Fear. A simple word, with a simple meaning. But for me, it was always different. Fear wasn't something that just went away. It always came back.

I'm not talking about things like seeing a spider on a tree, or not wanting to talk to your crush. Those are just things you're scared to do. Fear is different.

I've faced fear. When everything was dark, and I had no idea where I was or even who I was. I felt the darkness surround me and the fear of not knowing came over me. But then it quickly vanished when I saw a bright light in the sky. It lifted me off the ground, and it spoke to me. I looked up at this brilliant white thing in the sky, and realized that it was the moon.

"Your name is Sara. You are the spirit of autumn."

I remember listening to this beautiful thing in the sky. And for a second, I felt that the fear was gone. But then it quickly returned when it lowered me back down to the ground. I was suddenly alone. And I was lost. I felt the sting of tears as the fear came over me again. But I pulled myself together, crying wouldn't change anything.

I was near a lake with trees all around it. I felt the crunch of leaves as my bare feet walked across them. Desperately looking, scowering the ground, for something. I remember feeling silly. I should be looking for shoes, for people, but I suddenly felt this feeling to search overcome me. I was stupidly looking for something around the lake. I wasn't even sure if I knew what, but I needed to find it. Then I saw it.

A weird stick that was curved at the end. It looked like some sort of staff. It was leaning against a tree, like it was waiting for me to pick it up. I did. Once I picked it up, a strange charge ran through me. The staff was taller than I was by a few good inches, it is then I realized how short I was. But I didn't mind that much. I caressed my fingers over the designs etched into the wood. They were beautifully done and I almost felt bad for taking it. I leaned all my weight on it. I was surprised when it didn't buckle under my weight.

It was then I remember banging the staff down against the ground. It was then the leaves of the trees near me fell. I had no reason to believe that I had caused that, it could have been any breeze that passed by. But for some reason, I knew it wasn't. I spent the rest of the night climbing the trees, which I was pretty good at, and making the leaves fall down. I created swirls of wind that spun the leaves in a beautiful mix of red, orange, and yellow.

But as it grew light out, I decided to explore. I climbed the tallest tree, and looked around for a while. At first I saw nothing, until the flicker of lights caught my attention. A town! It couldn't have been to far. My excitement made me shift my weight on the branch, which then decided to break under my weight. I clutched the staff in my hand as I fell. I expected to feel the ground and was surprised when I didn't.

It was then that I realized I could fly. I loved my new found ability, and remember flying clumsily around the lake. I also saw my reflection for the first time in the water. I saw a sixteen year old girl, with long dark brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes with the slightest bit of gold in them. I didn't take long to admire myself. And the tears that had threatened to fall were gone, and instead replaced with a smile.

I then began to fly toward the town. After about a minute of mediocre flying, I reached it. A little girl came out of a house and began to run toward me.

"Hi," I started, "Can you please-"

She didn't even slow down and I braced myself for the impact, but it didn't come. Instead I felt a strange feeling go through my stomach. I clutched my staff as buckled over. But then another child ran by and did the same thing, and my knees gave out.

It took me a while to understand. I watched all the men, women, and children walking through me. As if I didn't exist. I felt the tears wanting to spill over as I realized I was really alone. I quickly stood and looked up.

"Why am I here!" I yelled up at the sky where I could barely see the hazy morning moon against the bright sun. "Please! Answer me!" I screamed as I began sobbing. I didn't try to stop the tears this time. I received no answer.

That's when the fear really came. The fear of not knowing who I am, or why I am here.

But that was about 300 years ago. I still get no reply from the moon, and that same fear still plagues me every day.

But for now, my name is Sara and I'm the spirit of autumn.

Hi! This is really short and I apologize for that. I'm new to writing so if you could please comment and tell me what you think I would really appreciate it!