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Post by SigniferLux on Aug 21, 2013 3:36:33 GMT
From the moment An-Ei reached the age of 16 she started going long walks in the forest. There she would try to find wisdom in the trees and listen to the wind to get inspiration for stories. She tried to think of a story each night, but she could only think a few of them. She wrote down the first one that came to mind.
An old farmer had plowed around a large rock in one of his fields for years. He had broken several plowshares and a cultivator on it and had grown rather morbid about the rock.
After breaking another plowshare one day, and remembering all the trouble the rock had caused him through the years, he finally decided to do something about it.
When he put the crowbar under the rock, he was surprised to discover that it was only about six inches thick and that he could break it up easily with a sledgehammer. As he was carting the pieces away he had to smile, remembering all the trouble that the rock had caused him over the years and how easy it would have been to get rid of it sooner.
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Post by SigniferLux on Aug 21, 2013 3:41:03 GMT
At a very early age An-Ei's mother tried to keep her away from relationships. But An-Ei was too wild as a child to listen. She made many friend, among whom a boyfriend too, by the name of Markus Savelai. They spent a lot of time together. Markus was a young priest in the church of Sarenrae that An-Ei lived.
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
-Today my best friend slapped me in the face.-
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
-Today my best friend saved my life.-
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"
The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
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