In the beginning, fireflies did not always display their recognizable yellow-green glow. During a time when animals spoke like people and before humans ruled, there lived four creatures on Earth. There was the hare, the raven, the brown bear, and finally, the firefly. They lived in a beautiful, plentiful forest made by their Creator. In this land, the Sun shined every second of the day. There was never any darkness. The creatures, with the exception to the humble firefly, were arrogant and vain. They spent the majority of their days attempting to impress the Creator with their tricks, and talents.
“Everyone, look at me, look at me!” boasted the hare as he stretched his hind legs for a sprint, “I am the fastest creature in this forest!” The tiny firefly watched in marvel with the other animals as the hare sprinted from one end of the forest, then back to the meadow where the rest of the creatures lay, waiting.
“That was nothing,” the raven sang from her perch on of the oak trees that grew in their forest, “Watch this!” Then, the raven leaped off of the oak tree. The other animals gasped as they watched the raven fly a flawless figure eight above them. She landed back on her perch, gracefully, with a smug look on her face.
“Is that really the best you can do? That was pathetic,” said the brown bear with his deep, booming voice.
“Well, what skill has the Creator bestowed upon you?” demanded the hare, tapping his hind leg on the land in annoyance. The firefly watched the other creatures quietly, resting on a bright green blade of grass.
“Well,” the brown bear replied, “the Creator made me the largest and strongest creature on the Earth. He clearly cares for me most.” The brown bear sneered at tiny firefly, “Which means he doe...
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The animals were again, surrounded by an unfamiliar darkness. The brown bear turned to the firefly, who was still in shock from the Creator’s appearance.
“I am sorry for what I said about you earlier. Please forgive me,” the brown bear said, an apologetic smile on her face.
“Me too!” the hare and the raven said in unison. The creatures all looked at each other, and then burst out in laughter.
“Whoa! Everyone look at firefly,” the hare exclaimed. The firefly’s torso glowed bright yellow-green. His light made it much easier for the animals to see in the nighttime. The firefly grinned, finally finding his purpose and feeling at home in this new world.
The firefly, the smallest of all the creatures, always had the gift of light. He just needed the courage and confidence to let it show. This is why today; fireflies can be seen glowing when the sky is dark.
While the man is thinking about the wolf and the impact it had on its surroundings, he knows that many people would be afraid of the it. Realizing that something can be both “terrible and of great beauty,” the man's sense of awe is heightened. While laying under the moonlight, the man thinks about the wolf both figuratively and literally running through the dew on the grass and how there would be a “rich matrix of creatures [that had] passed in the night before her.” Figuratively, this represents the wolf running into heaven. However, the man imagining the wolf literally running and the beauty of her free movements across the “grassy swale” creates a sense of awe that he has for the wolf. A wolf running towards someone would be terrifying, but a wolf running with freedom is magnificently beautiful. After imagining this, the man knows that even though wolves can be terrifying, “the world cannot lose” their sense of beauty and
The first appearance in the sequence of lighting occurs in Canto I where he refers to Paradise as "all that hemisphere was bathed in light/ The other dark." (Dante, 294) As he first enters heaven, he notes that its luminescence irradiates everything else around it, leaving it in total darkness. As he continues "Already did I rest content/ From great amazement; but am now amazed/ In what way I transcend these bodies light." (Dante, 297) But this would only be the beginning of the amazement.
This group of dragons is the most feared tribe in all of Pyrrhia. Their black and purple scales are as dark as night. Their wings shimmer with silver flecks like the stars in the night sky. These dragons can breathe fire and disappear into shadows. Nightwings can see and hear all. They are mind readers and they can foretell the future. In order for a Nightwing to have the mind reading or future telling ability, they must hatch under one full moon. In order for a Nightwing to have both abilities, they must hatch under two full moons. Mind reading Nightwings have a silver teardrop scale in the corner of both of their eyes. These dragons are carnivores. Nightwings used to live on the southernmost tip of Pyrrhia, but then moved to a volcano. After the volcano erupted, the Nightwings moved to the rainforest. The most notable Nightwings are Foeslayer, Darkstalkr, Whiteout, Clearsight, Starflight, Fatespeaker, Matermind, Morrowseer, Stonemover, Queen Battlewinner, Princess Greatness, Deathbringer, and Moonwatcher (Moon).
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In the beginning there was only darkness. For many millions of years this darkness remained. There were no stars, no sun, and no earth. But one day something very special happened. The darkness created light. It was a very small amount of light but it was just enough. The light became the husband of the dark. After a long while both the light and the dark became bored. The light began to insult the dark and the light replied with equally harsh insults. "You are not as beautiful as I!" said the light. "Ha! You are much uglier than I!" said the dark.
"Several changes of day and night passed, and the orb of night had greatly lessened, when I began to distinguish my sensations from each other. I gradually saw plainly the clear stream that supplied me with drink, and the trees that shaded me with their foliage. I was delighted when I first discovered that a pleasant sound, which often saluted my ears, proceeded from the throats of the little winged animals who had often intercepted the light from my eyes. I began also to observe, with greater accuracy, the forms that surrounded me, and the boundaries of the radient roof of light which canopied me. Sometimes I tried to imitate the pleasant sounds of the birds, but was unable. Sometimes I wished to express my sensations in my own mode, but the uncouth and inarticulate sounds which broke from me frightened me back into silence."
...h him, because we do not truly know how he felt. We know that he felt unloved and that he cannot even face to love himself, whereas we have always received love from our parents and the creature never received this. He was always alone, he never even had a companion of his own species which had ‘the same defects’ .The creature does not want to be alive any more, as he does not love the world he lives in any more, and this is the world we live in.
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