Three Lives Lived

[RainIsABirb]

TUULE HAS BEEN HERE FOR A LONG, LONG TIME

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I reflect upon my lives now.

The first life I shan't utter much more upon, for that child's earliest memories elude me.

There was an exile, the desert, an endless expanse, and death came quietly in rasped breaths.

How else could it be? The Khan decreed an execution would occur, and the sun saw it through.

Fate had decreed I fall, and fall I did. But when I fell, it was a black storm I saw: A death of spirit.

There was a deal muttered on final breaths. Our lives became locked, inseparable, eternal in duality.

And my second life began.

I returned to my people not long after this strangeness occurred. My voice eroded by the desert wind.

I spoke in whispers, and so it was that I came to be known as the Whispering Dog. A being of no renown.

My second life began with the understanding that I was already dead. Worthless. A corpse hardly fit as grub.

Whisper was a curious child, and she asked many questions. Asked people for many things. Learnt how to see.

It was the Djinn who'd earnt her highest praises, had given her the most out of anyone. Blessing to the innocent.

It was him who ended my second life, and started anew my third. A name once lost, replaced as simply with: Tuule.

And what a life my third was!

Tuule reached high, shed those delusions of nihilism that had plagued the dog before.

She learnt and rejected instead! She saw with eyes wide shut. She listened with plugged ears.

She clawed and grasped! She grew high, and sacrificial, and became a teacher to her Magyar kin.

It was not enough to give only a hand, but soon her mind was offered to another. Every little piece
of that sacrificial girl-turned-woman-turned-wolf went to another as she so deemed fit, until at last,
the final piece was offered so; her name, gifted to her so long ago, tossed as callously as though it were

nothing at all.

Consequences came in my fourth short life. This one. The reflecting one. It was confusing;
Those three lives lived before were not mine, yet there they were. Memories of Me.
Lana was my name, but, was it always? They all called me Tuule anyway.
I made a mistake as Tuule, and only then did I realize who I was;
A being of nothingness living in a corpse within flesh!

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TUULE HAS BEEN GONE FOR A LONG, LONG TIME