The Artwork above is used with permission from @NoNamesLeftToUse.
The full moon shone upon the tall fir trees surrounding the crystal clear sparkling spring-fed pond. On any other night, you could hear the frogs bellowing their country tunes while the fireflies danced along to the melody.
This night the brightness of the full moon was dimmed. The night sky was dripping and full of moisture. You found yourself blinking, trying to see clearly through the stink rising from the pond.
The animals backed away from their waterhole. Watching from the edge of the dripping forest for what they did not know. The sound was eaten up by the waxing dripping air the second it was heard.
Fear could be felt slinking through the trees as the animals tried to find a place to hide from the mystery before them.
From the West, three figures holding hands slowly moved toward the pond. The chanting was swallowed in the air to be buried underground. One figure sang the high notes to the sky up above. The second figure sounded like the forest itself. The last figure's voice came out as rough as the sea. Together they blended in perfect harmony.
The Sisters Three raised their voices to be heard through the dripping world surrounding them. The air they breathed in was filled with water, yet they carried on. Hours went by with the Sisters Three singing without fail. A tiny sliver of natural air soon surrounded them.
Slowly, to avoid breaking the bubble, they moved closer and closer to the pond. The closer they were to the spring-fed pond, the larger the bubble surrounding them became.
The inky moon was overhead when the Sisters Three stepped into the water's edge. Sparks could be seen rising from the water where they had entered.
With clean air finally filtering out all the dead air from their lungs, the Sisters Three's voices raised higher than before. What was said no one understood. Yet every creature of the forest knew what the Sisters did was for good.
The bubble of clean, fresh air grew before them. Soon the whole pond was covered with breathable air. The water started to clear itself with a few pumps from the spring below. The animals began to switch.
Deeper into the pond, the Witches Three walked. Their song took on a subtle change. While still keeping the inky air at bay, their music became a call too. Who or what they were calling the forest never knew.
The bubble surrounding the spring-fed pond became darker than night.
Inside the bubble, the Sisters Three's call was answered. From the depths of the water rose the most magnificent Stallion to ever live. He was the epitome of honor and strength as he bowed his head to the Sisters Three.
The Stallion's job was to protect the world from evil. If the Sisters Three called him, the world was in the greatest peril it had ever seen. He knew what would be asked of him would change his life forever.
While maintaining the chant to keep the evil at bay, the witches explained to the Stallion evil had a deep and everlasting stronghold over this part of the world. It was time to start over in another place and time.
They explained how he would be charged with carrying all that is good in the world on his shoulders to a new land. He would be given spells to help him blend in with the evil while he travels the land.
He must be diligent not to let the spells overtake his mind, or all would be lost; with their help, he would get farther than the line of trees and live. This would test his love of the land and his will to fight against all evil.
He was born for this purpose. The Stallion's last assignment he would ever perform. He was asked by the Witches Three if he was willing to take on such a task this night.
The Stallion, whose name only he knew, so no one had any hold over him, looked at the Sisters Three with steely eyes and nodded that he was ready. He would fulfill his destiny as was his right by all that was holy.
The night was coming to a close as the Sisters Three weaved spell after spell upon the Stallion. Each spell changed his look until he became a mist of what he once was.
The last spell took all of the Sisters' Threes might and concentration. The clean air bubble still turned black, crept closer and closer to them as they sang their final song.
The song was everything. Every joy in the world was felt while the sisters sang. The more they sang, the more light attached itself to the Stallion. Soon there was a ball of sunshine wrapped in swaddles upon the back of the whispy Stallion. His tendrils soon wrapped themselves around all that was good and right about the world and secured it to his back.
With one last nod, the Stallion rose up into the darkened sky. Turning West, he flew through the air, following the moon as it set.
The Sisters Three had just enough of an air bubble left to each reach down to drink the last cold, clear water they would taste for a very long time. Looking around at the barren land, they smiled when each sister realized they had taken the animals and trees into their spell of all things good in the world.
I want to thank @NoNamesLeftToUse for his kindness to me the other night. I promised him I would only use his artwork with an important enough story to honor his work.
The story above is part of my heart and soul. It is a part of a larger story I did not know was missing and would not have been found if not for him.
HUGE HUGS! my friend, and THANK YOU once again!
Help someone smile today. It can not hurt you.
Thumbnail: Used with permission by @Nonameslefttouse
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