Magic Dream

She closed her eyes and shut her mind off to all thoughts and tragedies the day in the city had caused her. To allow herself to be free to the unlimited imagination of her dreams. Dreams where the bruises covering her arms vanished and the sickness inside of her receded. The moments before dawn woke her, she experienced the dream of purple skies and magenta clouds. 1

The first image that imprinted on her mind were the dark hues of purple—soft like lilac to dark like blue-violet. Baby pink fluffs floated from the corners, darker and darker until magenta faded into pink once more, as a bright blue full moon drifted into the sky. Sparkles of green twinkled, one by one, until a galaxy of stars blended into the scene. 2

The girl took a step forward to further investigate this new world, and found that there was no steady floor beneath her. She walked on giving ground that felt like soft thick fur. The air crackled with an enigmatic pulse that seemed to have no source.3

It didn’t feel like a dream, but reality. A reality with purple skies and magenta clouds. 4

A child-like voice giggled in her ear and she turned to face a small human form. Dark purple skin and twinkling lilac eyes with sparkles, and graceful transparent wings protruded from the back. The faerie had pointed ears and tiny ringlets of navy blue hair to the shoulder. Round bone structures and shadows hinted at innocence and magic. 5

The girl gasped and pulled back. Dream or no dream, she had never read of or looked upon a creature as beautiful as this. 6

The faerie giggled and smiled. Cocking its head to the side, it studied her before it turned and fluttered away. The translucent wings sparkled with glitter, and beat gently to keep the small body in the air. -Follow me.- 7

A whisper of compulsion raced down the girls back and she followed the faerie. Sparkles of magic rained from the wings, leaving a trail on the soft ground that didn’t exist. 8

The faerie went faster, and the girl began to run. Together, they ran through the magenta clouds and past a clutter of faeries that resembled the first. Some of the group giggled and followed along with the human girl, others stayed and watched in joy. The purple faerie twirled acrobatically, the followers mimicked the moves a moment later. It was like a dance. 9

Here, on this plane of existence, the girl didn’t tire from running. No stitch came to her side, her legs didn’t ache. She felt as if she could run for miles without losing her breath. So she kept on running, forgetting everything. She forgot the real world, where bills would be paid and where betrayers laid. Even the faeries following her were quickly forgotten in the joy of the moment. 10

Hate, jealousy, lies, anger, pain, despair; things that didn’t exist here. It was bliss to a girl who had suffered far too much in her young life. 11

A large light pink cloud was nearing. She ran through without thinking, the giggles fading until only the blue-haired leader was left. The faerie flashed a smile at the girl and continued forward. 12

She began to notice changes in the color of the cloud around her—it was still pink, but changing, becoming greener with each step, blending into each other until the green became solid. The green became leaves with glistening dewdrops and rough bark beneath. 13

A thin dirt path not more than two feet wide raced under the girl’s feet now, the faerie now gone, having faded as the pink in the cloud. Few warm sunrays made it past the thick green foliage above, changing the girl’s sprints to a slow walk. 14

The girl began to hear the rush of a stream, along with the gentle pounding of hooves on grass and rock. A strange feeling blended in the air—not the same as the violet haven, not soft, but cold and gentle. 15

With each step she took, the noises became louder. She took a step onto a grass-covered section, and the world around her changed once more. In front of her now was a clear stream splashing through a large circle of bright green grass. Trees surrounded the hauntingly dark area, but just caused a magical sense floating in the air. Almost as if to reach out, strands of magic would be captured in the girl’s hand. The sources of magic came from the two large white fur bodies behind the stream. 16

The creatures looked like horses in their prime. Fur, so white it blinded. One with hair so gold it shined as if it were pure, the other startling silver like a clean knives edge. Sweeping tails and off-colored ocean waves strands, unearthly-beauty incarnate. Foot long spirals leapt from their foreheads in the color of their full mane, ending in sharp points of needles. 17

The golden unicorn turned and met the girl’s eyes, staring with no fear but surprise. It nudged the silver unicorn and they both turned their gazes on the young girl. 18

Hesitantly, they took their first step into the shallow stream, feet splashing gently in the crystal clear water. Within seconds they were inches from the girl, their single horns inches within the others as they studied the human. The male neighed and bobbed its head at his mate and took the steps and turns to offer his back to the girl. 19

The girl stared in awe and mounted the groves of the back. They fit like any other horse, just more power and grace seemed to lace the muscles and contours. She embraced the warm neck to remain seated. The mystical creature began with easy walks and began to speed, until the green and blues and the other unicorn were nothing but blurs in the girl’s peripheral vision. 20

As the unicorn was reaching its greatest speed, everything stopped and she opened her eyes. She was no longer in a magical place that began to become blurry with each passing second, but a girl on Earth who blended into the crowds. A victim of betrayal and drama. 21

She was tempted to lie in bed for the rest of the day and relive that beautiful, magical place--her little fairy tale in her reality. But she summoned all of her courage and strength, and rose.22