Welcome to the Madness family, we hope that you find your time here enjoyable, deadly, and quite lovely. Today on the day of Magic we hope that you get home safely tonight, we really would love to see you next year. Part Two and Three will be posted in the coming weeks.
Time to play.
Time to start your night.
I am pushed out of my colorful dreams and into my dark room. Everything is quiet except the sounds of the fan filling my space with cold air. I search the soft bed under me. First, I find my glasses and slip them on. Second, I find my phone.
“Muse, really?” I complain pulling away from the blinding light. Midnight, on the dot. And she wants me up?
No, I am the boss. This can wait. I jerk my glasses off, throw my phone and close my eyes.
No sooner that my eyes shut, bright lights appear and suddenly visions pass over my closed lids. Visions of a fire; definitely not my previous dream. Angry, hot flames surround me. The red and yellow bright flames lick up high to the sky where I don’t see anything else. The smell of burning trees sweeps down my throat. After that, I stop trying to catch my breath. Sweat clings to my body; I feel like I’m in a sauna.
Then the vision switches and immediately I feel cooler and wet. I look around and notice that I am encased by a sea. My curls float all around me like a shadow. The light from the sun recedes as I am pushed deeper into the dark blue ocean. My lungs seize together and I don’t take in a breath. I’m sinking. Fear and sadness arrive with loving hugs around my cold body.
Like weights, I start to sink faster.
Panic seizes my breath and I began choking as the cool liquid starts filling my lungs. Just when I think I’m about to pass out, I see a glimmer of pink hair. Bright, big, blue eyes swim in front of my face and her caramel colored hand grabs me. Muse. I hold on tightly to her hand. Like a lifejacket, she wraps herself around me and we begin floating to the top. My eyes slip shut and I try to regain my calm.
Almost there. Her melodic voice whispers in my mind.
Open your eyes. She laughs and it sounds like jolly bells.
I flash open my eyes and collapse at the sight. I notice that I am safe and back in my room. My lungs burn screaming for air. I finally take in several breaths.
We have work to do.
She needs you.
“Fine!” I sit up, fling my sheets off of me, and make my way to my computer. Empathy for this character makes me dismiss my annoyance.
Once there I grab my headphones and get ready to recede from reality. I take a long deep breath of air and hold it into my lungs. A few seconds past before I release the air. I feel myself calming and my heart finds a steady rhythm to beat. On the next inhale and exhale I notice the black top hat materialize on my keyboard.
I fit the top hat onto my head and my eyes slip shut. I prepare myself to go deeper. With a deep breath in I fall into myself.
Inhale. Down the rabbit hole.
My stomach jumps and I feel like I’m plummeting fast.
Exhale. Into the Madhouse.
I land with a thud and take a second for my insides to catch up. I tilt my head up before opening my eyes letting my first gaze be of the canopy of trees and the colorful cloudy sky. Deep in the distance, a wolf howls, greeting the moon as dusk begins to fall. A chorus of loving howls soon fills the expanse of the forest like music to my ears. I’m back! I smile and stare at the purple pink sky with an appreciation for this mad, mad world I have been gifted.
I take a deep breath of fresh dreamy air, unfolding my legs from under me. My feet collides with the leaves that rest on the forest floor and the sound of crunching leaves makes me laugh. I run my hands down the golden arms of my throne I now sit on. The royal blue cushions dip and the chair squeaks as I start to make myself comfortable.
My throne is situated at the beginning of a forest clearing. On either side of me, there are dirt pathways that lead me a little deeper into this mad, mad world and more branch off from those pathways. I have only explored a few.
Before me, the clearing expands and is the heart of this Madness. Doors float a few feet off the ground throughout the expansive greenery. There are about ten doors, some closer to me others far in the distance. All wooden but each with their own individual designs crafted into them.
The closest one to me is a large double door. One the left side paneling sits the carving of the Fates from the Greek Mythology. The right paneling carving is a lightning bolt. Ice clings on the top of the doors.
This is the doorway to The Foretold. A world almost complete. A story of great precedence in my creative Madness from the other doors here.
In between the ten doorways, a stream runs where it continues on through a big wrought iron gate. The gates separate this world from my creative subconscious where lost creative spirits roam.
I sit back and take a deep breath. I’m back! I think again. I am sleepy no more and I can feel the excited waves crashing through me. Who will muse bring back this time? I adjust my hat and settle deeper into the cushions. My nails tap out a song that’s been stuck in my head.
“Let me see you move your bodies.” I sing softly to myself.
The sound of a sword cutting through the wind is the only warning I receive before it whizzes above me and embeds the tree behind. I take my wide eyes off the jeweled sword when footsteps rush towards me. A man, a very tall man, comes barreling through the trees from the pathway to the right. Golden brown armor attaches to him at all sides of his massive body. Long dirty blonde hair frames his tan face.
I watch as he quickly makes his way to me. His blue eyes capture mine for a minute and then he nods in my direction before he reaches over me and tears the sword from the tree. He swings back around, his body poised for attack. I place my feet up under me and my heartbeat kicks up a notch or two. My eyes switch back to the warrior and to the forest where he catapulted from and back again as we both await the pursuer.
The rush of adrenaline makes my lips extend into a smile. I grow to expect their different ways of welcoming me back. Suddenly another male just as tall enters my line of vision through the trees. He wears a similar armor as the warrior next to me. His skin is a deep chocolate and his eyes shine amber. He smiles. A smile that is sure to charm anyone with a pulse and when he winks at me I nearly slip from the chair.
His face becomes impassive when he locks onto the other warrior, now in front of me. The beads on warrior two’s dreadlocks clack together which each calculated step into the clearing. I can see he holds his own sword and ready for war. The blue-eyed warrior steps closer to him and gives me some much-needed breathing room.
There’s a breath of silence before the battle begins. The skill at which they both battle with their swords is amazing. I can’t tear my eyes away. I flinch at the sound of their swords clanging together as my eyes track every single movement. My blood rushes to my tense muscles and I remind myself to breathe. Who will win? What’s going to happen?
They push their swords toward one another vying for dominance. The anticipation kills me. My fingernails clench into the plush throne. I squeeze my lips shut not wanting to interrupt anyone’s concentration, although I feel the need to cheer both of them on. I must admit I am jealous that they get to play with swords and I can only dream about doing this. I can only ima-
My head whips left away from the battle and onto the vessel of trees to my left. A familiar sound has my back straight I try to open my ears to the sounds of the world. I could have sworn. Yes. There it is again. The sound of a drum. It’s almost time!