The cheif and shaman of the tribe sat by one another,praying again to the great spirit for a protector.
Suddenly a stream of white light split the black sky and a twisting and turning ray of color danced with the stars,all this took place for a moment,then disappeared,before the two men sat a child wrapped in cloth,staring up at them with green eyes like the spring grass on the plain,and they marveled at her white skin which rivaled the moon,and her hair that matched the golden leaves in Autumn,the protector had arrived.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.01.2013
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