Post by alexander on Jun 6, 2011 10:40:55 GMT
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Why did all the rainbows have to end in a fictional pot of gold? Why couldn't they plant something different in the minds of daydreaming children other than the greedy hopes for stolen loot? From an early age he knew the pot of gold was a lie. This was a fantasy dreamed up by someone who wanted the eyes of children to turn skyward so they would be distracted by the harsh anger of reality. Alexander never fell for such tricks and deceit. He knew better than to hope for riches beyond imagination without repercussions from the kidnapping of little men in green suits and four leaf clovers tucked into their hats. No, all of that nonsense was better wasted on others. He was not past day dreaming on occasion, but he saved his dreams for much better discoveries than gold at the end of an illusion.
One such dream was to be able to fly. Not just on a broom, which he was not entirely hopeless at performing. Alexander wanted to lift his arms, soar into the sky, and actually fly like some mythical bird or some caped muggle hero from coloring books. He wanted to feel the clouds tickle his face, the air land cold on his head, and the water drip from his eyes as he raced through the space over the land like an eagle, or even an old crusty owl. He wanted to zoom from place to place without a care in the world, and no hopes of harm coming to his racing form. Yes, Alexander wanted to fly.
He figured if he put his mind to it, he might figure a way to do exactly that. Perhaps there was a potion one could take to obtain the ability to fly? He was horrible at potions, and only managed to burn his cauldron to rusty innards time after time. He had not been allowed to take an form of advanced potions, and even spotted the potions teacher smiling in the hall when Alexander's name was not on the long form of that year's student list. He could not realistically imagine himself conjuring up some sort of magical liquid that could be ingested to achieve his desired goal. That would not be the way to go, unless he recruited someone else who was good at the class to help him. Alexander knew several people who could do potions, but he was never brave enough to come up with a reason to speak to them about his dream. He was afraid he would sound silly.
Still, he wanted to fly. He wanted to soar. He wanted to touch the sky at night, reach for the stars, and disappear into the dark clouds of midnight. Would such a dream be worth opening his mouth to let someone into his life? Would flying be worth all the trouble he would need to go to in order to make an attempt? And if he failed? A fall could spell the end of him all together. Is it worth it? Alexander thought it was. He thought it might be worth almost anything in order to fly, and fulfill a life long dream. He grinned, turned his eyes from the large window, and peered at the stack of books on the table in front of him.
The library was quiet, and he liked it this way. He spent a good deal of time in this very location, his legs stretched out under him and his hands turning page after page of any given novel. This time the subject was potions, and the art of flying. He found several that could assist in turning his body into that of an animal. It was not exactly the same as his day dream, but it was a start. He pushed one book aside, and marked the page in another. The next tome was pulled toward him as his eyes closed in on the paragraph that had caught his attention.
Alexander wanted to fly, and he was going to do whatever it took to make that dream come true.