• A young girl who had seen the world, in a garden as big as a city. A mean young man named John claimed to own it and everything inside of it. He did not feed the animals; he did not take care of the trees. The only thing he fed was the koi, and the fish within the lake. The only plants he took care of was the four cherry trees. All the other plants, animals and things inside fed and fended with a beautiful young girl, whose name no one knows, was the last nymph of our world. Yet she had no powers like all her sisters and mothers and all the dryads had. She was alone, with only animals at her head.

    'The trees are bare, but still cover the sky with their life!'
    'Oh, and the wolves, the white ones lurking behind there shadows and the black ones, hiding in their shadows. The flowers are very beautiful with the dried petals. Winter seems to be a glance at frozon time. Such beauty we must compete against.'

    Starts to climb a tree, then stops and wonders towards the back of the garden. Softly calling all the small animals and the large that have found themselves into this massive place. They all start fallowing her into a large clearing. In the middle of the clearing is a stone circle with silver grass and silver flowers pushing themselves into the air.
    The snow slowly calls themselves to the ground, and the hard snow melts with each soft snowflake. The snow soon parts the way for the girl’s feet as she moves with the animals. Nary is a footprint made. She sits down on the rock and the animals join her.

    'How lovely, that we have all met.' She says to them.

    The wolves silently come padding to her, with heads bowed to show respect to their leader.

    'Mistress,’ an old wolf whispers, 'what worries you so to meet us 'here'?'
    Nothing, other than the owner of this place is thinking of making me leave.

    A look of panic came across all the animals, from their ears going down, to their noses pulling up.

    'How, do we stop him?' A little rabbit looked into her eyes with no fear of her, but her leaving. ‘Little one, this is a forest, the trees, the plants and you, all control yourselves. If that man says he owns the wind, we might have to rise up.'

    And with that all the animals troded off, all except the little bunny how had looked in her eyes. Every thought that was a great affense, but the girl had thought it a brave thought and act. 'Bunny, what worries you so?' She picked up the baby and crawdled the bundle in her arms. 'If he forces you out, what will we do?' She looked down at the scared eyes, and her warm brown eyes looked into the other brown eyes. Her dark auburn hair fell into her lap.' Little one, he does not own my life. I can, and will still live here. As will you.' With that, she set the sad rabbit down, and got up herself.
    She directed her feet towards the edge. He would be waiting. She needed to speak her mind.

    She stepped out of the woods. She saw the rock, that the waterfall poured from, and the river. That led to the koi pond, with the island with a cherry tree on it. On the island, sat John. Munching on an apple, with another in his left hand.
    The girl jumped, a rock mid-way to the island was high enough for it not to get wet from the still water. She landed on the rock and jumped again. She landed on the isle, and leaned agenist the tree and slid down, next to John. 'Still as graceful as a deer, I see.' When the girl said nothing he continued 'You do know, that if you do not leave, I will get the law after you.' 'You do not have the right to saw you own what you do not take care of.' He flipped the other apple into her lap and replied 'You have no right to live on trespassed land.'

    She was quiet. 'We must find a home for you, so I need to know your name.'
    She shook her head and looked down at the apple in her hand. 'i have no name.' He looked at her, and smiled 'Then I will give you one.' The smirk on his face was enough to tell that he was about to give her a domestic name. She waved her hand. 'Only you can give you yourself a name.' She twisted the apple around.
    'I will have a name by tomorrow, but I will not leave.' The expression was one to laugh at on John's face. He got red, and his lip was being bit, his eyes looked cross, and he clinched both fists.

    As the girl jumped away, his face softened.
    'Maybe having her around isn't that bad.'

    She walked into the forest. Snow again started to fall. The animals kept their distaste. She was heading for a place they knew she would want to be alone. She walked past the opening she had been in earlier; she walked on past her house. In a clearing, so big, but so hidden. In the middle of that clearing. Was three engraved rocks, all in a line.
    The girl looked at the rocks. She walked over and fell at her knees. Her tattered shorts and shirt shook, the shorts were brown, like a fawns flank. Her shirt was white as the snow.
    The three graves were of her mother: Sable, and her two sisters: Leaf, and Flower. A tear rolled down her face. Her mother had died in child birth, and Flower tried to take care of two babies. For Leaf was the girl's twin. Flower was overwhelmed and when both girls reached the age of 5 and Flower was ten. John had just bought the forest, and finished putting up walls surrounding the garden.
    He sent men in to find the girls. Flower told them to run. They had been sitting by what is now the koi pond, the men tried to force them out, but they ran.
    They ran as fast as they could. Flower lagged behind, pulling trees up in the mens path to slow them down, she had power. All her energy was put into running and pulling up those trees. Leaf helped and pulled up ferns. The girl we know, had no power at all. She helped all she could pulling Leaf with her. At the back of the garden, they burst from the woods into the opening, as the got to their mothers grave 5 men ran out into the clearing infront of them. They all steped back. Three more men appeared on their sides. They pointed there guns at them.

