h= im. He saw many people of wisdom, and many people not. People not of wisdom= he would politely send away to try and come again. One of those people cam= e back strong and wise. He let that person have a life like him. He was a g= od like him now, protecting his kingdom from harsh threats. Then for the ot= her people of wisdom, he thought some of them would be just great rulers. S= ome of them did become rulers, while others stayed their lives just comfort= able with all their wise self. He knew he would watch over all of them unti= l he died and relived the cycle again. Zeus would watch over them everyday.=

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Her garlanded body glided along the wa= ves, receiving soft nudges here and there from the pull of the tide. It was= quiet, but then again it normally was. The water was cold and the night ai= r was chilly, but she had befriended the numbness a long time ago. The wate= r tickled her head, uncoiling her hair into sea serpents that lurked about = her in the velvety sea. Bunches of daisies and pansies clung to the lace of= her gown, the petals gently flitting in the breeze as she bobbed up and do= wn whilst frothy hands tried to take her for their own.

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She had given herself to the sea over = 700 years ago. She had given herself. The sea could not = claim her, so the frothy hands dissolved for the time being, but she knew t= hey would come back, they always did.

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Her marble white skin looked as smooth= as a Grecian statue under the moonlight. As she lay there, silently baskin= g in it, she noticed something. It was very subtle, but she could sense it = nevertheless. Almost as if it had crept out of the back door so as to go un= noticed, the quietness had left. Slowly, the waves picked up to a roar and = the wind began to howl. The deafening sounds crashed against her eardrums a= nd almost overpowered everything else, but then she heard it. She could hea= r in the distance the faintest noise that no matter how loud the sea became= , would not be drowned out. She recognised it instantly. It was the land ca= lling her back. It was barely noticeable at first, but it gradually grew lo= uder until it rang sharply in her ears. For centuries she had listened for = it, but the land had always remained stubbornly silent, bitter at her for l= eaving. She knew now that the frothy hands could never reach her again. A w= hisper of a smile crossed her face. It was time to go home.

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The sea pulled her closer and closer t= o the shore, growing more violent with each tug. It began yanking her hair = and stinging her eyes, poking them with salty fingers. She was twisted and = jerked, and just when the pain had reached its peak, all at once, it came t= o a halt. The ocean had stopped resisting and let her go. She rolled onto t= he land and lay there, cradled by the rough and worn arms of the coast like= a child, feeling a pang of regret. A salty tear rolled down her cheek as s= he stared at the watery expanse, bidding farewell to her friend of seven centuries. Parting is in= deed such sweet sorrow.

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She expected herself to stumble like a new born deer, but to her= surprise she stood up without any trouble. She swept her glossy hair from = her face and took one last look at the sight she would never see again befo= re turning her back on it forever.

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She looked at herself for the first time in years and noticed th= at her slender pink fingers were clutching a bunch of blue columbines. She = stared at the delicate, two toned flower heads for a while, trying to remem= ber why she was holding them in the first place, but she couldn't conjure e= ven the faintest memory. In fact, she couldn't remember anything about hers= elf at all. She knew that she had given herself to the sea all those years = ago, but as to her name or her identity, she had no clue. This was why the = land must have called her.

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Unlike the silky arms of the sea that she was used to, the c= oarse earth scratched her bare feet, but with every step she took, the more= it became like she was walking with an old friend. She examined her surrou= ndings and could recognise nothing - although that was expected, having bee= n away for such a long time. She gazed at the colourful buildings of all sh= apes and sizes towering over her in place of the cobblestone streets she on= ce knew. Despite the unfamiliarity, something inside of her reassured her t= hat this was where she belonged and where all the answers lay.

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Leaving a trail of petals and droplets= behind her, she sauntered her way down the track, using the kicks and care= sses of her faded memories to guide her. As she did so, it became apparent = that it was not only the town that had changed, but life itself. Where ther= e should have been market stalls and horse drawn carriages, stood empty lan= es studded with metal machines. Maybe they were some sort of plough? But th= ere were no fields as far as she could see. And the people! Almost everyone= was walking around with bare arms and legs, both men and women! Not to men= tion the lack of wigs and adornments. Possibly this was a poorer area lacki= ng etiquette and education? There seemed to be a slight similarity to the l= anguage she knew, but she could barely grasp any of what passers-by were sa= ying. Maybe they spoke in a different dialect. However, with all the judgem= ents she silently passed on to the strangers around her, it soon became cle= ar that she was the foreigner, adventuring alone on a la= nd that she could no longer call her own. With each step she took being no = clearer than the last, a tinge of sadness shadowed her features as she bega= n to droop like the bunch of flowers in her hand.

