The City of Winged Lions
In The Theif Lord Venice is portrayed as its own character with its own personality. I, myself am in love with Venice so created this to reveal its magic and beauty.
I don't own anything that may seem familiar including Bo and Prosper.
Enjoy!
From Hamburg to Venice. Traveling on rattling trains, hiding in shadows, struggling for warmth. Fighting against hunger and exhaustion. Alone. Alone they faced the world with no one but each other. But, finally they had made it. They ran into the city's open arms.
The water in the canals sparkled from the dancing moon, casting a silver glow upon the sleeping city. The spires and domes caught the fluttering moonlight, spreading excitement outside. The sound of the gentle waves lapping against its walls filled the night air, greeting these new travelers.
Bo and Prosper stood, staring awestruck, feeling the fresh, crispness on their skin, viewing all the magic and wonder. "It's just like she said it was." Prosper whispered, afraid to break the magical spell cast on the city. He trailed his fingers against the brick walls, thinking of how the stones here seemed so much different from anything he had know before. He glanced at Bo whose head was slightly tipped back and tried to find what Bo seemed so focused on. All of a sudden he spotted four horses, massive horses, golden horses.
They seemed so alive at night. Awoken with the magic the night held. They stood frozen, stomping and neighing, yet seemed ready to leap at any moment. Bo continued to wonder why they hadn't jumped down yet.
"Come on Bo, we need to keep moving!" Yet Prosper also stood in a trance from the enchanted city.
The light continued to dance around, revealing more and more of the city's secrets: winged lions that stood noble and proud conducting the magic, cathedrals that shimmered in silver, and angels and dragons that perched upon the tops of the buildings, guarding the slumbering city. Everything was whispering secrets and stories into Prosper and Bo's ears; stories of the water nymphs that came ashore, gondolas that swam the canals, and mystical beings that walked the city. They stood atop a bridge, looking as the lights skittering across the water.
And then the city opened and showed one of its greatest mysteries, its maze of never ending alleys, roads, and narrow pathways, leading to deserted houses and boarded up buildings, twisting and curving into hidden shadows. All a giant field for hide and seek.
Prosper tore his eyes away and gently pulled Bo towards the maze of paths.
"Arrivederci" Bo whispered to the golden horses.
They walked through the city, their brisk footsteps breaking the magical spell.