A Shining Soul

The sun arose as usual, bringing with it the pattering of small shoes followed by the clacking of heels down wooden corridors, to colorful rooms, for another day of learning. What the coming of the day failed to foretell was the approach of a man, an intruder on the grounds, who meant only harm, only destruction of purity. The air was peppered with violence, innocence assaulted by his hate, as howls and screeches flew from mouths, while small souls were herded into hidden places. One room appeared vacant from the outside, all crafts and papers abandoned, but a closet in the back wall contained within it many young souls, and one soul flaming with valor. This bright soul radiated calm in the midst of the rising turmoil, huddling over the frightened souls as a mother bird does her young when the clouds bellow angry roars. Minutes stretched to weeks, which grew to years as they remained clustered in the cramped confines until the threat finally ceased, leaving behind cries of mourning as tiny souls traveled beyond. The closet doors burst open, as the shining soul lead the way into the world now void of peace with souls still at home in small bodies following closely behind. All were greeted with tearful embraces, while gratitude and relief showered down as the courageous soul who protected the little souls delivered them to awaiting arms and praised the heavens for this salvation.