Beyond the Mist
The Ending
The red curtain pulled and lifted itself out of the floating basket upon the surface of the ever present water. Like wings of the forever caged bird set free, the heavy cloth soared to the heavens, and attached itself to the stage ceiling. The show was over.
For a moment everything seemed bliss as the closing song drifted over the theatre. Then the moment was broken by the sound of vigorous applause, sprinkled with whistling and cheering.
The Players didn't flinch. They remained completely still, inhaling and embracing that glorious sound they craved for. None of the Players ever left before the standing ovation was over. Their very beings overflowed with pride, acceptance and righteousness as they drank in what the crowd had to offer them. A smile plastered on everyone of them.
Just a bit longer before the audience quieted their praise and began to disperse into the isles, musing and chit-chatting amongst themselves as they exited the theatre.
Behind the curtains The players also began to leave the stage, disappearing into the misty backgrounds and crooks and crannies of the theatre. Or diving into the watery depths of the large, sparkling pool where the basket still remained, satisfied with their fill of appreciation and fame. The once watery opening again closed up to be merely a damp stage floor, and the lights dimmed overhead. But the fog remained.
Soon the only one left on the stage was Philemon. The wonderer, the curious, the adventure seeker, the boy, the apprentice, waiting for Eugen. The guide, the dark, the mysterious, the cynical….The guardian.
For quite some time all that could be heard was the splish- splash of the water underfoot.
I wanted this job, thought Philemon, I will put up with the boss's tardiness if I must.
Soon the stage parted once more revealing a small river flowing calmly. Philemon had to quickly hop out of the way to avoid splashing into the dark ribbon of water. Slowly emerging from the fog, came Eugen, floating peacefully towards Philemon in his transportation device of choice. An over-sized floating umbrella. When the umbrella reached the part of the stage where Philemon was standing, it stopped. Which was quite odd because the water kept flowing. Eugen eyed the boy on stage.
"Well boy, are you ready to start work?" Eugen asked with the slightest hint of slyness in his voice.
"Yes sir," Philemon answered.
With a slight chuckle and a sly grin, Eugen said, "Come then, young one, tonight you will learn all there is to know about this aging place," and with that he motioned for Philemon to come aboard his craft.
Once aboard, the umbrella once again began to float in the direction it was going originally. Soon to be entering a world that was way beyond that of any that might be presented on the stage. Soon they would be in the depths that no one ever knew to be a part of the "O" theatre.
A/N : Hi! Oh my gosh I'm SOOOO excited! This is my first ever fanfiction! Please review!
Love, Cirqueinese