The Window

The Proof At Night

Brandon didn't send a message at all. Even though what i told Luna seemed to cheer her up, she was still upset. The next day i got a message from Brandon, he was apologizing so hard. Luna was still a little upset about it but she seemed much less offended. The next day in school was good, as Luna said. She said that Brandon could make it this time. "I feel so stupid. Brandon's mum was so ill that's why he was absent for two days. He's the oldest among his siblings and his dad is..dead", she said sadly. After the ordinary afternoon, bed time approached. 

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Gwen kept seeing extraordinary things, like fairies, magical dust, rainbow bees that produce chocolate, dwarfs that spoke strange language and a magical creature that had a unicorn head with a duck's body, it had the size of a cat. Roger hadn't seen them. He couldn't believe, yet he couldn't not to. All he wanted was a little proof..and that what he got. One night, he was deeply asleep. He started sinking in dreams. He found himself in the chamber, alone. But he couldn't recognize it as he entered it. It wasn't as dusty and old as the one outside his dreams. This one was clean, the books that used to be in the corner that he and Gwen organized, were put on shelves he never saw before in the chamber. After moments he could work out that he was in the chamber. He started looking around him searching for any clue of the presence of Gwen, but he couldn't find any. But something drew his attention more than the clean view of the chamber (that he wasn't used to). It was bright yellowish light swimming from outside into the chamber, through the window. It was so bright he thought he might get blind. He started approaching the window, and the light started fading slowly as he walked closer. He stretched his arm out  to touch the light, though he knew it's untouchable, but he just felt like doing it. At the moment he was touching it-BOOM. He heard a voice like an explosion but then everything went dead silent and he found himself floating in a pitch white space that lacked gravity. He felt as though he just woke up from a coma. Then, and as he was gaining consciousness, he saw a figure approaching-not just one, they were about three-no, about six-no no, ten. He couldn't decide what was the number of the figures walking towards him, all he could realize was that they were seeming to be more and more as they approached, and that they could manage walking professionally while he was still unable to set himself steady. The figures were about three meters away from him-it was easier for him to recognize them, yet he could only recognize one of them. "Gwen!", he exclaimed, then looked at the creatures that were following her, "Gwen, where are we? who are they?", he asked. Gwen smiled, then held his hand. He stood still when she held it . But the smile broke into an angry frown, then she said, "You're so useless, unlike you brother. At your age he was solemn about his life! And if my baby Bill was still alive-oh my dear-he would've been so responsible, too. But you! look at you, dreaming about that little girl and proving what i think of you-useless! Just leave the castle, Roger. Leave!", but it wasn't Gwen who said that. It was the figure of Gwen but thevoice of Gabrielle, his mother. Then, as if nothing had happened, a smile was planted again on Gwen's face, and she said, with hervoice this time, "Fairies, magical dust, rainbow bees, dwarfs and magical creatures". Roger was still fascinated by the fact that he felt gravity when she touched him, so he didn't pay much attention to what she said. "I..I don't think i quite understo-", "Fairies, magical dust, rainbow bees, dwarfs and magical creatures", she interrupted him and repeated, then added before he could reply, "And more. Magic can manage getting you fascinated. And More. Magic is limitless". She started letting go of his hand slowly, and floating backwards with the creatures. All of them were moving backwards so steady as if they were a board being pulled backwards. Then..then he started closing his eyes. Then found himself opening them to find his own in a very familiar place, his bedroom. He felt strange, he couldn't describe what feeling was it, but he liked it. Nothing could change the thought he had. He was convinced that it wasn't a dream, it was a vision, it was a proof.