First Christmas

When winter comes, Amakna, people say that each snowflake that falls down to delicately land onto the ground of our lush green meadows is a tear from our creator who sadly realizes that each body to which he gave life and all his love ends up fighting each others.

the different divinities gathered around the creator dared believe that if they transmitted peculiar gifts to their disciples, they would put an end to all the conflicts in Amakna.

I Bold textEowenBold text, messenger of Cra, traditionally pass on this message to my fellow creatures as well as to any living being who would like to know more about his lands.

This is how, one day, I met a young Iop girl. Her eyes were full of innocence and, as she did not know where she could take refuge, she threw herself into my arms, scared by all this hostile nature around her. I then asked her why she was so scared.

She replied, "Whar is all that white covering our land, are we under attack?" This was obviously her first winter.

I answered, "Don't be afraid young girl, this carpet that covers everyithing you know is nothing else but the materialization of our creator's sadness who infortunately realizes that all the things he has created can't peacefully live together on the same land."

The little girl, puzzled, reacts, "But how can we change into good so that the man up htere could be less sad?"

"It's not that easy, little girls. If everybody would make as many efforts as you do to enjoy life, to observe and love... well then, maybe, we could offer our creator something to wipe his tears away and thus live a warm day in this cold season.

I had scarcely finished my sentence when the little girl jumped from my arms and left running under a thick and cold snow. She went back home taking care nher way to offer everyone she saw a warm smile. The sun, who had been rather discreet until then, was already setting.

more to come soon