Doing this from school because it's raining like a mad dog and I wrote this 1st period. Also, I'm behind on LPP. I may or may not finish now. Typos will be abundant.
illusion three, week four; an old faded painting
Cold nights opened up to warm mornings, and with each honey of dew, and each birdie of the Russian mountain tops calling for the rising sun, I could sense the forthcoming presense of the Beast.
"He's almost here," I said to Nyamh, staring out the window all the while. She behind me, laid belly on the rug, fingers in its fringe.
She yawned, and replied, "You'll catch him. You will this time. You have us to help you."
But the little hairs on my neck were standing up, and I knew, that no matter how often I thank them for their offers of help and companionship, that this was my vengence, and it would have to be done alone. Depsite my new found love for a certain caped crusader, it had merely reinstated the need to kill the beast. Morals were lost on me. "You should not face a demon which isn't your own, I said, harsher sounding than I meant. Spinning from the window to face her, I breathed out. "Let's go enjoy the Spring before I have to leave."
Nyamh stared bug-eyed. "You're getting out? Aren't you under house arrest since the kept finding you in the trees?"
I help my finger to my lips, breathing out a whisp of air,a nd smiled. "Let's go see what the other girls are doing."
Spring fared the Pearls of the Palace well, and we found them about our castle, playing a game of Bannister Surfer, no doubt another excersize in flying instigated by Tellulah. When we entered the room, Anika was at the top of the stair rail, balancing like a circus performer, teetering until Tellulah shouted, "Now!" Pushing off the top in a crouch, arms outspread like a bird in flight, she slid down the banister, shouting and sqealing all the while until she hit the knob at the end, and fell sidways into a heap already consisting of Sellah and Oceane. This was met with groans and giggles; on the landing, Tellulah clapped her hands together and exclaimed, "Again!" The girls in the heap groaned, shook their heads--No, no, no!--then dubbled over in a fit.
Tellulah pouted, but then, upon seeing Nyamh and me, fluttered down the stairs and pulled us into a hug. "Come fly with us!" Nyamh shook her head, but I was quick to accept the challenge. Overjoyed, the Tinker Bell pulled me up the stairs, and I hoisted myself onto the ledge. The banister sloped steeply, and it seemed mamothly higher than it did below. All the girls were watchin me now as I wobbily rose to my feet, holding onto the wall corner for support, little nails digging into stone.
"Just believe that you're flying," assured Tellulah, "You'll be fine."
Finding my footing and center of balance, I uncurled my fingers from the support, and pushed my self off. In stockings, it worked, and for a moment I was flying, surfing on a wave of oak. "I am the master! I am a golden god!" I shouted to the girls, waving my arms in the air. "I am on top of the universe!" And the cheered and cheered.
Eleaction did not last long for, just as I was to hit the end, my footing stumbled, and I was not looking, too busy smiling in some sort of narcassictic lalaland in the clouds. One toe got caught on another, and next I knew my heart and lungs sunk to my stomach and I really /was/ flying, sailing through the air. Below me the girls gasp, and I shrieked, waiting for the impact of stone cold ground. And then-/crash/-I ate it, to put terms so simply.
Cherubs floated around my head as hazy as rolling clouds. Cherubs...darkness...haze....a paitied, crumbling celing came into view. This was not the palace--I'd been here before, once, but this was not were I just had been. My head throbed.
A face broke my vision overhead, and the cherubs and the clouds, golden ribbons, turquoise sky, outlined him. He was Old merrry King Cole, just a little bit older then before, with a crown crooked on his head.
"Gerald," his voice echoed. /Gerald-gerald-arald.../. "You can't be here. You're a fuggin' nutcase." He threw back his head, laughing, which too echoed into the faded painting. King Cole began to chant, "/Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, that fat bugger had a nasty fall... And all the king's horses, and all the king's men, couldn't put that crazy girl back together again./ Hey, Geraldine," He leaned close into my ear, thick breath grazing across my neck, "BOO!"
And he cackled, and the scene went black.
Obscurity faded back to the worried eyed heads of fairies, dancers, adventurers, hair pouring over shoulders, all shouting my name. "Geraldine, are you okay?!" asking when they saw my eyes blink back life.
I sat up, rubbed my head, warm sticky liquid soaking my hands. "Yeah, I'm fine. I--I can't...I can't be here right now."
They called to me as I fled, crying for me to wait, go see the nurse, that I was bleeding all over into my hair. As soon as I was out of their sight, I broke into a run, darting through the palace gates; and with bare feet, retreated to my sacred woods.
If you forgot about King Cole,