A Non-Magic Story
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A Non-Magic Story
Author: Andrea Chaves
Illustrator: German Gualdron
With mermaids, with pixies, with white frogs,
with lizards that had wings,
with a rainbow that I could touch,
with a wise magician.
All of these lived in this world.
Where the music came from the wind;
where I was always dancing around that lake,
the one that had a mouth and always talked to me.
I knew where the end of the rainbow was.
I used to talked to the little green guy,
who was the owner of it.
He was always laughing,
from his drunken life of happiness.
If for some reason I asked his name,
the colors of the rainbow started to fall,
like a big drop of paint;
and wherever a drop hit the ground,
a flower blossomed from nowhere.
Every time this happened, I smiled.
I can’t forget the mermaids. When the dusk came, they always started to sing, following the rhythm of the wind.
One of them always brushed my hair with a gold ornamental comb.
Right when the mermaids started to sing, the lizards with the wings arrived to give them the letters that their loved ones sent them.
Sometimes everything in this world started to shake, just like an earthquake.
And right after that, the pixies would all run around.
That always happened whenever the magician lost something, or whenever he became furious because the pixies were acting lazy or distracted by the beautiful mermaids.
So once again, the pixies had not brought the things for the potion that the magician needed.
I used to go to his wooden house and ask him about life, but he never answered me. He was always busy and concentrating on figuring out a potion.
Sometimes, without looking at me, he would start to say “Your world is a catastrophe, and I am trying to find a potion that will bring peace to your world, one that kills the evilness. It is the only way the two worlds can mix.”
I always waited for that day.
With mermaids, with pixies, with white frogs,
with lizards that had wings,
with a rainbow that I could touch,
with a wise magician.
All of these lived in this world.
I used to go inside of it through a door that was in the biggest tree in the forest.
One day I went to look for them. Then, I found everything frozen and all of them were like stones.
No more lizards with wings, no more mermaids, no more lake, no more wind with songs, no more pixies anywhere, no more colors from the rainbow, no more colors anywhere; everything was gray.
“Where is the magician? What did he do with all of them?” I asked myself over and over again. “Maybe he created the wrong potion, or maybe one of the pixies gave him a bad element.”
And then…I remembered that the night before, when I was leaving, I had forgotten to close the door. The air of this world, that carries evil, killed all of them.
THE END
Thank you to all the people, who always listen to my dreams.
Andrea Chaves