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Charlie
written by ameo
It was pouring down rain, and the only thing that was racing through ten-year-old Charlie's mind was that he desperately wanted to go outside.
"No, dear," his mother had said sternly to him. "It wouldn't do for you to catch a cold."
And that was that; a mother's voice was Law, and Charlie particularly did not want to face his mother's wrath if she caught him going outside in this dreadful weather.
Actually, he thought, this is great weather; because after it rains, a rainbow appears out of nowhere.
His father had told him when he was younger that because so many people despised the rain, that Merlin himself decided to let them look forward to rain.
So Merlin lassoed a Hungarian Horntail dragon--without magic--and rode the magnificent beast up to the heavens. Together, Merlin and his companion painted a beautiful arc of many colors once the rain had lessoned.
And thus, the origins of the rainbow.
After hearing that story from his father, Charlie decided that he wanted to lasso a Hungarian Horntail, too, and paint a beautiful rainbow in the sky just like Merlin had.
When he had voiced his hopes at the dinner table, everyone was feeling indifferent.
"If you're going to lasso a dragon, Charlie," his father had said, beaming. "You'll have to start out smaller, so you can practice. And you'll have to practice your magic so you can paint that rainbow of yours, too."
The younger-Charlie had frowned whilst eating his mashed potatoes and gravy. "Who said I was going to use magic?"
His mother had nearly fainted on that note.
Back to the present, Charlie looked out the window again to see--to his delight--that the rain had lessoned to a soft drizzle mist. He grinned with excitement before standing up, pulling on his boots, hat, and scarf. He grabbed his broom from the hallway closet as he ran for the door.
"Mum! I'm going outside now!" he yelled over his shoulder, and exited the house, not waiting for his mother to answer.
He mounted his broom (secretly pretending it was a massive dragon) and soared high into the air. The feeling of the warm mist on his hands and face encouraged his spirits more.
He flew on his dragon, directing it high up in the sky. When he looked across the countryside, a splash of color appeared in the short distance.
He grinned excitedly and patted his dragon. His dragon flew upwards before flying straight down--like an arc. He directed his dragon to ease back into horizontal position.
When Charlie looked behind him, up at the sky, there was a beautiful rainbow full of wondrous colors. He whooped in triumph and he and his dragon landed back in his backyard.
Still grinning delightfully, Charlie dismounted his broom and ran back into the house.