Emilee W Stacey

The Banshee of Fluglen

The field of Luster was Mara’s favorite place in the whole world. No matter the season there was always beauty to be found. In summer the wildflowers grew tall and enclosed her in warmth. The fall brought a gentle breeze that caused the grass to brush her skin in a gentle touch. The winter remind Mara to be thankful to be alive. She would sit in the center of the field watching the snow fall. The spring was like the returning of a dear friend, new life spring from the frozen ground. It was the one place that she was truly happy. The place where she could be a young woman and not just a curse.