http://slow.writerscafe.org/ladyforeal The original writings of author Fairy L en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072691 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Andwhat became of those pearls, you ask? Well, with the help of Serene andthe good healer, Versai made the pearls into a healing salve used tocure the wounded, human or not. He traveled all over the world andexpanded his knowledge of the earth, sky and the sea which helped himlearn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501991/     Whenthe healer was well again, he finally told Versai the truth. “Versai, Iowe you more than my life. I don’t even know how to begin to apologizefor the way I have behaved toward you...actually, how I’ve treated you all ofyour life. Versai, you have a spe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501990/      Versaisnapped out of his trance and ran downstairs to the healer. “Pleasewake up!!! What do I do!?! OH, WHAT DO I DO!?!!” screamed Versai.Versai then said to himself “Calm down….think….first I must get waterand a dry rag to stop the fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501989/    Thehealer noticed certain changes within Versai. Versai worked happily tofinish his chores knowing that he’ll see Serene soon. Seeing him socheerful further angered the doctor. One day while Versai was whistlingas he mopped the floor, the healer out of desperation asked Ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501988/     Thenext day as soon Versai was finished with his morning chores, he racedtoward the beach. He knew he still had chores to do, but he thoughtslipping away for an hour won't be a problem. However, his exuberantsmile became a gloomy frown when he arrived at the beach. To his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501985/    Thegirl said fiercely “You shouldn’t be saying sorry to me. This onlyhappened to me today. You should be apologizing to the sea that you sooften hurt with your pebbles. There are other sea creatures than medown there.” Versai was baffled by what she said. He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501981/      Herushed toward the wounded girl and yelled “What am I going to do!!? Howdo I help her?! WHAT DO I DO!?!” As he stared at her head injury, hismind raced wondering what he can do . His heart was beating so fastthat he felt like it would explode any second... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501978/   Tofight boredom and loneliness, Versai often walked to the seaside afterhe was done with his chores. There he would pass time by building sandcastles and throwing pebbles at the sea. One day while doing his dailyritual, he stooped to find another pebble to toss and then he heard asc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501977/      Thehealer by now was blinded by rage and fury. Every effort he put intomaking the boy miserable, failed. None of his endless ploys ever seemedto work. The healer was actually the one responsible for Versai'sconstant loneliness. One day, he claimed that Versai stole h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501975/      One day, hesaid to himself- “I will prove the villagers wrong. I will work harderfrom now on and one day they will acknowledge me once again.” He got upeven earlier each morning to run errands for the healer and didanything the villagers asked him to do.".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501973/    Twelveyears later, Versai laid back on the sweet smelling green grass staringup at the serene blue sky. “If only I can drift above the clouds...”Versai had grown up to be a handsome and strong young boy. He was thespitting image of his mother with his dark brown hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501968/        Closing her eyes, she held him tight and breathe in the sweet fragrance of the autumn air . His lamentation became distant as the aroma engulfed her. Azalea's life flashed before her eyes - not of the past, but the future.        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501966/      SoonAzalea felt her lap becoming heavy; she looked down to see even morepearls. Her eyes flashed from the pearls then back onto the child. Asthe baby’s tears fell they slowly transformed into pearls. She wipedher teary eyes again, hoping that what she was seein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501964/     Itwas that time of year when the wind blew, the flames danced across thehorizon and fell like shooting stars to the ground. Hues of red,yellow, and orange ignited the entire village like a wild fire. Autumnwas indeed a magnificent spectacle to see, but its beauty wastran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501962/ This is the tale of the boy who never knew the meaning of what it feels to to let it all go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyforeal/501960/