Second block of translation on three. I'm really proud to have been able to keep the rythm so far. I've been able to explore of few things that were lying on my mind since a while. And please, don't be afraid to give me some feedback!

I don't own Megamind.

Wind chimes

A din like a STOMP's performance reigned in Megamind's lair. He and Minion were having fun making music with whatever they could lay their hands on: tools, computers, incomplete inventions, chairs, tables, pipes, bottles and even Brainbots.

It was a happy amalgam of sounds and rhythms that enchanted their only spectator, hidden in the shadows. After a grand final, the two aliens were laughing and trying to catch their breath when they heard someone's applause. A little embarrassed at having been discovered, they turned to look at the mystery guest.

"Congratulations, gentlemen! It was fantastic!"exclaimed Roxanne. Megamind blushed.

Glass

Megamind looked sadly at the broken crockery. Roxanne had broke it after a fit of anger. As he thought about it, broken glass had haunted him all his life, a redundant symbol of his reality: a man whose fragile emotional ties were often damaged.

Whether the window of his capsule or of Warden's car, Minion's or his giant robot's domes, the mirror in his lair or the windows of the tower, the shattered glass had always been present.

Each time, he had to repaire it. Again, he would do it. It had to.

Far away

Megamind looked at the world map spread on the table. He never wanted to travel. Metrocity was his city and his planet. But since he had received the presidential pardon, he suddenly had this opportunity.

He would travel especially for Minion, who wanted to see the oceans, the Mediterranean Sea and Romania. He would also do it for Roxanne, who wanted to learn other realities.

It would be a new adventure and that would make him different from Metro Man. Megamind would not become a prisoner of his heroic status. He would be free to live and travel in those far away countries.

Butterfly

The prison yard was full of men. They had good reasons to be there and everyone knew it. Quietly, they watched a little boy with blue skin chasing a butterfly. Behind him, a fish in a sphere was rolling to follow him.

Prisoners often wondered why he was there. He was just a kid, shy and quiet, bright and creative, but a child nonetheless. The butterfly flew beyond the high fence. The boy looked sadly at the insect. To them, he was one of the few true innocents in this world of criminals.

Wings

In front of Megamind, Roxanne was smiling. This was the first time they flew together and she seemed to love the experience.

Almost all men dream to have wings. As a child, Megamind had that wish, too. But unlike others, he had the capacity to do it through his many inventions. He knew that many companies and governments wanted to get hold of its technologies, but thanks to Metro Man's strenght, small broken parts were never enough for these opportunists to copy his ideas.

Perhaps time had come to market some of his inventions ...

Past

Since his arrival on Earth, the prison had been his home. Hin that place, he was raised and learned the basics of his craft.

He was somehow lucky to be appreciated by other prisoners. He avoided many troubles. When he was a child, some men tried to abuse him, but most had protected him. When he was old enough to defend himself, his methods were so drastictly brilliant, they discouraged anyone to challenge him again.

These few events, added to his constant escapes, were some more reasons to isolate it.

Snow

The skies over Metro City was a beautiful light lavender, even though it was night time. Large white flakes had covered the city with a thick blanket of snow, confining the residents to their homes.

At this silent hour, a teenager and a fish went out of their lair to go play outside. They knew that no one would bother them, as they launched snowballs and made snowmen. They spend the night playing. When the sun rose, thereby erasing their tracks and their games, they went to sleep.

Night

For Megamind, sleeping was a waste of time. He had always done it out of necessity, when his body and his brain could no longer continue.
So many things asked his attention, so many ideas needed to be enacted. And the night was his ally.

But now, sleep became an attractive and useful activity. As a hero, he no longer had to prepare so many plans.

And now that his bed was not as empty as before, it was much better to go spend the night in it!

Color

Blue and peach: two colors forming a complementary and balanced contrast.

Parents saw in them the colors associated with children. Artists called them 919 and 939 according to Prismacolor pencils. The scientists wondered about this couple's genetic characteristics for possible offsprings. Narrow minds found many reasons to rebel against such a racial mix. People against prejudice of all kinds dreamt of a new shade for humanity.

But for Megamind and Roxanne, all they saw in their relationship was a great happiness that colored each of their days.

Path

"Megamind? What are you doing here? "asked Music Man.

"I came to see you to tell you something important," said the new hero, with confidence.

Then, under the gaze of the curious musician, he looked down and hesitated.

"I ... uh ... I know that Roxanne is furious against you for having lied to us, for the problems it caused and for not having intervened in the fight against Titan, but ... "Megamind looked at the great man with sincerity.

"But, thank you. Your choice to find your path allowed me to find mine. "
Music Man was speechless.

Wind chimes: I made a mistake in the translation of this theme. I translated the prompt as "carillon", but I used another meaning of that French word, which is "bell". Too bad. It has less sense, now.

Glass: It's so easy to fall into drama with this one.

Far away: My first idea wass with Shrek. It was hard to go against it! haha

Butterfly: I could have use the transformation symbol, but it was too cliché.

Wings: My first idea was to compare Roxanne to an angel or Minion to a gardian angel.

Past: So many possibilities with this prompt...

Snow: It's my first time talking about the teen years of Megamind.

Night: I thought about falling into a more adult situation. Finally, I thought that doing a new drabble only with mature theme would be better.

Color: Yes, I know most of Prismacolor's pencils numbers by heart... ^_^, And I have a lot of them. I can't lived without my Prismacolor pencils!

Path: I think that Megamind would gain some wisdom after the fight with Titan, the museum, the conversations with other people without having to always be someone else.