Text Box: Chapter 1:  The SurestaStep…Balance…Eyes closed…Waiting…Breath slow…, paced…, calm…Slowly, the arc begins.Feel the weight; feel its strength.  Cool steel…The sand parts before the tip.  The sword moves…tracing the line.Hear the rhythm of each grain.  Feel their motion as they slip passed its edge.The arc continues.  A line marks its creation.The desert air is gentle, barely caresses to the flesh.Soft silk whispers against skin.Dark hair kisses neck and cheek.Sweet jasmine is in the air.The sword shimmers; the sword sings.Each glittering grain speaks through it.The arc is traced; the line, drawn.A melody stirs from deep within.Softly, the song of the sand joins with it.Harmony…Balance…Waiting…The grains settle around delicate toes; one heel alone awaits their touch.Poised, the arc is done.  The stance is perfect.A gentle voice lifts the melody, the ancient song, almost unheard, into the desert breeze.It moves through a spirit honed and focused.The warrior, the dancer, the girl stands ready, humming its mysteries to herself.Soon they will come.  Soon they will cross her line.  Soon the song will begin and with it, the dance.*       *       *There were four now.  They encircled her. Next Page ahlandra crescent_moon H. Shane Alford Author ProfileWorld of Narianna Home World of Narianna About World of Narianna Gallery World of Narianna Maps World of Narianna Contact World of Narianna Links title author_name World of Narianna Gallery World of Narianna Home World of Narianna Links World of Narianna Maps World of Narianna About World of Narianna Contact

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