On Dreamers Wings

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     Prologue

    The small porcelain girl stood in a hidden corner in the back of the darkened theater, watching the scene that was about to unfold. She observed quietly and in a curious manner. Her view was obscured as the lights from the stage only reached the third row; not far enough to permeate the almost tangible blackness surrounding her. However, it was enough to permit her to see the looks of inquisitive wonder upon the faces of the onlookers. As the sleeping girl watched, she saw a shrouded form creep into the light cast by the operating booth in the back of the theater. The form snuck into the booth silently, crossing a beam of light as he did so, causing his shadow to be portrayed across the dark floor near to where she was standing. The muffled sound of a gunshot reverberated across the theater over the cacophony of noise caused by the actors and the patrons. The large, dark form of the man fled from the booth, knocking a lamp to the ground as he did. The lamp quickly caught the curtains covering the booth's doorway on fire.

     As the blaze spread, she tried to call out to warn the people filling the theater of the inferno spreading towards them, but her voice was stolen; she was frozen. She saw brilliant, dancing flames leaping their way towards the trapped patrons. Just before the flames reached her, she heard a voice like wind chimes singing over the roaring of the blaze and the theater's now screaming inhabitants. Before the words of the voice's song could be made distinguishable, she woke in her cold room, startled.