A thick, warm streak of wax drooled down the side of the candle as if it was sweating. Above it, a flame of glowing blue wicked and crisped on the candle’s end, slurring the wax-stick as it danced. Suddenly, it grew and rose- from little whick to great flame- then flapped, and jumped, and...Flew away with a mighty call.
It was a hathsome night that dusk; a speckled sky of shining polka-dots, with softer shades upon the glades, and moonlight spotlighting the grenvy forest floor. But through the moonlit swaying trees, a young one laid across the grass, and wished to see another land. The young one’s heart was set upon wonders that could only bay and stay in the chamber of one’s imagination- far away from the grasp of feel; but the young one was determined. For from lenly-past, the young one remembered the tales of an ancient king who grasped the feathers of an ancient spirit. And with its help he began to shape and create a new land of unknown powers yet to grow- All hidden inside a mirror’s roam. A place of enchantment, muse, and magic, with witholing ways that could only be found through a mindful daze. A place where stars could march the sky, a place where butter could really fly, with gold and jewels to line the land- as long as the king made it his will.
The young one drifted into thought until suddenly, the young one’s wondering eye was caught. Never had the young one seen such a brilliant star in the sky, like a fire among floating flames, dancing in the moonless night. Though unlike other stars sky bound, of slithing and shimmering bright night lights, this one seemed to grow forward the more the young one watched its flight. It carried out its willowed way until its figure took its shape over its horizoned soar, while to the young one it flew toward. Young one’s eyes open ‘gape as it watched the light’s descent like the sun steeping down the beflamed sky, dragging behind waves of a cool dusk.
Oh, what a sight it must have been to see a wonder so brilliant and rare- A Phoenix, upon the midst of a child who was barely still six in the middle of a grass field fair. Its silk like feathers cut through the wind as glowing ribbons of magic swirled by each time its talons touched to the sod, leaving a whichering path as it walked toward. All the while, the young one trembled to the ground, with knees too weak to carry a feather- and dared not utter the quimsest sound. Wrapped in brillious, luminate light, the spirit’s feathers glew bright- so bright, in fact- the young one could still see the illumination through eyes that glued shut from fear. Then to the surprise of the quivering child, the young one felt a beak press gently against their forehead- which broke the tension completely in half. It soothed the fear much to the fact that the young one dared eyes open which met to a gentle pair that stared right back. Between a few blinks the young one shared the phoenix’s gaze; with glowing orbs that met their own, like facing a mirror- but reflecting a splendorous legend with plumes of feathers that lit with glow.
“Could it be true,” the young one thought, with eyes still clouded from lingering fraught, “That it is here; A phoenix sits in front of me? But of what zest? For what request? Such a bearer of magic, how could it necessitate to a weak young thing who is not even eight?”
With better look, yet wordless sound, the young one began to notice the full stature of this spirit wonder. It was wrapped in brillious, illuminate light like a diamonds inner glow- but somethings that were missing from this phoenix began to show. It had tail feathers as long as a tailcoat, yet some were plucked right off. Its wings had scoffs, feathers worn and other ones were roughly clipped- And for the moment, the young one supposed that through its flight it must have slipped. The young one was still quite very sure phoenixes had a great plumage of feathers on their heads, yet not a single one peeked across this one’s brims; as if every one had wilted off dead.
Then the young one’s attention rested back to the phoenix’s face as it slightly raised its head, and with open beak, began to speak in a tone as soft as its gliding walk.
“Dear one, I come to you, for as of now I need your aid.”
“But how am I, of power nigh, to be a use to you?”
“Patience dear, but lend an ear,” The phoenix replied spreading radiant wings wide, “There is a place that needs our grace, and you are the chosen one. Follow me, the time is right; heed my voice and trail my flight-for I shall take you to a second land.”
