Heir of Nature

Miri is the legitimate, biological daughter of Mother Nature and Father Time. Of course, she is only just figuring this out. A jealous family acquaintance comes into the picture and sets his mind on getting rid of the Miri. She must train quickly in order to be able to defend herself when the need arises. ^^I wrote this story when I was twelve and it makes me laugh to go back and reminisce^^


2. Reunited

It seemed like seconds later when I re-awoke to a marvelous sight. In front of me stood two people who seemed to sparkle and shine. It was as though light was radiating from them. One was a woman. She had long, flowing, golden, curly hair. Her eyes were a natural Hazel with sparks of gold in them. She had a magnificent smile with perfectly strait, white teeth. I was shocked. She was a mirror image of the fourteen-year-old-me. Except, every little flaw I had was perfected in her image. Besides that, there were no differences between the two of us… except one.

Looking at the man standing at the woman’s side, I found that one missing detail. The woman’s nose was Roman, and the man’s was English, like mine. His teeth were also perfectly white and strait. His hair was shaggy, but in the neatest way.

Though I could pair the two of them as a couple, I could not tell their age, besides that they were over 25.

Finally, the woman spoke, her voice coming out as a tinkling bell. “Miri, at last, you have awakened. Welcome home.”

“Um thanks…” I managed, “and… er… I’m guessing this is Anna Rosa and you are… Rosette?”

The woman gazed at me adoringly. “Oh Miri! Yes, this is Anna Rosa, but Rosette left while you were asleep… I am your mother.” The woman: my mother, replied.

My lips parted in a small “o”. That would explain the similarities in appearance. “Then is he” I gestured to the smiling man, “sorry,” I said, turning to talk to him, not wanting to be rude. “I mean are you… ya know… my dad?”

He smiled, nodding. My mother embraced me, a single tear sliding down her cheek. It immediately started to drizzle. “Oops, sorry.” My mom said, and the rain cleared quickly. I looked up at the sky, bewildered. Then, for the first time, looked at my surroundings: Anna Rosa, my home.

There were sunbeams filtering through the trees, spreading light across the dew-touched leaves. There were bright, colorful flowers all around. I could taste the humid air. I could hear birds twittering and chirping and smell the fresh green leaves. I could also smell the fresh soil that was soft and squishy beneath my feet (which I had just realized were bear.) The wood’s air gave me a happy, free feeling; like I was home at last.

My parents-scratch that- Julia and Mark James were no where to be seen, just like they had said.

A voice interrupted my internal thoughts. “Oh,” my mother sighed, “You must be very bewildered.” I nodded. “Here,” she continued, showing me to a hammock near by. “This is a long story; you’ll want to sit down.”

I thanked her and she began. “First of all, I’ll introduce myself. I am your mother: Mother Nature and this is your Father and my husband: Father Time.”

I tried (and failed) at hiding my shocked expression as she went on about my real life.

When I was born to Father Time and Mother Nature , lots of people were jealous that I got to be “Daughter Nature”. Many wanted me dead! So, as any good, loving mom and dad would do, my parents called upon their most trusted assistants, Julia and Mark James, to take and raise me in the U.S. until they got the “okay” from my real parents. Julia and Mark were told to treat me like a regular, everyday child. Six months and two days later they did just that. Then, two nights ago, (I had discovered that after passing through the border into Anna Rosa, I slept through the night.) my mother had sent the “okay” to Julia. They had dropped me off last night with Rosette (a doe that was born in Anna Rosa two days before me) then, gone back to my old home to pack, sell the house, and spread the word that I had gotten terribly sick and we were moving closer to a Hospital. Rosette had carried an unconscious me on her back, to the portion of the wood where I now was. It was here, on a bed of ferns, that my parents, Mother Nature and Father Time, had patiently waited to meet their daughter they hadn’t seen in fourteen years.

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I waited for my mom to finish before running towards her, arms open. We embraced, then, I went and embraced my father. “I hope you know,” he spoke for the first time, “You have to train so you can, one day be Mother Nature.” He smiled and then added, “Oh, and welcome home Princess.”

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