TITLE: The Third Gift
GENRE: MG Fantasy
Marisi was raised on stories that didn't have happy endings. It's what happened when you grew up on an island. Ships sank. Priceless cargo was lost. Sailors never came home. It was said the tears of grieving mothers and lost children filled the oceans. Sad laments echoed through rafters and rattled down hallways in every manor house, on every island, in the world. They were cautionary tales with lessons tucked in along the way. Everyone cried when they heard them. Which only made the water rise higher. There was something almost poetic about it.
But Marisi had learned that being the star of your own sad story wasn't so great. Certainly nothing poetic. As far as Marisi could tell there wasn't even a lesson to be learned. Unless it was to never have a baby sister.
She sat on the stone sill of her bedroom window, folding a sheet of paper in half. Then she folded it again until it had a pointy snout, slender body and broad wings. Her mother called it a ‘featherless bird.’ But Marisi had a different idea. She wrote ADVENTURE across its wings in bold block letters.
Perched on top of a cliff, her house was a perfect launch site. Leaning out her bedroom window she set ADVENTURE free with one smooth motion. “‘May you find a current to your
liking. Sail high! Sail long! Sail true!’” The blessing for ships leaving safe harbors, or in this case, Marisi’s hand, sent ADVENTURE skimming the sky.