Once... long ago.. and far away.....
There was a maiden fair... eyes as blue as the deepest sea, and skin the color of the golden straw...
She would sit on the edge of a high mountain cliff, and sing to the mighty eagles who soared there
Her enchanting voice would waft down to the people in the villages below, and when they could hear her, they knew that the day would be fair.
A young man of strong build and deep love for all things beautiful heard her voice, and to him, it was if it called his name....'
He followed that voice up into the mountains, braving against the chill wind and harsh snow...'
And there she sat, braiding her long golden hair, seemingly untouched by the cold.
He sat on a rock behind her, watching her braid and sing, seeing that the eagles flew close by..
When she ended her song, she turned and smiled at him....'
Then she turned around, and lept from the cliff face, into the chasm below....'
He ran to the edge to see a giant eagle soar up and out of sight beyond the mountains.
His heart had been so mystified by the song, that he longed to join her forever...
So he, too, lept from the cliff.....
In an instant, as he closed his eyes, he could feel himself rising on the currents of the wind, not falling to his doom below.
He , too, had become a giant eagle, soaring amung the mountaintops......'
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