Short Stories

Dance

Right when the Sun touched the horizon, the white magician Lady Luna entered the ballroom. Her white dress was made out of silk and moved like water around her legs as she walked through the hall. She stopped at the bottom of the staircase and bend before the king. Her long white hair followed every single movement without seeming to have any weight. Her skin was almost as pale as her hair and dress, but with a touch of rose in it. Her eyes, however, were a true dusky pink. They had the same shimmer like her cheeks, but so intense, that it seemed the eyes tried to mock the cheeks about their colour. And the same breeze of mockery could be seen in the right corner of her mouth. Lady Luna was the white magician, but she was by far not perfect.

Avis, the magician that faithfully served the king, offered Lady Luna his hand for a dance. She placed her hand in his and he guided her into the middle of the room. As they arrived she walked a wide circle around him before she laid her arm around his shoulder and they started to dance the dance of the magicians. A beautiful slow piano melody started and a woman with a voice clear, high and maudlin like the one of an angel started to sing. With slow and steady steps they hit the triple time music perfectly. Both light-footed as they were, seemed as if they were levitating over the marble floor.

Avis skin was almost as white as Lady Lunas. His Bunny ears and shoulder length hair bounced and his overcoat flew as they turned. Her dress flattered and cajoled around her legs and her hair was a forelock of white energy and curls. But neither one of them was smiling.

Everybody in the hall was staring at the magicians fulfilling their luscious fate. Slowly bit by bit they actually began to levitate. In the beginning, just a bit but then more and more. With every turn they made and every step they took they were levitating higher and higher. Tiny white sparks were glimmering in the air where their feet touched it leaving a glittery path of snowflake-like gleam. The people on the galleries and on the ground were still watching them as they danced around the crystal chandeliers. As the melody got so mournful that one could think their heart would break due to it, they returned to the humans on the ground. Within a few turns in which they whirled around intensely, they reached the ground. In this last seconds of the dance, the white dress resembled a whirlwind and a strong breeze swept through the hall. Before Avis and Luna diverged, he held on to her hand and gave her a one of a kind glance that could not really be interpreted and was not noticed by anyone except the king and an expected but not yet remarked guest in the crowd.