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Tale of a girl whose axe fell into the river

By AZHER FAREEDPublished 11 months ago 3 min read
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In the quaint village of Silverbrook, nestled amidst the lush greenery and gentle streams, lived a young girl named Lily. She was known for her adventurous spirit, always seeking out new experiences in the woods that surrounded her home. But there was one thing she treasured more than anything else – her trusty old axe.

Lily's axe had been passed down through generations in her family, and she felt a deep connection to it. It was not only a tool for her daily chores but also a symbol of her heritage and the strength she derived from her ancestors. With it, she chopped wood, cleared pathways, and even sculpted intricate designs on wooden pieces.

One bright morning, as the sun painted the horizon with warm hues, Lily ventured into the woods to gather firewood for the upcoming winter. Her father had taught her the best spots to find the finest timber, and she followed the familiar path with excitement. Birds chirped happily, and the rustling leaves provided a comforting melody.

As Lily reached the riverbank, she spotted a fallen tree, perfect for harvesting. Focused on her task, she swung the axe with determination, but to her dismay, the axehead slipped from its handle and tumbled into the fast-flowing river. She watched helplessly as the water carried away her most precious possession.

Distraught, Lily sat down by the river's edge, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart ached at the thought of losing the axe, and she felt an overwhelming sense of loss. But just as she was about to lose all hope, a shimmering light descended from the sky, and an ethereal figure appeared before her.

The figure had wings of glistening white feathers and a kind, gentle face that emanated warmth and comfort. It was an angel – a celestial being sent to aid those in need. "Fear not, young one," spoke the angel in a voice that seemed to carry the wisdom of ages. "I have seen your misfortune, and I am here to help."

Lily was in awe, wiping away her tears and gazing at the angel in wonder. "Oh, heavenly being," she stammered, "my axe, it's gone. It fell into the river, and I can't retrieve it. It's been in my family for generations, and I feel so lost without it."

The angel smiled compassionately, reaching out to touch Lily's shoulder gently. "Worry not, for I can assist you in this time of need," the angel said soothingly. With a graceful motion, the angel extended a hand over the river's surface, and the water began to stir and shimmer with a soft glow.

Suddenly, the river seemed to part, and from its depths emerged a radiant, otherworldly glow. Lily's eyes widened with astonishment as the water unveiled her beloved axe, gleaming as if it had been polished to perfection. The angel gently guided the axe back into Lily's hands, and she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

"Thank you," Lily whispered, her voice filled with awe and reverence. "You've saved not just my axe, but a piece of my heart too."

The angel smiled warmly, her wings gently fluttering in the air. "Remember, dear child, you hold the strength and spirit of your ancestors within you. Your connection to your family's legacy runs deeper than any physical possession."

With that, the angel rose back into the sky, her luminous form fading into the golden rays of the sun. Lily watched until she was just a faint glimmer, filled with a newfound sense of purpose and understanding.

From that day on, Lily cherished her axe even more, not only for its practical use but as a reminder of the angel's profound message. She realized that her heritage and strength came from within, and the axe was merely a symbol of the power she held.

As the years passed, Lily became a revered member of the village, known not just for her skill with the axe but for her kind and compassionate nature. She shared the story of the angel with others, inspiring them to find strength in their roots and the love they carried in their hearts.

In the village of Silverbrook, the tale of the girl whose axe fell into the river and the angel who came to her aid became a legend passed down through generations. And to this day, whenever someone faces a moment of doubt or hardship, they look up to the sky, remembering the angel's message and finding solace in the knowledge that they are not alone.

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  • Judey Kalchik 11 months ago

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