And with these words the phoenix gleamed and took to the air with a great wingbeat. The phoenix rose into the ink-black night highlighted by the radiation of the whickering stars. Its wings stretched out to touch the stars as if to catch a comet that thrusted by. Then with one more flap and another dash, dove into the crowded wood in a quick flash. Though to the young one’s great surprise and awe and wonder, it did not hit a single tree where its wings should have caused its blunder. Instead the phoenix slipped inside with impossible precision unseen; leaving behind it a radiant trail of stardust which shimmered like a tambourine. The young one took not a moment of delay on that moonless night; the plumes of grass and earth itself could not describe to another this bewildering sight. The trees of high branches peeked from their looms as the child followed through the forest, guided by the afterglow which seemed like warmth throughout the snow like cold. And true it was, a path of safe which zigzagged through the darkened wood- across small streams and over roots of trees under the dark and jeweled sky. All the while the branches sang their windy lullaby. The more cross this path the young one journeyed, the farther away seemed the knowledge home- it was not quite long until the young one was traveling through a place in the wood which was quite unknown. Though peculiar as it was, the young one did not feel alone; for the phoenix explained through the way to where they would go:
“It is a place shaped to create, a land of ways that could only be found through a mindful daze. A land where stars could march the sky, a place where butter could really fly, a place for enchantment, muse, and magic…”
But this was all to familiar to the young one’s ears.
“Are you to say,” The young one began, eyes open wide in thrilled excitement,”We are truly to the great king’s land? From fairytale and stories great?”
“The land I was forced to create.”
This short reply hit the young one as a sword hits a monstrous beast, when suddenly, the young one reached a clearing where the glowing had slowly faded and then ceased. Though in the clearing, which was deeply forest nested, the young one saw the phoenix nested upon an object reflecting the spirit’s light, of which its glint gleamed through the ivy and through the object’s spots of blight.
“What did you mean when you said you were forced to create? By who? The king? And by what fate? Was it not that he was your friend? Was it not that you granted him that land?”
“Dear young one, that is not the truth, but quite the opposite I’m afraid. It was not of favor he was granted that land… The king’s a very wicked man! He hunted me down and had me trapped and tortured me; my freedom at his ridding. All of this and my life at stake unless I agreed to do his bidding. It was easy to see by his heart of stone and his greedy, selfish eyes alone that the king was a man of his word, and I had no choice but to slave to what he preferred. He commanded for a land that conceded all power, where his mind could control- so his abilities could flower. And so it was made, a blank-slate dimension- like an unpainted canvas that would by his intention. The gateway to the land (which would be separate from our own) was placed for his access to his royal mirror’s roam. But his use for this land was far from expected; it was not to gain wealth, but instead a place where war could be tested: to simulate a war to practice strategy of battle- though I say to you this is not any prattle. When he dragged me into the land-chained and concealed in a cage, which some patience, I got an eyeful of his gigantic battle stage. This war zone was combined with a favorite game of his; which he excused with saying that it was to enhance the necessity of cunningness. The war zone was built like a giant game of chess- bishops, knights, pawns were the armadas the king and his created war opponent possessed. But all the king created were all life-sized, sentient, and willed to life; forced to suffer eternal pain on an everlasting checkered-battlefield for nothing more than the king’s gain. Though one day, by the pawn of the opponent king who was serving as a spy, I was found and freed and quickly took back into the sky. And in gratitude, I promised to them that one day (But the day unknown), that the evil and cruel corrupted king would be overthrown; his magic powers of creation would meet their match on day- to end their eternal war called The Great Chess Game’.”
The phoenix brushed the glossy surface of the mirror that it rested upon, scraping off the blibering mildew, while the young one one thought in great self contempt that a phoenix needed their help for an eternal war’s prevent.
“Though you maybe young, dear child, there is a reason for that so. I have chosen you for reasons that you may never know. But the imagination you possess is what cannot be matched by an old king such as he. Your creative mind and sympathy can overtake his strategy. So follow now, your adventure starts, and I will show you the way. Follow through this mirror and save the land, for you, young one… Shall become their queen."
Though, it was not an easy task for the young one to do, the young one learned to change the land by mind- with the given powers like the king’s. And with the help of the phoenix, the young one was able to overthrow the evil ruler. He was banished and sealed away by a forcefield in the last few days of The Great Chess Game, and “Checkmate,” Said the phoenix.
Then the checkerboard melted to grass by the new ruler’s will, and all the pawns and pieces against the king were remixed; they were changed and rearranged into new amazing creatures of different fleets. Soon the land began to reshape, but through vivid imagination, and not by uncaring way as the chess king did lean…
But of course, I would know; for I am the Queen.