Freedom

Was it a dream? Maybe.
What is a dream anyway? Hope, fear and fantasy interwoven so closely that it is impossible to tell them apart? Are the raindrops softly ticking against the window a dream too? Tears of a weeping spirit? Should there be a line between fantasy and reality, and if so why? There is no reality. There is no fantasy. There is only here. Now. Life.

Jiol quietly climbed the stairs to her room; leaving behind the trailing sound of her mother who was explaining a friend that she didn't understand her daughter, that Jiol was a dreamer, had her head in the clouds. As the door clicked close behind her Jiol realized she was alone again. It was a cold thought that made her shiver as if somebody had plates of ice in her neck and drops of freezing ice water were seeping down over her spine. Some boys had done that once as a joke she remembered, long ago. It didn't matter. Looking through the rainwet window of her small room she saw the fading light of a setting sun reflected on the snowcovered landscape, and she smiled. Today would be the day. In her mind she could see them already: galloping over the snowy fields and dodging the age-old pines. The ice of her loneliness melted with the gentle warmth of her smile. She could hear their irresistible call.

As darkness fell she sat motionless on the floor, her arms wrapped around her legs, a fragile smile on her lips and the joy of freedom in eyes that kept the window in their relentless stare. She had sat there before without the smile and with eyes colored by doubt and sadness but now there was neither - nor fears or uncertainty - only a smile.

She didn't make any light, she wouldn't need any; for her eyes there was enough light to see by. She felt as if she was sitting on a tapestry of light and in her mind saw a layer of it surround her, clinging close and keeping the darkness away. No she wouldn't need a light, she knew the way. After years of searching she had finally found it by embracing her dreams and when she did had realized she'd always known where to find it. She was a dreamer, but what were dreams? Her mother had been right: she didn't understand. Jiol's smile widened for a second, her eyes for a moment losing their focus as she shyly bowed her head and looked inwards. She had always done that when a happy or funny thought struck her.

When she saw the rising moon through the little window she stood up and looked at her room one last time while turning a full circle. Her smile brightened. No regrets.

She opened the window and climbed through, hardly noticing the streaming rain. She jumped from her attic room and floated down so gently that she made no print in the snow when she softly touched the ground. She knew the path and she would walk it, she had heard their call.

The forest wasn't dark at night, it only seemed dark to those who refused to see the glowing pixies playing around, laughing softly with the whispers of the wind. Jiol walked the path, followed its magical trail through the forest. When she reached the right spot she sat down, picked up the silvery flower somebody had left for her and wove it into her hair. A glowing pixie fluttered around her head before landing on her outstretched hand. It was holding a berry with both hands and nibbled at it without looking up at her. Jiol just smiled and sighed contently. Together they sat there, Jiol and the pixie, neither speaking a word but still sharing a lifetime of understanding, their voiceless words carried by the strength of silence. There was no need to talk, they knew why they were there and waited together.

Finally they came, Jiol could hear from afar the silence of their approach. Not a single leaf rustled as the forest held its breath for their arrival. Jiol could see the first - gracefully avoiding the trees in its run, going this way and that - come ever closer. More joined and the sound of hooves echoed through the forest. The great white unicorns running, galloping towards her, around her, narrowly avoiding her in their natural paths like a turbulent white river flowing around her. Neither Jiol nor the pixie looked up when they came, neither moved when they ran around them, they just smiled. The pixie nibbled on the berry and looked content, Jiol radiated inner joy and peace.

Finally, when the herd had almost passed, Jiol raised, holding her arm out for the pixie to fly away. Then she turned, her mysterious smile widened once again as she cast her eyes down for a moment, then she jumped and ran with the unicorns, and was never seen again.

Comments

MithandirOne of the few stories of mine that I like ... well apart from it being very poorly written of course. There's a few parts in there that I should really rephrase sometime, and overal flow could be better... But I like the story/idea.
lnp4668Nice, but quite sad.
sjonNice story.
It could be reworked for better flow or eloquence but I think it would also lose some of its magic.
The BThat was the best story iv'e read for a long time. I'm all teary-eyed.
StormdancerMmmmm... whimsical, almost surrealistic fantasy. Very nice, Mithandir.
eekee's beautiful... snow at night... :)

The first thing i thought when I read this is "what happens to Jiol, but I guess it would spoil it to make a sequel, it could never be quite like this piece.
BobHow touching.*a single tear rolls down my cheek*
Blue RiverWow :)
I couldn't breath after I finished...beautiful and sad :,)
Ajemiii like it, really awesome!
ShahidIt is very good and enjoyable
bookbookNOT MAGIC
to run with the unicorns,
to fly with the winged horses,
to swim with the mermaids,
my heart aches.
to sing with the sirens,
to hunt with the dragons,
to dance with the satyrs,
my heart aches.
o cruel world,
bereft of magic!
without this joy,
we must make our own.
omgthAT WAS FUKN SHITMATE FUKN HORRIBLE HAHAHAHAHA
lylia123it was very touching. as was your poem, bookbook.
TheNextTaggerungwill someone please remove omg's comment?

Beautiful story.
jazaaahhh
such a good story
i really need a story for an assigment nd i wana borrow this so much or ill fail
but im too decent
so ill refrain
ADThis story has been amazingly written! it really drew me in straight away and honestly that really never happens!
hwdfghaha i wanted a 800 word story thankx.........nd m gonna take dis 1...
wongcould u plz get rid of omg's comment
Loved the story line
wangi agree with wong.
very nice story i cant find fault.
wouldn't change much and it's a beautiful story
you must have a helluva imagination. :)
wingwell i agree wid wang and wong
thatss all i wantna say.
Bambididn't even read it, but judging by the use of punctuation and paragraphs it looks like a decent story...
BriannaHey
This is a lovely story for 800 words... :)
Darrren10Yes that was very poetic and i think you ruse of language was incredible. it really drew me in and was quite poetic. the story was a little lacking for me but wow, you really had me interested the whole time.
though i have a lot of trouble writing 800 word stories as i can never really get the story to conclude so simply. and this is troublesome as in SACs, we have a time limit. any words of wisdom for me? :D
hailstormTheres nothing wrong with the story keep it just the way it is
shyamits a nice stories for bad persons............
KeifThere is only one word that i can think to after reading this.


"What?" Is that word. l:
shymamwow but What?" Is that word. l:
SWAGBTW FOR THOSE COPY AND PASTING, YOU MIGHT NEED TO RE-READ YOUR WORK- HEHEHEHEHEH.
pakipakipaki'saresillynot bad could be better written but nice storyline
nickerswhats it actually about? you use good techniques but the story line is really unclear
Pussyum... i plagiarized this. my bad.
123uluvmeI am gonna rewrite this for my school essay its brill
Mithandirid appreciate it if you could keep your rude comments to yourself.
left-nutcrazy apples are good for the brain
though crazy apples are quite often sane
its a stereotype
that these apples aren't 'ripe'
and one that has caused them great pain

original limerick by Sam Ludbrook

 

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