Looking into the vastness of the night sky above, the young herdsman pondered. His thoughts went to and fro and seemingly, they went in circles seeking to find an answer to that in which he did not even ask. His mind went on and on seeking the answer to the unasked question until a bright beam from the heavens struck the Earth.
He ran as quickly as he could in his sandals. The desert sand weighing heavy with each step he took. Eager to find out what the beam was, he picked up his robe and picked up his pace. He arrived at the scene of the incident and looked with eyes of awe. In front of him lay a living being. The being shaped like a human, covered with a glow of a yellowness. The being lay unconscious for a few minutes before raising its hand. In the hand lay gems that shone like stars. Suddenly, shock slithering through his senses, the herdsman fall on his back as this being began to rise from the ground.
A huge and powerful figure. As the being lifted itself from the ground, the sand around it transformed into pebbles of precious stones. On the being itself, the sand crystalized into fine gold leaves and slowly this figure began taking the form of a full human. A bright illuminance radiated of the being that the herdsman could not look directly at it. As the illuminance slowly began to fade away, the being began to display features of a full female human.
She was covered from head to toe with gold leaves. The sand that still trickled off her shoulders became diamonds when they touched the ground. Her eyes strikingly brown with a look that could turn Medusa into stone. The contours that framed her face was those only sculpted by the gods. The full desert moon shone behind her, tracing a silhouette that swerved like the river Nile. Such beauty caused the herdsman to forget to breath. For a moment, Death had to plunge him back to Life.
“I come to find the one that is looking for me,” the female being said. Her voice as creamy as condensed milk. She stood, firm with a pose only rivalled by a standing rose. She looked to her left. She looked to her right. She looked straight ahead. The herdsman began to crawl back and the female being saw him. She raised her hand once more and her nails were the gems that shone like stars. She looked straight the herdsman.
“Come,” she said.
The herdsman frozen in both fear and appreciation of her immaculate beauty did not know what to do. He thought maybe he could run for miles and miles. Run as far away from the female being as he possibly could. He thought maybe he could just run back to his village. The village elders always knew what to do. But then again, he was a lonely herdsman who did not possess the charm of the village merchant or the village protector. He was merely the herdsman of the village and was given that role because the village believed he lack the virility for other important tasks in the village. No woman in the village ever dreamt or needed the companion of a herdsman.
Looking straight into the eyes of Beauty, Beauty delivered to him from the heavens, he reached for her hand.