The Lion and the Ghost Music Video

At last, here is the long-awaited music video of The Lion and the Ghost Sims story. A huge thank you to all my readers! This is for you:

Stay tuned for my next Sims story, coming later this summer. Dag dag!

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The Phoenix Movie

First the apologies:

1. The choppy quality. *Groans* I know, I know…one day, I hope to have a graphics processor that can handle higher quality graphics and recording.

2. The story is different. Yes, like any movie inspired by a book, the story is somewhat different. It isn’t always easy to fit an entire novel into two hours…um, I mean, minutes.

That said, I hope you enjoy the show!

Chapter 25: Consequences

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Puaura could not stop smiling as she looked back and forth from Ahohako to Ahio – her Ahio. The real Ahio, who had returned to his own body. He and Ahohako seemed overjoyed, laughing and hopping around in the sand like kids. She imagined that the way they felt was somewhat like her when she was finally able to walk again on her own legs. Summon Ahohako (28)

“But what do you think Maui meant when he said there would be consequences?” Puaura asked after the excitement had settled down. They didn’t have to wait long to find out. First, Puaura fell ill. Her skin stung, as though she were being attacked by jellyfish. “What’s wrong with me?” she asked, holding her stomach. Then, Ahio let out a groan and collapsed to the sand. Puaura rushed toward him, but was suddenly twisted into the air by a swirl of wind and water.

“Puaura!” cried Ahohako. But there was nothing he could do to stop it. When Puaura was released from the watery cyclone, she had changed. And so had Ahio.

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“I can’t believe it!” said Ahio, gaping at his and Puaura’s legs, which were now covered in colorful, glittering scales.

“No!” Ahohako stared in horror. “This is all my fault! I didn’t mean for this to happen!”

But Puaura began to laugh. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a mermaid,” she said. “It always looked like more fun than diving with scuba gear.” Before anyone could respond, she ran toward the sea and dived into the waves. Her scale-encrusted legs immediately transformed into a strong purple tail, which thumped against the water, propelling her forward. She twisted and glided through the water as easily as a fish. Soon, Ahio and Ahohako joined her. “This is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” said Puaura. “I was born and raised right here on the sea. This is where I belong.”

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Puaura and Ahio were more deeply in love than ever. And one day, for the second time, Ahio asked her to marry him. “Yes, I’ll marry you again,” she said, slipping on the ring.

“Well technically, you never married me,” said Ahio. “Just my body.”

“Then this time,” said Puaura, “I will marry your body, your mind, and your spirit.”

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And so she did. And after that, the three friends lived together, dividing their time between life on land, raising Tane, and life in the ocean. As Maui had lifted the decades-long ban on visitors, many tourists began to come to the islands, often making a stop at Meherio Inn, where Puaura, Ahio, and Ahohako treated them to world-class service and free magic shows. And every night, Puaura would gather a crowd around the bonfire and tell them the stories her parents had passed on to her, about Tangaroa, the Treasure of Rongo, and the mysterious mer-people of the Matahina Islands.

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“Are any of those stories true?” the guests would often ask, wide-eyed with wonder.

Puaura would smile. “Some would say they are nothing more than fish-tales. But others would say that if mana is strong in you, then you will believe. And when you do, you will feel the truth beating inside of you like the great Treasure of Rongo.” As it still beat within her. As it would always continue to beat.

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Chapter 15: The Final Song

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She left the church and headed at once to find Hazel Thornbush, the old, toothless witch who had taught her craft to Flora so many years ago.

“Such a connection is a very rare thing, indeed,” said Hazel, stroking her whiskered chin and squinting at Flora. “And very powerful. But I am afraid there is no way to sever the link.” Sick Child (1)

“Please, there must be a way!” Flora cried, grabbing the old witch’s apron. “I cannot just let her die!”

Hazel’s eyes clouded with sympathy. “Dear girl. You cannot fix this. It was your life force which gave life to the child. And now, it is your life force that drains the life of the child.” Sick Child (2)

“No!” Flora stared in horror. Could it be true? Could she be the reason why little Isolde now lay on her death bed? She imagined Arlwyn at that very moment, looking down at his daughter, sick with worry and grief, knowing that any moment, she may cease to breathe. And Arlwyn, her beloved Arlwyn, would be forever brokenhearted. Flora could not allow that to happen.

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In a daze, Flora rode all the way to the shore. She stood on the cliffs, overlooking the gathering clouds and the vast, dark sea.

The Sacrifice (13) Then she pulled her violin from her sack, and though her fingers were stiff with cold, she offered to the universe one final song. The sharp, sweet notes rose into the air, and were devoured by sharp, salty wind.

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As the final note died, Flora cradled her violin like a child and placed it tenderly in its case. Then she descended a trail which led down to the sea.

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She was not afraid as she stepped into the icy waters. The gray, choppy waves beckoned her forward, away from the rocky shore, away from the green hills of Tylweth Teg, away from this world of beauty and hideousness, of love and hate, of light and shadows.

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She swam and swam, and was not afraid, even when her arms began to ache and her exhausted body could not take another stroke.

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And as the sea began to claim her, she could feel the link dissolving, returning life to Arlwyn’s daughter, and she gave herself over without fear.

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(And now, as an added treat, please enjoy this music video of A Royal Story)

A Royal Story from Violeta Bastida-Ray on Vimeo.