Siyure
Legacy Name: Siyure

Siyure smiled softly, staring out over Peka Glade, like she did every night. Clairiere, her minion, fluttered nearby before landing softly on her head.
"Oh Siyure, tell the story again. Please?" The small butterfly beat her wings, getting comfortable. She knew Siyure would never turn down story time.
"I suppose.." her sweet voiced danced through the air like bells. She'd told the story many times before, but she didn't mind. She looked around, waiting. Sure enough, other small, familiar faces soon gathered around her. They were her friends.
The moon hung high in the sky, lighting up the glade and the lake.. and Siyure. Fireflies flitted here and there, also excited to hear the story.

"It was a hot day, in the summer. I was young, and all to happy to get lost as I ran through the forests, along side the rivers, and over hills... and I did just that. I was very far from home when I smelled smoke. Worried, I ignored reason and ran towards the smell. I found myself in our beautiful glade. I'd been here many times before. I loved to nap under the trees and I'd made friends with many of you already.
The flames danced across the grass in this very spot... I suspect a fire minion had been through here. I rushed over and attempted to stamp the fire out but..." Siyure stopped, breathing slowly as a tear trickled down her cheek. "It began to burn me, my fur catching on fire. I didn't think I would survive, but I didn't want the fire to spread. I threw myself onto the flames. My actions put out the fire in the grass, but I was already in too much pain to move, and it had spread to my back.
Luckily, an elven fairy girl had seen the smoke too, and had brought a bucket of water. It was too late though.. My fur and mane were gone, my flesh burned badly, and my lungs filled with smoke. I was dying... I couldn't feel, as all my nerves were damaged. I couldn't smell or taste anything but smoke. I remember thinking.. no, I hoped I would die. At least I would be dying in a place of beauty, and because of something heroic.
Out of nowhere, a small voice entered my head. "You have the heart of an angel. You were willing to sacrifice your life to save this magical place, and now we will save yours." I could suddenly feel wind swirling around me, and the grass tickling my skin. I could smell berries and rain water. When I opened my eyes, the wind was blowing faster, surrounding me in dirt, grass, and petals. I then felt a sudden urge to breathe, and took the biggest breath I could. The petals and grass and dirt entered my lungs... and I was reborn. My fur and mane was replaced with grass. Soil replaced my blood. Flowers began to sprout all across my body...
I gave up my old form, my old life, and my mobility.. but I became a part of the glade that I loved so much. Now, I am a guardian of sorts. I live here, on this hill, and watch over Peka Glade. I am never alone either. The wind sings to me, the rain nourishes me, and you, my friends, bring me laughter. I may never move again, but I'm happy, and I'm part of something beautiful."

Clairiere fluttered down, resting on Siyure's muzzle as the small creatures around her drifted off to sleep. "I love that story, Siyure."
"I do too, my little friend. I do too."