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The world is wrapped with tales, fables and legends centuries old each with its own intention but each story worth telling begins with a girl.

It was a cold night. The winds shock the night sky. The candle light of the moon shinned brightly and the hair fibers that lined down the girls spine stood erect with the winds cold breeze. Then, a cry broke the never-ending silence. It cried again and again. A wolfs cry; it woke the night with its tremendous cries. Creatures erupted in chaos and the wind spoke in its many tongues. The girl's fingers shook with each burst of wind as if death touched her fingers with his cold hands. The sensation of her lips stiffened while the divine wind escaped from her mouth as she stood motionless on the ponds edge in silence wearing her olive kimono with golden embroidery of a quetzal bird.