(A long time ago)
When the sun slowly peeped over the rainbow island, birds shook the morning dew off their feathers and gave a cheerful song that would lift even the most sorrowful spirits. A light mist wrapped around the lone mountain where Lailah resided, reaching to touch every bit of life thriving there. The slight chill in the air was enough to give a gentle shiver but not enough for the need for a fire. A breeze tickled the trees, making their leaves shake and sway with laughter. Golden sunlight slowly seeped in the past the thick canopy of branches with hopes of being able to reach the damp mountain earth. The heaven-touching apex of the mountain was drenched in brilliant light.
