On a bleak, desolate plain, amid a land of lost dreams,
A wind-child with hair as black as a raven’s wing
Peered out of the darkness deep, emerald-green eyes narrowing wondrously
As he saw a figure transparent, his sister,
Cloaked with hues of cerulean, sapphire, and turquoise-blue.
Her azure hair was like a cascading waterfall,
Her aqua-form, as fluid as the swirling, soothing sea.
With irises of moonstone-opal and pupils of onyx-black,
She gazed back blankly at him, her eyes empty and hollow and numb,
Glassy and misty and dim, with a white-cold, foggy sheen.
“Who are you?” she whispered sweetly, yet her voice was distant and thin.
The auraed wind-child couldn’t help but blink.
His sister seemed a fleeting shadow of her true self,
A hauntingly beautiful ghost of whom she’d once been.
“Don’t you remember me?” the wind-child asked, emerald-toned hair streak blowing wild.
And the water-selkie simply blinked.
“I …” she stammered, her hands trembling, “I …
I can’t remember … anything!”
And then she broke down and started to cry,
Sobbing streams and currents of misery and woe.
But why? Why can’t my sister recall who she is?
The wind-child thought in terror.
And then as he gazed deeply into his twin-element’s eyes,
His mind widened, his blood freezing, chilly and numb, within him—
He saw flickering, flaming light, morphing into echoey vibrating screams,
He heard a lightning-child’s desperate cry, “No, please, don’t leave!
“Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re experiencing,
“Fight it—please, or you’ll never return!”
The water-girl kept on crying as the wind-brother rushed forward,
Embracing his heartsick twin in tender warmth,
As she wailed with a zephyr-strong, cataclysmic wave of anguish,
Of grief, of sorrow, and of nerve-shattering despair—
“I wanna go back! I just wanna go home! But I … don’t know the way!”
“Don’t worry.” the wind-child promised.
“You’re not alone in this; we will get through this,
You and me both, together … fighting to the finish as one.”
Water rippling, wind soaring, bonded to the end.
Brother and sister, connected through cords of familial love.
United once again, ready to stand bold.
And together, as one, they will rise and be strong.