    In a loud moment, wind had blown accrose and the dusty ground flew up. Our girl ducked behind the grave, 11 guns went off. Two bodies fell, two feet ran, wind kept blowing.
    It pushed her along, she started to cough, she looked around, she was so tired. An old tree with a hole in it's roots was nearby. She dived into it. Still coughing. After five minets. She had stopped coughing and a couple of men ran by her. They didn't even look at that tree.
    She crawled out and curled up. She said softley to herself 'Did Leaf and Flower die?'
    She got up and headed where she thought the open land was. As she felt the light on her face, she saw it. Leaf and Flower were dead on the ground. As she rushed over to them, she saw that both of them had many wounds. Leaf had five, and Flower had four.
    She fell over on her sisters' bleeding bodies. Crying tears of utter pain. Grass started to grow, and animals appeared out of the forest. They all were trapped, half of them had families over the wall. They had lost friends. They all surrounded her. 'Flower kept saying that she would tell me my name when I got my powers. She said my mother had whispered the name out.' The wolves stayed. The animals brought grass linen. They all helped her clean out their wounds, and bury them.
    The animals helped her find the rocks, drag them here, and engrave them.
    The girl spent many days right there, engraving their stones. She used bright colors and perfect ingredents, to paint there faces onto the rock. She then drew a tear on the back of each grave, just to show how much she had cried. Her tears had brought the most lovily of flowers to grow by the rocks.

    Now, sitting there infront of those graves. The girl asked the stone what her name was. She almost screamed. She had never been so mad in her life. She had held it for eight years. She screamed. She fell over. She cut her face on a sharp piece of glass. Just the bottom, but it hurt much. She felt blood on her face. She picked up the glass and saw the shape of leaf. She felt tears rush faster to her eyes.
    'LEAF, WHAT DO I DO?! FLOWER WHERE ARE YOU?!' Blood kept coming tears mixed with blood, staining her shirt, she threw of her hat and ripped of the necklace. She started screaming. The wolves dashed out of their dark hiding place
    and tried to call her. They bit her shirt she started to pull her arms around trying to knock the wolves off. Her hand was bleeding, for she had it clenched in her palm. Suddenly, she just couldn't move. She was tired. She fell over, and curled up, the wolves still holding her, the snow still falling, the girl still breathing, let go and fell asleep.

    The wolves took her to the clearing and they stopped the bleeding. Everyone couldn't believe there calm leader had gotten so mad. They all stared as the animals covered her wounds.

    She woke right at four. The sun was almost about to set in the winter sky. She sat up. She was in the first clearing. She ran got up, she ran to the forest edge and she ran to the pond. Her hand throbbed and her face was still stained and dirty. She couldn't make the jump, so she grabbed her staff tied her toy cow to it, and jumped into the water, the fish jumped and swam away. As she pulled herself through the water, she grasped the edge of the isle and tried to pull herself up. She just couldn't, she laid there, the water getting colder and colder around her.
    Then two arms pulled her over the edge and onto the island.
    'Looks like the deer is losing its strength.' It was John. 'I have my name,' John looked at her. 'It's Glass.' John started to laugh. ' Glass? Glass?! That is a ridicules name!' Glass looked at him and said. ' My sister was named Leaf and the other was Flower. And YOU killed them!' John stopped. He didn't remember what had happened
    that day.
    'Leaf told me my name. This is my forest, I was born here.' A look of dismay came over him, then a smirk. 'I was born in a house, and they made me leave.' She looked up at him. Almost utter anger in her eyes. ‘You do not own me. I will not work as some girl in your home.'
    For the pack he was going to do was make her serve tables in his home. He is now 20 years old, his dad gave him the land when he was 11, but that's when he started to make the fence. By the time he was twelve, he started to clear out the girls.
    'Ah, so you know more than I thought. What do you suppose the animals would do if they saw you talking to me, telling me your name before them?'
    Glass's face was white. As well as wet, she looked behind herself.

    There behind her was all the animals. All with the same thought in her mind. "Have we been betrayed? Or is this what she is supposed to do?" A sad expression carved
    on her face. The glass leaf had been pried from hands last night, and she wanted to hurl it at herself. The glass leaf work as a prism; whenever put into the light, it put out pure light. 'So why don't I feel like I put out pure light?'
    Glass grabbed her staff and quickly jumped into the river. The koi once again parted for her. She held the toy cow above her head, and once again she ran. She ran. She ran and the water was cold. Her skin started to turn a pasty white color. She ran. She ran with the spirits of her sisters.

    The river meandered around to the lake, where she rolled out, in the middle. On another isle. Her skin was a pasty white color. Speckled about, yet not killing her. She looked at her cow. A single cherry blossom fell onto the silly looking cow.
    'Strange. That crazy cow, made of wood jointed, straw haired thing is my only and favorite toy, and that cherry blossom. So early into winter, the leaves are already damp and ugly.' She looked at the staff. She untied her toy, and looked at her staff.

    'This was supposed to be a Buddhist staff. I was selfish, and wouldn't let my sister take it. I kind of wish I had let her have it. I wish my wind hadn't raised that dirt. I wish I hadn't run away.' She tossed the cow from hand to hand. She put her hand
    against her eye. She tried to stop the tears from falling. 'I used to be so calm. But that was eight hours ago.' As the sun slipped under the rim of the world, she played with the cow the same way she had played with it when she was a kid. She made it move without bending its knees.