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Written by Blind-Prophet
Red | Somber | Sanctuary | Unquiet Grave | Winged Surprise | ButterflyFairy
Blue | Glacial | Defiance | Departure | Dad's Chair | This Night Is Mine | Summoning
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A soft, rustling noise breaks the silence of dusk's peace. A lone figure approaches the pond.
He is remembering back to when he first saw her. She had sat back a little ways away from
the water, just as he is doing right now. She had been dancing along the shore, her purple
hair waving wildly as she twirled in some strange yet alluring pattern. Her soft blue-grey eyes
enchanted him: one look and he could have been hers forever. The color of the dress she
wore ranged from lavender to pink as it rippled in the cool autumn breeze. The images burn
themselves into his memory, and he would never let them go. He rises to his knees and
draws three small yet strange symbols on the bank. After rising to his feet, he returns to the
shadows of the trees. Halfway there, he turns and hums a haunting tune. He blows a kiss and
whispers three words, then disappears behind the tree line.
As twilight approaches and the mists rise, Sara wakes with a yawn to begin her night of
revelry. She brushes her purple hair and puts on her prettiest, softest dress. It is her time, the
time to dance, if only for the beauty of the twilight. Before leaving, she barely remembers to
gloss her wings so that they too will sparkle as she twirls. Her reflection in the water thrills her
beyond measure. She knows she must be the most gorgeous sprite within leagues.
Following her perusal of her reflection, she notices that the mists are at their optimum height
for her purposes. She launches into her dance with the grace and agility matched by none
but the energetic swallows that appear every spring. The feel of the breeze coursing through
her hair and wings is so exhilarating that she speeds up the tempo of her mystical dance
until she is barely visible aside from the sparkling of her beautiful dress and the flickering of
her wings. The dress she picked out molds over her curves so that it flows along her body
like liquid as she moves to the music unheard by any except for her. The shine of the light off
her wings sparkles in the water making the moment even more magical than it already is.
Suddenly, she stops completely, noticing three small symbols on the ground. Wondering
what they could be for, she steps closer to carefully examine them and their possible
purpose, but they begin to shine and flicker like the stars at night. From the center of the odd
symbols rises a pretty purple butterfly which begins to mirror her dance. Not to be outdone,
she rises to meet it in the air. They spin through the mists with barely controlled vigor. Sara
smiles as they begin to synchronize their movements so that they are dance partners rather
than opponents. Their dance continues with them floating through the mists, twirling to
exactly the same rhythm. With the butterfly there, Sara has more fun than she thought she
would have. Now she has a dance partner. They drift along the edges of the pond until the
early hours of the morning. The dance concludes with both diving and landing with
impossible gentleness. Sara thanks the butterfly and turns to leave, but hesitates and looks
back at the butterfly. It flashes once and relays the three words that her admirer had left her:
"Sweet Dreams, Sara."
Sara smiled knowingly and returned to her home. After the dreamlike dance in the mists with
the butterfly, how could her dreams be anything but sweet?
