here is the second part
Slowly without realization of my actions, I was climbing out the window, and walking with this strange man. My mind was gone, and my heart was racing. I will never forget what happened that day. The story he told so strange that he couldn’t have possibly made it up, yet so unreal it couldn’t be true.
He held my hand softly, looked me in the eyes and began with a sigh.
“I am not a man. I am a God. I am Aeolus, king of wind, son of Poseidon. My life began fifteen million years ago, when the earth was still young. I was arrogant, and as human teenage boys, I made mistakes. I killed many, and because of this, I lost many. Father, punished me by forcing me into exile by turning me into a man.”
He had said, ” No God has yet to act as you, you have hurt the ones who you loved, you are not yet worthy of the life which you live.”
“Of course I was distraught, and have roamed the earth for the one thing that will change me, ever since. They say that love, and passion is the only thing that can change a God from an ignorant, violent youth, into a strong, wise man. Legend has it that when I find true love, the one soul that mine is destined to be with, I will become a God again, and will rule the wind as I should. I know that you are this person. Your soul cries out to mine, your heart longs to be with the one you love. Our souls are destined for each other. You must believe me, I never believed in love until I found you.”
With my brain barely grasping what he had said, I couldn’t find anything to say. It slowly registered that he was in love with me, a woman he barely knew, and he claimed to be a God, turned man.
“You don‘t even know me.” I mumbled barely audibly.
“I am a God, I know what love is, I feel things humans cannot, your soul cries out for mine, your heart knows that what I say is true and it knows that you love me as I love you. It is our souls telling me this, your spirit wants mine.” He answered. His voice was filled with emotion, I knew then that he was telling the truth. My soul, my spirit, my heart all longed to be with him.
“So you have been turned into a God again?”
“No. The legends say that the love must grow, the love must turn to selflessness, and you must let me go. You must give up your hopes of being with the one you love, in this form. You must be so selfless that you care more about my destiny then your love for me. You must kill my human form and then I will become a God. However there is a chance that your soul will not part your body, when mine does. There is a change you will live on in human form, never loving again, your soul never finding its destined mate.”
He looked in my eyes, and I could see the fiery passion that lit them. I could see what had driven him on in these centuries, I could see that our souls were destined. He knew then that I loved him.
In the next year, we were together, we loved, we laughed, we lived. I had never felt such romance, and passion. I had never loved as loved now. I could not think of the time when I must let him go, and possibly live without my destined love forever. I needed him, but I knew that he had to be returned to the world of Gods, I knew that was the only way he would find happiness and peace. I had decided that on our one year anniversary, I would release him. I could not allow myself to be as happy as I was when I knew he was in such pain, in the wrong place, following a path that was not meant for him.
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When I led him to the meadow, to give him back the life he was destined for, I noticed something about the day was different. The air seemed to hang there, lifeless and still. The chipmunks under the tree seemed somber, the birds were not chirping, the deer not frolicking in the tall grass. The world was still, holding its breath.
He looked at me and to this day I still remember what his face told me. His soft voice told me he was on the verge of tears. Yet the most startling thing, I noticed the memories untold that had once covered his eyes, was gone, replaced by love, and happiness, the passion was in full control. He was ready to change from an arrogant, violent boy into a wise, compassionate God. Love had changed him.
His last words to me were, “Elizabeth, my Elizabeth, over the past year I have grown to love you beyond belief, my heart now yearns to be with you. Even though our souls have always known, I know now that you were the person for me.” He raised his hand up to face, tracing my lip with his finger, he kissed each of my closed eyes and wiped away my tears. “You have proven to me love is real, you have given the only gifts and man can want, love, and compassion. You taught me how to love. And for that my darling I will never forget you. Even if your soul doesn‘t come with mine, I will come back for you. Look at the horizon every morning, and every night I will send a sign when I come for you. I love you, my Elizabeth.”
I had tears streaming down my face,
I had tears streaming down my face, but when I looked at his eyes I knew I was doing the right thing. I has to let him go follow his destiny. He laid on the soft, newly sprouted spring grass. I crouched next to him, and kissed him one last time.
He held a handful of my hair to his nose, and said, “I am ready, my Elizabeth.”
With my arm raised I gently brought the knife to chest, tears streaming from my reddened eyes. Yet somehow, as if my miracle, I saw through my tears, and watched as his body rose into the sky. The wind blew gently again, the chipmunk scurried to his hole, the birds chirped and the deer came out again. But my soul did not go with his.
Everyday I look out my open window, and wait for a sign, of my loves return. Looking out my open window.
here is link for part one. thanks so much for reading it. I really appreiciate it
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100223080841AAVT2Mr&r=w
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AoM734CMhCT8kWnFTtC4tzyf5HNG;_ylv=3?qid=20100223080707AAmlvL0
link to part one…please ingore the first link thanks
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