My eyes are blue like the sky;

My hair is bright like the sun;

My body is clear like the air;

My voice is like the murmur of the wind;

I call in the bright of day and whisper in the night;

I am Anemone, Daughter of the Wind.

My eyes are blue and green like the sea;

My hair is yellow like the sand;

My voice is like the call of seagulls;

My life is calm like a glass;

My anger is violent like a storm;

My mediations are deep like the ocean;

My laugh is like the whisper of the waves;

I am Cordelia: Daughter of the Sea

My eyes are bright like sparkling stars;

My hair is black like the void of space;

My body shimmers like the milky way;

My smile curves like the crescent moon;

My ears hear many lovers' secrets;

My face shines as it beams down on you;

I am Amaris: Daughter of the Moon.

My eyes are blue like the sky;

My hair is green like the grass;

My body is tall like a sapling;

My laugh is rippling like a brook;

My friends are the birds;

I am Shyla: Daughter of the Mountain

My eyes shine like the stars;

My hair gleams like the sun;

My face glows like the moon;

My smile brightens the morning;

My love melts the heart of stone;

I am Margot: Daughter of Light.

My eyes are like the darkest green;

My hair is like the blackest night;

My stature towers above all like the tallest tree;

My steps are quiet like the murmur of the gentlest breeze.

Under my protection the gentle deer lives;

Under my protection the bird builds its nest;

Under my protection the sapling reaches towards the sun;

Under my protection the violet raises its majestic head;

Who am I? I am Choilleich: Guardian of the Forest.

Walken stepped out of the time-jet. He stood looking around the clearing in which he stood. Gray grass covered from the ground, and white flowers grew in patches. Above him a single black colored bird soared, silhouetted against a white sun. Tall, straight black trees with gray leaves swayed in the wind. The wind was cold, and Walken pulled his rainbow coat closer around him. He brushed magenta hair out of his orange eyes, with his hand. As the boy stood looking at the colorless world around him, he raised one red eyebrow. What was this? A world with no colors? How did one live in such a world?

Walken felt something brush by behind him, and quickly he turned. Nothing was to be seen but a few shadows. Then, one of the shadows moved, and took the form of a human. But what a human! The girl who stepped into view was tall, with black hair, gray eyes, and perfectly white skin. She was as colorless as the world around her; even her clothes were gray and white.

She timidly advanced towards Walken, and reached out a hand to touch the edge of his coat.

"Hello," Walken said, breaking the silence.

The girl jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Walken asked, with a questioning glance.

The girl nodded slowly, her eyes glued to his coat.

"My name is Walken," said the boy, "What is yours?"

"Sayah," she whispered softly, her eyes now fixed on his hair, "What are you?"

"I'm a person, just like you," answered Walken.

"A person? You can't be!" replied Sayah with amazement. She pointed to his coat and asked, "What is that?"

"A coat."

"Yes, yes," she answered impatiently, "I meant why does it look like that?"

"Oh, you mean the colors? It's a rainbow coat," explained Walken.

"The colors? A rainbow coat?" Sayah repeated in confusion, "What does that mean?"

Walken stared at the girl. She didn't know what colors were?!? How did one explain colors to someone. Seriously, you just looked at them!

Sayah pointed to his hair, and said, "What did you do to your hair?"

"Nothing!" replied Walken, "I was born that way."

"Oh."

"Haven't you ever seen colors before?" asked Walken.

"No," Sayah waved a hand about her, "Do you see any, what did you call them? Colors? Anyway, do you see any here?"

Walken shook his head.

"Where did you come from?" asked the girl.

Walken pointed at the time-jet.

"I rode on that," he explained, "I traveled from my world here."

"Is everything in your world like you?" asked Sayah eagerly.

"Yes. I've never seen colors, or not colors, I suppose, like you have here."

"Could I see your world?"

"If you would like, I could give you a ride in my time-jet, and then bring you back."

Sayah's gray eyes lit up in excitement.

"Would you really?!? That would be like a dream..."

"Hop right in!" Walken said, holding the door of the time-jet open.

Sayah stepped in and fastened her seatbelt as Walken pushed buttons rapidly.

Soon the time-jet started; Sayah and Walken were swept up into the sky.

"How many...colors are there in your world?" asked Sayah curiously, after she had gotten over the first shock of taking off.

"Lots. Can't even name them," answered Walken, steering the time-jet carefully.

"How long until we get there?"

"Not too long; it's a pretty short trip."

Soon Walken warned Sayah to get ready for landing. They settled on the ground with a soft bump.

As Walken prepared to open the door, Sayah held her breath. The door slid open and Sayah stood speechless. Finally she whispered in a raptured voice, "It's like a dream... I can't believe it's real."

And then the colorless girl from a colorless world stepped out of a time-jet and into a world of colors, rainbows and sparkle. She would never be the same again.

Note: Walken means Rainbow and Sayah means Shadow.

[Earlier this year there was found a strange shaped bottle floating on the waves of the Pacific Ocean. It had obviously traveled far, and inside was a small paper, written upon in a strange glimmering blue ink in a strange font. It carried a message which is written below.]

"I am Amphitrite, Queen of the Ocean. I live in a deep, dark land underneath the ocean waves. At the bottom of the sandy ocean floor a civilization has risen. We have palaces, fountains, gardens, animals and they are all in the deep, blue depths. You may look for us, but you will not find us. I have heard of the 'cats' that see in the dark in the upper lands. It is like that for us; we see in the dark. There is no light down here, not even a glimmer. We have no sun, no stars and no moon. We only have the darkness. I am their queen. My mother ruled before me and before her my grandmother. It goes thus back for generations. We always have a queen. Still, even though I am the queen, I have never been very high in the water, since it is forbidden to rise more than two hundred feet above the ocean floor. But, we have many elders who have been to the top. They say the world above is bright, green and full of strange creatures. Someday I wish to see it, but that in all probability will never happen. Yet, in the last few years we have heard a strange story about a man who travels the ocean floor. Perhaps someday we will see him. But, we probably will hide in our secret subterranean caves and he will not know of our existence. I have heard that if you let a bottle with a messsage go in the free-waters it will float to the top. I will do that with this paper. Perhaps someday the Land-People will find it and wonder at this civilization far beneath the waves. Perhaps."