Hanêê

• Thalia Lenord, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

Hanêê - Part 1

Before the air went sour and the grass grey, Asaun was beautiful. It's lush green fields and rolling hills welcomed yet another glorious spring. Music filled the fresh, pure air as birds sung sweet melodies. Trees grew overhead swaying peacefully in the morning breeze, letting blossoms fall elegantly to the moist ground. The water that flowed through the streams was as sweeter than the sweetest honey. It glistened in the gentle morning light. The land was perfect; without fault and without evil.

The sun shone softly on the rolling hills of Teser, an area abundant with sound. A girl with long, flowing, black hair and big, shining, green eyes, lay resting against a large tree near a fast flowing stream that glistened with small shiny pebbles. When the girl woke she was startled for a moment as she forgot where she was. She looked up and smiled, a bianor bird was hiding in some long, green grass. It was a very rare sighting, especially for this time of year. Hanêê, as this was her name, had seen pictures of bianor birds all her life but even so she was surprised at its beauty. It's orange feathers shone like diamonds and its crest was adorned with a warm red colour blazing like a flame. As the bianor bird flew off like lightning, Hanêê picked herself up, grabbed her flute and started to play. The air soon filled with sweet, clear notes. As Hanêê played she wandered some way until she came to a house, if you could even call it that. The windows had been boarded up and out of a tall, narrow chimney came thick, choking, black smoke. A dark shadow appeared to hang about it as if it had been frozen in a time of night. Shivers shot down Hanêê's spine. "Evil." The word seemed hang around. Hanêê's usually silvery voice became harsh and croaking as she said it. Hanêê walked hesitantly towards it. Evil was rare in Asaun, even rarer than the Bianor.