To the Blind Diamond

Let me tell you a little story. There was a girl like an elephant. You know how they say elephants will always remember? Persons and events, places. They also mourn for longer periods of time over the death of a family member or friend. Well, that girl never picked up friends easily, but whom she picked usually were very precious people. Like diamonds. Then that girl fell in love. He was a wonderful person, with his own struggles and ways of finding out who he was. While growing into adults, they found out they shouldn't bind for life. After those many years of having been buddies, this was okay. That bond of deep friendship, though, never vanished. When they meet, which happens every few years, it's still right there in their eyes. Like two befriended elephants, greeting each other and their past.
Years passed and life happened and friends came and were chased away, not admitted to greater friendship for lack of carat. In the quicksand of time and rituals, which was loud and full of admonitions, she soon saw another valid friendship turning heavy and biased, and so she developed into a lion, defending with claws what she would like to have defended by stoicism and powerful poise: herself. In search for lightness and her life, she went on a quest and to a different land, and she slept the first night to wake up being a new creature, half elephant, half lion. She was full of energy, her muscles testing their power; her head with the brain of an elephant carrying all the memories of persons and events. Friends and incidents. She was able to run again, but she was mourning. She was roaring but not letting anybody into her heart, admitting no friendship. Except for one invisible diamond, which could also not see. She took a clone of it with her when she left, like a mirror into which she looked frequently to see whether she was an elephant again. But it never happened: she was more of a fighting lion than ever. Or an elephant lion, balancing with might on top of a Pandora's box which held the blind diamond's clone, which when it sprang open once in a while would rob her of energy. So it went for many years, until a Sphinx gave her the key to the riddle. No more balancing on boxes. No more Pandora's box at all. It was then that the elephant lion turned back into an elephant and finally could stand on her four solid feet again, she finally walked and breathed with ease. She looks like an elephant again, for those who look no further, and those who have eyes also see the lion, too.