The Tiger Eye
Finally I could pen down a sequel of The North Wind. There is more to follow...
"Claire was a young girl who had more to her than what meets the eye. She had a spirit as free as a bird, curiosity tentamounting to nine lives of a cat and a insatiable thirst for knowledge. Even at a very young age she was well read. She had found her twin soul in her best friend, Irene. The two would often spend hours in the attic of the old house brewing up stories of unraveling perplexity.
It was a warm summer night. Claire was lying on her bed looking at the full moon flooding her room with cool moonlight. The white curtains drifted just a little with the breeze flowing through the open window. She watched the dream-catcher shine and dozed off to a trance.
Claire could clearly see the night sky, dark blue with Sagittarius twinkling overhead and felt the cold night air brushing against her cheeks. A lady in white, long flowing clothes was standing next to her pointing towards the sky. She seemed almost airy, like a figment of imagination, but she was very much real and Claire looked at the direction she was pointing to and noticed the stars molding into the outline of land forms - large mountains and deep valleys, canyons, gorges and ravines. Lands where sun would never go down and lands always covered with snow. She saw them turn into rivers meandering through the vast plains and she saw them turn into dense forest where light would cease to flow. She was overwhelmed by what she saw.
It was then that she felt her calling. Claire was a born traveler. She wanted to tread the distant lands and seas, unfolding many a mystery. The lady in her dreams gave her the Traveler's stone - golden brown with a silky luster, it was the Tiger eye. Destined to roam the distant lands, this was a talisman that granted them with the all seeing wisdom and kept them safe from the unforeseen evil that they might encounter.
That same night Irene too had a dream, or that's what she thought until she woke up in the morning to find bits of papers on the crumpled on her floor leading to a map. She realized, she was up all night drawing that map in a frenzy.
Irene rushed to share this new revelation with Claire, who was herself trying to hold back her amazement to see a pendant and a ring dangling on her night stand. The stone glistened in the morning sun, it was golden brown with a silky luster. It was the Tiger eye. She remembered seeing it in her dream, which she fathomed was not a dream anymore."
The old man closed the old red diary. Reading by the fireplace was an old habit he had grown into. The fire was burning out. He looked at the old timepiece and sighed. It is time he rested his tired green eyes.
"Claire was a young girl who had more to her than what meets the eye. She had a spirit as free as a bird, curiosity tentamounting to nine lives of a cat and a insatiable thirst for knowledge. Even at a very young age she was well read. She had found her twin soul in her best friend, Irene. The two would often spend hours in the attic of the old house brewing up stories of unraveling perplexity.
It was a warm summer night. Claire was lying on her bed looking at the full moon flooding her room with cool moonlight. The white curtains drifted just a little with the breeze flowing through the open window. She watched the dream-catcher shine and dozed off to a trance.
It was then that she felt her calling. Claire was a born traveler. She wanted to tread the distant lands and seas, unfolding many a mystery. The lady in her dreams gave her the Traveler's stone - golden brown with a silky luster, it was the Tiger eye. Destined to roam the distant lands, this was a talisman that granted them with the all seeing wisdom and kept them safe from the unforeseen evil that they might encounter.
That same night Irene too had a dream, or that's what she thought until she woke up in the morning to find bits of papers on the crumpled on her floor leading to a map. She realized, she was up all night drawing that map in a frenzy.
Irene rushed to share this new revelation with Claire, who was herself trying to hold back her amazement to see a pendant and a ring dangling on her night stand. The stone glistened in the morning sun, it was golden brown with a silky luster. It was the Tiger eye. She remembered seeing it in her dream, which she fathomed was not a dream anymore."
The old man closed the old red diary. Reading by the fireplace was an old habit he had grown into. The fire was burning out. He looked at the old timepiece and sighed. It is time he rested his tired green eyes.
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