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After a few minutes, she stopped to rest at a fountain, setting = the flowers down next to her. Staring at her rippling reflection below, she= knew that she was close to finding out her identity; just being in this pl= ace had brought her that much closer. It was within her reach, but she need= ed a memory, even just a short one to tear away the veil behind which it la= y. But just as she set to thinking, the sound of laughter brought her back = to the present, and she saw a child who was no more than six, excitedly gra= b the daisies that had fallen from her dress off the floor. The girl eagerl= y showed her mother and seemed to be asking her something before her eyes l= it up, seeing the columbines on the side of the fountain. The girl clearly = wanted them.

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Before she could finish, the child grabbed and thrust them towar= ds her mother, pleading with her for something. The mother seemed hesitant = at first, but presumably gave in to whatever the girl asked for as she smil= ed and nodded. Then the two, hand in hand, walked away. Neither of them had= looked at her sitting across from them. They mustn't have heard her - or m= ore likely, didn't understand her.

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There was something about these people that spiked her attention= , so she quickly rose and followed them. They were swinging their hands to = and fro in a playful manner. The child was completely absorbed in the beaut= y of the flowers she'd found and the mother seemed content, but lost in her= thoughts as she lead the way. Mother and daughter. She tried to imagine he= rself that young, holding hands with her own mother, but no picture came to= mind.

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The pair eventually veered off the str= aight path and approached what seemed like a tavern. She followed them, but= kept at a distance to make sure she didn't draw any attention to herself. = They waited outside for a while until a man came out and scooped the young = girl into his arms, throwing her in the air, evoking squeals of laughter. H= e then put one arm around the mother and the trio began walking again. The = father had arrived.

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She stared at the group, especially dr= awn to the father as he acted amazed at the flowers his daughter was proudl= y showing him. The mother began tickling the little girl before the two bur= st out into laughter. The father chuckled softly along with them. There was= something about?

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?his laugh. It was his laugh that brought it back. Her father's = laugh. It was as though an ink pot had been spilled and her mind, previousl= y a blank slate, was now filled with the colour of her early memories. Tear= s welled in her eyes as traces of her childhood weaved themselves in and ou= t of her mind. Her father's laugh had been the clearest memory. He didn't l= augh often, but when he did, it had always been with her. She realised now = why she had remembered nothing all that time she'd been observing the mothe= r. She could not remember someone she never knew. Her father had raised her= , and although he was a stern man at the best of times and often consumed b= y his work, he had loved her. She looked at the little girl who was now pro= pped on her father's shoulders and smiled. The memories were returning.=

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The family were now approaching a cemetery, and a strong feeling= spiked through her as she followed, nearing the gates. The feeling was so = strong it almost knocked her off her feet, but she persisted. Was it here s= he would find out everything? The memories came quicker and sharper now in = gushes rather than trickling streams. She remembered a loving brother, = fierce and strong-willed, but not his name, or hers for that = matter. Her hands tingled as she let them fall and slide along the tombston= es as she walked past, still following closely behind the family. The deepe= r she went into the cemetery, the more overwhelmed she became. Her face dar= kened as a string of bad memories reared their ugly heads. It came in a flo= od; her father's political plots and intrigue, him using her a dispensable = pawn, his murder, an anguished lover and a torn kingdom.

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Every step added to the momentum insid= e of her, until she was almost being dragged. Through blurred vision she co= uld still see the family in front of her. Her heart thundered in her chest = making her tremble, only growing louder as she continued. The family finall= y came to a stop, standing= silently before an ancient tombstone where the little girl lay down her fl= owers.

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Her body was shaking so vigorously at this point that she fell t= o the ground behind them, quivering. The family stayed there until the girl= had finished rearranging the flowers, and then turned to leave, ignoring h= er as they passed. She was so overwhelmed that no cries for help could esca= pe from her lips, but as she caught a glimpse of the name inscribed on the = tombstone, everything suddenly stopped. It was like the weight of the world= had been lifted from her shoulders.

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With that one name, she remembered it all. Her identity, her lif= e and, her death. Exhausted, she lay on the ground, staring up at the star = spangled sky. A droplet of sweat trickled down her head as she regained her= breath, smiling now that it was all over. This was her destiny, what she h= ad come for, and now she could be at peace, because she finally found o= ut the one piece of information needed to bring it all back. She breathed o= ut one last breath as the name lingered on her lips.

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