Don’t be late. KOMERLI.
(This story was written by Kathryn Mary Murray, 13, about eight hours
before her sudden, unexpected death.)
“Youth Everlasting.”
I heard a tinkle of a bell. I wished to look out of my window. I saw next door a window lit with light; then I heard a bang. Then I watched the most exciting thing you could ever imagine happening to me. Sparks of gay colored light flashed out of the window of next door to mine. It felt like magic; it was like an impulse. It made me run from my bedroom into the room where the flashes of light came from.
As I entered I could see nothing, because the room was too bright, but I heard this, “The ring on your left finger is to come back, just say home, and it will bring you home. The ring on your right finger is to go on, just say go on, and you will.”
Then with a puff of smoke I vanished. A few minutes later I found myself in a place that looked very dull and uninviting, but all of a sudden a strange thing happened. A big golden lion appeared and started singing. Out of his mouth came beautiful sound. Then grass, trees, mountains, streams, flowers and animals sprang up from nowhere, and the land looked like paradise. Then the lion sang something else and little people started appearing. Soon there was an entire village of young people. I plucked up some courage and went to the lion. Then I said, “Here am I. Who are you?”
“I am Komerli, the lion of youth, and you are, my dear, in the land of youth everlasting, where none grows older than twenty. May I ask what you are doing here in my land?”
“Well, Sir, I woke up and looked out of my bedroom window and saw some gay colored lights. As I watched, something made me run out of my room into the room next door. When I entered, I could see nothing, but I heard this, ‘the ring on your right finger is to go on.’”
“Mmmmmm,” said the lion. “Do you want to stay here for a while, or do you want to go home?”
For a while, I thought, and said, “What have I got to lose, I might as well stay here. Is that alright, Sir?”
“Yes, but stop calling me Sir. Call me Komerli. Okay? Come, let’s find a place for you to stay.”
As we walked together, I said, “Komerli, can I bring my family here?”
“Let me think for a while. Ask me that later on. Okay?”
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