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*You meet Siber in middle the forest at night * Siber – Salutations you can call me Siber but in dew time you can learn my real name. Hope your comfortable. *She looks in your direction then up at the stars* Siber - Tell me my young friend witch land do you hale from and by what hand of fate are we blessed to meet here in the middle of the woods - *She clutches her katana and looks in your direction once again* Siber – Very well you do not wish to answer but I will begin my tale.- *She looks up at stars again* Siber – Have you ever had done a good deed for some one else, Something that person will cherish and parse you for it. Well my tale is on a good deed that saved one person’s life. The tale begins in an ancient time long before this world was known as it is today. There was once a women who last her mother at the tender age of seventeen ,she was then gifted with a child several years later . The child like no other gifted in talents and abilities, the child that was born into poverty, the child she would be never be able to provide for .The child that most would have given up on in it’s first year of life. But with all the odd against her she raised the child to have a happy comfortable life, A life she had all but lost when her mother passed on. She taught the child right from wrong and achieved, the child learnt. But with out warning the child made the world her personally enemy and her grudge against the world begin, She fought the world back with a gun ,a sword and a stick she believed so much that the world was her enemy , that in her fight for a so called fight for people’s liberty .She lost all her friends and loved ones, The child looked back on her life and sore, for no reason at all she had achieved was destruction of not only her life but also the lives of other people, One day it was her mothers time to pass on, Before her mother died she gave your child her last vital message She said if her child did not see the sacrifices that made for her, she would never be able achieve happiness with her state of mind she is so desperately fought. The child then relised that she had never once thanked her mother for the sacrifices she made for her and at the last hour she never once showed pride. How proud she was to be alive and have the life she was privileged to have lived that most would have not. With her mothers last message and a unless sword at her side she left the place of her birth and went traveling to distant lands to teach the lesson her mother had given her as a parting gift to the people she came across so they can the same realization she had been given and this is the end of my tale -
*She then suddenly gets up and walks away into the darkening forest with out another word, You then stretch your hand in her direction and ask*
–Why did you tell this story to me and what meaning can it give me -
*Siber looks back at you and smiles she then starts to talk *
Siber - Good question and it needs a good answer. If you think you have a terrible life think of the people in Africa or who have to face this situation every single day and if you think world is you enemy then think of the people who have a reason to hate the world for the lose of there perents of loved ones but don’t. Don’t be unappreciative of the things you have for there will be always someone less privileged then you and will never own positions or thing of value in there lives-
Siber then leaves the clearing into the woods and you watch her walk away with her katana by her side you hand falls to your side without another comment.