Oh how she hated that color. Bright and unforgiving, bold and daring, it danced the night away, giggling and reaching up, licking at everything within reach, determined to reach new heights.
Oh how Izabella hated that color. As the color raced and pumped within them, her children. As it gave those emotions and life and thought, it tore her and her lovely Abarat apart at the seams.
Oh how she hated that color. Red, red, red, red, red as fire and blood that tore her and her lovely Abarat apart at the stitches.
Oh how Izabella hated that color. The reason why she forbid her water children to go near it, she didn't want the daring, the bold, the insolent, to grab a hold of them. It had already gotten a hold of the island dwellers.
Oh how she hated that color. How they demanded for blood and how the fire licked at the islands, consuming and burning the greenery she adored of her lovely Abarat.
Oh how Izabella hated that color. Bright and unforgiving, bold and daring, it danced the night away, giggling and reaching up, licking at everything within reach, determined to reach new heights.
It tore her and her lovely Abarat apart at the heart.