It was an autumn night, the Glen always looked best in the autumn. There, oak and maple trees swayed their branches in the partly chilly air. The scent of pumpkin spice cakes and pumpkin pies made from mothers and maids permeated the entire atmosphere. Though the Glen was a beautiful place to live, there was a place that cannot be compared to the Glen. Rainbow Valley, it was called. In the past, many children had played in it. Sadness, laughter and happiness filled the air once. But now, where could one find all these special elements in life? Especially with the dreadful war waging throughout the entire world. Rainbow Valley, where once Jem, Ken and Jerry caught the biggest fish in the pond. Faith and Nan, laughing and talking about the latest news. Walter, reading his newly made poems while Una and Shirley listen to him. Di, reading a book to baby Rilla. Carl, progressing on his bug collection. And even Mary Vance, trying to join conversation, and babbling her big mouth.

Rainbow Valley, where memories were stored and secrets kept. Alas, it was wartime. The Blythe and the Meredith boys were going to war. Hardly anyone had time for Rainbow Valley, except for two people. One person who came to Rainbow Valley every single day was Una Meredith, shy and sweet pale Una. Deep, sea blue, wistful eyes she had, with two thick chestnut brown braids running down her back. She wasn't the prettiest soul alive, like her older sister Faith, but little did she know that she had this indefinable beauty, which only special people could detect. There she sat, under the weeping willow writing in her diary where she kept her deepest secrets and prayer requests.

Una stopped in thought, thinking, thinking, and thinking. In conclusion, there was only one person she was thinking about. It was Walter Cuthbert Blythe. The son of Gilbert and Anne Blythe. He was a natural poet. His raven black hair and dreamy gray eyes were a wonder to look at! Una loved him with all of her heart and was sure that he didn't love her the same way. He loved her own sister, Faith who was engaged to his brother, Jem.

Walter Blythe also loved Rainbow Valley and everything in it. It was his only inspiration, to help him fight for his country. Though he hated wars and didn't want to fight, he knew it was his duty. Coincidentally, Walter wanted some inspiration, so he headed down to Rainbow Valley. He smiled as he saw a girl bent over a book, writing and deeply meditating on the beautiful nature surrounding her. Walter Blythe quietly sat next to her, under the weeping willow. Little did Una know that the man of her dreams was sitting next to her. Walter was leaving in three days! Una was frankly disappointed. She wanted to get to know Walter more, even though they weren't the closest friends. /span/p

"Good evening Una," Walter began. "Isn't it a beautiful evening in Rainbow Valley?"

Una jumped up, she did not know that Walter was sitting next to her. "I guess it is," she answered silently.

"I wish the whole world looked like Rainbow Valley," Walter said deeply. "But unfortunately it isn't. It's exactly the opposite."

Una knew that Walter was expecting her to say something. "Can't you try to make a difference?" she asked shyly./span/p

Walter looked up, "What do you mean?"

Una took a deep breath, "Well, you can make a difference in someone else's life and that difference can spread to others. As others follow in your footsteps, the world has a possibility to be a better place.

"DIFFERENCE!," Walter laughed bitterly. "How can one person make a difference in a world of seven billion people! The chances of me making the world a better place is .5%! It pains me to stab a bayonet into a man. A man that might be a husband, a father, a brother, and a son. You see Una, the world is already a terrible place, and everything is not going to be the same again after the war."

Una wholly understood what Walter was trying to say. He seemed so hurt, so bitter, so sad. All she could do was to sit on the brave seat and hold Walter's hand./span/p

"I know what you're talking about Walter. Everyone will suffer, even the people who aren't going to fight. But that's reality, we have to face the facts. Life is like a puzzle, and everyone will have to contribute a piece in order for it to be complete."

Walter looked at Una with amazement. He always knew that Una was very talented at giving good advice, but he didn't know she was that great.

""Gee Una," he said. "I really do wish we were good friends before. Shirley was a lucky man, to have a loving and nice girl to talk with. I'll never forgive myself for ignoring you."

Una had tears in her eyes, "Don't beat yourself down Walter. It won't help."

The two sat quietly for a moment, each thinking, when finally Una broke the silence.
"It's getting late, Rosemary will be worried and Bruce is expecting a bedtime story. I'll have to go home."
Walter sighed, "Well then, nice meeting you. Good night Una."

"Good night. . . Walter," answered Una.

Later on in the night, each were laying on their beds. Una, thinking of dark haired gray eyed boy laying on his bedside in the sweet home of Ingleside. And Walter, thinking of the lovely pale girl with wistful blue eyes.

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