Fidellius
Walking across Britain with my best friend last summer, we came over the crest of a hill and below us was a little medieval village called Fidellius- a sight so strange because as we looked over the town we saw such wonders. Lights of all colours danced through the air, winding, twisting, dipping, and rising in an intricate yet simple dance. Smells of all kinds from fresh apple pies to cakes of such splendid appearance and taste wafted through the air to form a majestic aroma. The joy was flowing in the air like a great river and flowing so that even the lowliest wretch could forget his woes for a time and join the festivities. As we stumbled into town gazing about in wonder I gently whispered "What manner of festival could be so wonderful?" My answer came following a beautiful laugh.
I spun quickly and what I saw nearly stopped my heart's rapid beat. She seemed like a work of art, flawless impossibly so. With eyes like the deepest emeralds that seemed to glow softly in the light. Her face was heart shaped and framed by gently flowing waves of hair so white it seemed like fresh mountain snow with the exception of one streak of purest and deepest black that seemed to reflect the darkness that had once controlled my own heart. Her porcelain skin was flushed from the heat of the air and as she spoke I was lost in the melody of her voice. I felt a sharp pain in my side and realized it had been Sora who jabbed my ribs to wake from my beauty induced coma just in time to hear that the reason for the festival was the seven hundredth anniversary of the villages founding. I had long ago given up hope of finding love and even after thirty years after my date of birth – September of nineteen ninety two – my hair and eyes seemed to reflect the bleakness of my outlook. My once cold almost lifeless aqua eyes seemed to take on an unearthly glow and my long tied back silver locks seemed to flow more freely. Having just come from a formal dinner in the neighbouring village Sora and I were stilled dressed in formal attire my emerald and silver clothes countered by his gold and crimson.
Just beyond where we stood I spied a dance floor. My mind racing I immediately asked the young woman her name. "Kathleen" she replied in her angelic voice. "Well Kathleen would you care to dance and enlighten me some more about your wonderful village?" When she agreed my heart soared and as we danced through the night I failed to take notice of Sora's chuckle and smirk as I thought all was right in my world in that moment.