In the small tribal village of Vipevale, Swanilla and her best friend Medley were ready to embark on an adventure. No sooner had they set foot out of Medley’s house when a crowd of winged snakes surrounded them with praise and blessings. Vipevale was home to a tribe of winged snakes called the Quetzalcoatlus, magical beings of the weather. Medley was one of them; Swanilla, on the other hand, wasn’t, for she was more so an anthropomorphic beast in her neighbors’ eyes. A cherished one, to be exact.
“My children.” said the Chief of the tribe as he came forward to Medley and Swanilla. “Rarely is it for our own to leave a tribal way of living. I’m not saying it’s a curse to think that way, but to move on in pursuit of navigating through the wonders of life is a treasure in itself, more valuable than, I daresay, the gold our ancestors treasured. Tell me, children, why do you plan to abandon tribalism for exploring beyond the safety of our village?”
Medley, the confident scholar he was, was the first to speak: “Chief Sympho, I am not one to move past tradition. In fact, I plan to use the shamanic magic passed down from my forefathers to learn more about magic and knowledge! I no longer want to pursue them passed down from books alone. In order to study both old and new magic, I shall leave my comfort zone and do so in practice, not just in theory. And in doing so, I will read more books, learn more about magic, and spread the word! That is what I want to do, Chief!” Medley snooted his serpent snout, a proud gesture and proof of his outstanding intelligence.
The Chief nodded at Medley in approval, before turning to Swanillla. “And what about you, Sweet Swan?” he asked, “You may not be a Quetzalcoatl, but you’re one of us nonetheless. What is your answer?”
The shy, yet courageous Swanilla hesitated to answer at first. After hearing her friend’s question, she’s unsure of how to describe her desires. She thought back to her childhood in the village. Before befriending the quirky Medley, she often perched in her favorite banana tree, watching the winged snakelings frolic in the rich hills of green.
She watched them fly in the air and twirl. Even if one messed up the twirl, they would laugh not with pettiness but with joy, as if having fun was more important than fighting for who was the best at twirling. Even if one was fat, or sloppy, or pushy, or feisty, the villagers reacted with patience, discipline, and kindness. To the young Starling, she witnessed a perfect world of unconditional peace—the ability to live with one another without hatred and prejudice, and the ability to love no matter what.
“Chief..” began the hesitant Swanilla, “I cannot depart without expressing my gratitude towards this village, the village that raised me without a care about my out-standing appearance or my shyness. I am thankful for my parents, who provided me here a second home since the day I arrived blindly on this planet. I am thankful for our teacher, who taught us well the beauty of nature—from the abundance of green and critters to the Cloud Dragons’ blessing of rain and wind. I am thankful for everyone in this village, especially my best friend Medley, for reminding me that all who live on this planet deserve to be loved, and most importantly, to feel at peace.
“Chief Sympho, my reason to leave the warm, embracing wings of this village behind, is to fulfill my quest for peace. It is not only in my instincts to do so, but in the post-era of corruption, abuse, and isolation, I feel that it is time to find and spread the light that is peace and love.”
When Swanilla finished relaying her final answer, she grew shy again from the realization of silence from her own speech. But she needn’t worry, for the Chief nodded in approval. “Though what you believe in is beyond my understanding of the new world, and perhaps, foolish and impossible, I undoubtedly know that you two will bring forth a new revolution in our broken world.” concluded Chief Sympho. “But remember, my children, with big dreams come with big challenges. Medley, in spite of your quest for knowledge, you will inevitably encounter the unknown, things that aren’t meant to be discovered or known. Soon, you shall find yourself unable to distinguish truth from lies as a result. Remember, in a situation like this in which logic and reasoning are useless, there is no shame in following your gut instincts and expressing empathy towards what you believe is the truth.
“And as for you, Sweet Swan, it is not common knowledge that you are a Starlestial, a reincarnation of the fallen Stalspike, and the ‘result’ of the end of a near world-ending crisis by a corrupted monster…Your pledge to bring peace will not be enough in the eyes of the heavily scarred, whose lives were negatively affected by an event that was out of your control. Not only that, but finding peace and love is not as simple as asking two parties to forgive and forget, to love and be loved. Rather, it is far more complex and, undeniably, near impossible to achieve true peace, for conflict and war are inevitable. Therefore, your quest for peace is not about the result, but about the significant effort to bring people together and to understand the bigger picture that is love.”
“My children, I believe that it is time. Your words alone have proven to me that, with great reason, you are ready to leave the village and embark on your journey to find what you’re looking for.”
After the hugs were exchanged, and blessings were given, Medley and Swanilla, carrying the wisdom of their beloved Chief (quite literally and figuratively, for he bestowed them his feathers for good luck), left behind their peaceful little village. In front of them now would be the hardships and new friendships that they’ll encounter in their quest.