International Tutors' Magazine April 2019 | Page 25

APRIL 2019
delicate flowers and honey and softness and specks of orange and red and yellow. They left
her in a giddy mess of youthful giggles and playful chortles. The tender day transformed in
a mellow night of indigo and stars, all waiting for her eyes only to prance into motion. The
journey of planets, the formation of galaxies, the clashes of stars, the canvas they weaved
above her, dazed her and stunned her into silence. They beckoned her each night, told her
she was the only one worthy to view them in their flow, in this waltz. They told her where
to find them. She was to reach the bright star in the sky in the morning, she was to fly to
them and then she would be in paradise.
And she listened.
He had ventured to a nearby city to fetch the best healer, determined to bring her out of
her stupor, out of her delusions, out of her dreams to reality, to him. This was her chance
to flee, to escape this dull world. She scanned the painting above the dressing table, there
she was smiling, holding her youngest whilst the other two children stood comfortable in
front of her and her lover with his proud arms around his content, little family. The next
was of her and him on a boat on a lake, lazing idly, soaking in the sun.
The sun.
Idyllium.
Idyllium.
The sun.
It cried to her to run, to come to it, to fly towards paradise and she did. Her hurried steps
brought her through meadows and forests beyond the manor. Her dress was dirtied and
her feet sore yet Idyllium guided her, protected her. She arrived at a high cliff and glanced
around at the ground far below the edge, a few loose pebbles rolling forward and dropping
into the abyss. She gazed at Idyllium up in the sky, in dreams it had called to her, inviting
her, longing for her presence amongst it’s beautiful plains which these lands before her
now could not compare.
She leaped into the sky and for a moment, she flew. v
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