This post is part of the RA Flash Fan Event and is inspired by the phrase:
I Saw Something Fine…
I think I’ve mentioned how I came to catch Armitage fever in the summer of 2011, but if you haven’t heard this one before, gather round and let me weave my tale…
…there was a girl with a head full of dreams.
She lived East of Wurstia and West of the Great Red Empire, in a land called Middle Europa.
She loved nothing more than to immerse herself in tales of far away lands and dashing young princes and would spend the entire summer months traveling to places and times captured on the pages of old parchments without moving an inch.
Her dear friend Maximilianus knew of this love and in the cold months of 2011 gifted her a set of magic discs that were filled with tales of passion, but the girl was much occupied with learning to fill her head with hocus pocus.
The magic discs lay forgotten and abandoned, gathering dust and being nibbled on by mice until the frost thawed and spring turned to summer.
As the flowers blossomed and bees busied themselves gathering nectar, the girl once again turned her attention to the special present her dashing friend had gifted her.
This time though, without further hesitation, she inserted the discs into the special box that housed a plethora of mini people and places, and was filled with unfamiliar sights and sounds.
The stories from books and parchments came alive before her very eyes!
A brand new world, one alien to our heroin, filled her senses with delight.
No longer was she in her little cottage in the countryside, nor was it summer and the birds chirped no more.
She had been transported to a gloomy world where constant snow resided.
At first glance everything was wrong- happiness had been replaced by misery and grief, where trees blossomed, stood monstrous buildings that released smoke as if dragons resided at their very core.
Worst of all dashing prince was not charming at all!
He was harsh, brutal and violent!
But appearances may be deceiving and it took a while for the girl to understand that each frog needs a tender kiss to release the prince from the evil spell.
Before she knew it, the girl started falling deeper into the rabbit hole.
She kept drawing strength and delight from the images the discs provided, her heartbeat quickened and the air around her felt hot.
A strange sensation brew in her belly, a fever had taken hold.
With each retelling of the story she wished to know more about the prince, to learn who he was, which kingdom he resided in and what chivalrous acts he had committed.
The deeper she fell, the more people she met who were on a similar journey, although each and every one of them started out from a different place.
She began creating her own magic parchments, visible to those from lands near and far away, in which she described the heroic adventures the prince had been on (or would likely embark on), and were filled with representations of the prince’s beauty.
And although the prince was far away, battling dragons and defending fair maidens, the tale of his wonder continued, whispered around camp fires in far off lands and transcribed in books.
Time passed, more magic discs capturing the delights of the prince found their way to the girl from Middle Europa,and her adoration continued to grow.
And she lived happily ever after…
Well, almost because…
How do you pick up a thread of your old life?
How do you go on when, in your heart, you begin to understand there is no going back?
There are some things that time cannot mend.
Some delights that go too deep…
that have taken a hold…
Because I have seen something fine and I can never go back…