by C. Sonberg Larson
Four sisters raced to the shoreline.
“SkyGod will choose me as his wife.” Rhianna’s long, red hair flowed behind her.
Enid scoffed. “SkyGod will prefer hair the color of the clouds. I will adorn the throne.”
Leyla smiled. “Fools. SkyGod will desire a raven-haired maiden with striking green eyes.”
Sophia was silent. Her beauty could never equal that of her sisters.
They reached the sand.
Enid called out. “SkyGod, we’ve arrived!”
A bolt of lightning cracked the sky.
“Dance!” A voice commanded.
The sisters danced, but Sophia noticed that the lightning struck a bird and it fell into the sea.
Sophia pointed. “The bird is drowning!”
“We saw,” Enid said.
“Nothing you can do,” Leyla yelled.
“Dance!” Rhianna shouted.
The sisters twirled, their hair and skirts flowed.
Sophia dashed forward and dove into the waves. She swept the animal into her arms and carried it back to shore. “I won’t let you die, little one.” She knelt and placed the bird on the wet fabric of her dress.
The bird swelled and stretched. Within moments, it transformed into a beautiful man.
The sisters froze, faces agape. SkyGod raised his hand and struck them with shafts of brilliant light.
Sophia ran toward them, but they were gone. Nestled in the white sand were three gleaming jewels: one red, one white and one green.
SkyGod stepped forth. “They will adorn the throne, as the ornamental beauties they are.” He took Sophia’s hand. “I have found my wife.”