The girl & the buffalo

The hairy beast lumbered towards me. Eyes glassy and dark. I hold out my little hand and its nostrils sniffed impatiently. My fingertips grazed its smooth jaw line then palmed his face. I whispered in the ancient language, thanking the beast for arriving.

We set off the two of us. One small human, one shaggy brown buffalo. The hills rolled out before us, its lush green carpet cushioning our steps. 

Endless miles we traveled, before finally the old oak tree lay ahead in the distance. As we moved closer, the bright white of the owl’s wings blinded our sight. His piercing blue orbs seemed to penetrate our very essence. 

I spoke first also in the ancient tongue but it was unnecessary. For Waldymir the Wise used telepathy (conversing with the mind). He saw everything: our strengths, our weaknesses.

He told us few had made the journey. That meant we were protected, chosen. He explained that our kind lay just on the other side of the tall oak. We were needed he said. 

For an evil entity named Edem had ravaged our world. Waldy as I would come to know him explained the horrors that had occurred. The entire planet of Yellgre had almost been annihilated.

I turned to my traveling companion. His tired yet hopeful eyes calmed me. Waldy urged us to believe and know that our dreams shall now be answered.

Family, future, home were all within reach. All we had to do was believe.