The twilight skies packed with murky
clouds linger overhead the petite child as she swayed with the rhythm of the
wind. All the trees blowing to and fro down the long, never ending passageway
of cobblestone, lead to what is her destiny. Although the child does not recognize
her fate, it has been determined from the moment she was born.
In a room filled of candle lights and
sunshine dancing in any crack of the drywall, an infant was introduced to the city
of Crete now forced to live a selected life style that was prepared from the
second her clock started counting. Within the village of Crete
much was astir; the battle against the Nazi forces
throughout the War left the town dark with ashes from burning
buildings, producing a sandbox of black chalky substance where meek children
sheltered within demolished buildings trying to flee the cloud of dust sweeping
the valley from the elevated mountains above. Ella walked among the blackness of
the smoke as the sun shined the brightest in the heavens, revealing a halo of
vivid yellow and golden hues atop the crown of her head. This child, this being
is the sparkle amongst the darkness living up to the meaning of her name, she is
the light. She was a beauteous creature surrounded by the revolting of her
world. A world painted with smoldering shades of grey, hiding its true beauty. Beauty
that Ella holds to reconstruct what was once there.
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