Skari's Story ~ The start

The world Skari lived in had been one of the first prototypes of it's kind. No one knew how old this world was or Skari but everyone knew of her. She has been seen, from the beginning of everyone's memories, on the river steps dancing.

Skari danced her heart out, each day, on the steps of the river. Calling to all the grey life around her, beseeching all to feel again. To feel anything. Even hatred would have started to waken the sleeping world.

Skari, reaching into her soul, pour out all the love and longing she held in her being to see color again. Praying for one plant to show the rainbow of colors she remembered. A memory now like an old dream tucked away in the recesses of her mind. Skari knew she was the last to remember.

Each day she danced in hopes the world would return back into what it was so long ago. What the world was meant to be.

Every morning, with the rise of the next planet, found Skari swirling, swirling, swirling. Ice cold water spinning from her feet to cover all grey life within her reach.

Rumor had it if you ended up with some of the sprays from Skari's wild dancing on you, your skin would turn the same shade of peach as her's. Once you turned there was no blending into the land, no blending into the crowds of people. Soon a turned person would be shunned from the villages for causing danger to all around them. They would find themselves on their own for the rest of their living days fending for survival.

No one dared touch Skari or get close to her.

Skari's Story ~ Part two

The day wore on with Skari never taking a break. If anything, she seemed to move faster, faster, faster as the next planet made it's way over the world, shedding what little light it could on the inhabitants of the place Skari called home.

The ripples in the river, caused by Skari dancing, started to glow from the light shining down over the world as the day wore on.

Water bounced through the air, shooting diamond glitter flecks of light off in all directions. Sparks shot up into the sky, colliding with each other, shooting off again to land as soft raindrops upon the grey inhabitances daring to come near the river. The foliage, found near the river beds, received the life-giving raindrops as well.

Skari, deep within her mind and soul, danced without awareness. She was now in the deepest part of her trans-like state. If someone would have tried to speak to her she would not have heard them, so far into her daily dance as she was.

In her dreamlike state, color came back into her world for only her to see.

Skari soaked into her being all the beauty she could, knowing deep inside, this dream would only last but a few short moments.

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This was the one gift she had been given to be able to live on for another day. This was her hope, her renewal, bestowed upon her, in her, to help in her fight to reverse the discord that came into her world so long ago.

Evening snuck in and with it, a horse could be seen slowly making its way along the river banks. The horse, while magnificent in form, was grey from head to hoofs, blending well into the land. No one would have been able to see the horse if not for the swirling rainbow of light that radiated out from the twisted horn protruding from the middle of the noble beasts head.

In the last of the dim light being shed over the world, you could see Skari being nudged by the glorious beast. Singling her time for today was at an end. Skari's last spin ended with her arms wrapped around her one true friend left on her world.

She rested her head alongside his neck, arms circling, hands entwined in the long flowing mane. Exhausted beyond all reason. This daily ritual kept her from falling into a wasted heap to the ground.

This is my Day 246: Freewrite, Prompt: discord

For those asking about the photo above (@enginewitty), I went back and did a bit of searching. The original title I gave to this photo was 'On the Edge ~'

I made this photo on June 15, 2013. Here is what I said about it the day I posted it on Facebook. "This one I made in GIMP. It's a program like Photoshop but a free version."

This was all the information I could find.

I am hoping, but not promising, that we, together, can find out Skari's whole story.

I am under the weather today but knew some people were waiting for more of her story so I made sure to add a bit more to it today for you all. Keep your fingers crossed it all works out in the end.

This Freewrite falls under the 'rules' of @mariannewest's Freewrite group. These rules are very different than the college rules of an actual pure freewrite.