Notes of Destiny 18
(The Day of Saol Nua)

The Day of Saol Nua came.
Everyone was on edge.
Their plan was simple. But would it work?
It didn’t matter. They’d made a pledge.
Fort and Windy to get across the sea,
And Russpine so the Forest could live on happily.

The morning dew was cold under toe,
And the grass was a glossy green.
As were Russpine’s excited leaves,
Eager for Saol Nua’s scene.

Russpine: “Windy, begin the song. It’s time.”

Windy raised her weapon to her lips.
She played the tune Russpine had taught her,
She made sure she didn’t slip.
The Whistleknife’s shrill tone,
Cut through the mist,
And trees cleared way a field,
Where the new spirits could exist.

Some of the spirits began to appear,
As if stepping out of the air.
Being born through magic alone,
Was something mysterious and fair.
First the pixies began to swarm,

And then Fairies began to approach.
They stood in formation, instinctively knowing their role.
And they all wore colorful cloaks.
Windy wanted so bad to cry or ask questions.
Seeing such a beautiful sight.
Tree Spirits then began to appear,
And an explosion nearby was bright.
It was followed shortly afterward,
But about two to five more.
Windy couldn’t tell mid the quick succession,
What they had in store.

Fort: “They’re surrounding us, Just like we planned!
Stand your ground, young ones!”

The new-born spirits looked pale and nervous,
But there was a battle to be won.
Fire spread around them all,
But they stood fast in their space.
Then The Phoenix flew right in,
And brilliantly lit up the place.

He lit a special purple flame,
And surrounded the newborns with it.
And when the pirate’s fire touched the flame,
It died, protecting the spirits.

A cheer rose up from the new born folk,
For what the Phoenix had done.
Fortinato scanned the dying flames,
For the ones who’d lit flames like the sun.
He spotted the pirates and howled a command,
And The Forest’s wolves all gathered ’round.

He pointed at where the pirates stood,
And the wolves were beckoned like hounds.
They bounded forward and the pirates ran.
The day had now been saved.

The Phoenix put the last fires out.
The Great Songwriter they all praised.
Russpine sang his ancient song,
As tear-sap ran down his cheek.
Windy smiled and continued to play,
As her eyes did weep.

There were hundreds,
Maybe thousands now,
That she had helped birth into this land.
And even though their birth was perilous,
They all had a helping hand.

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