Amnesty Prompt: The Colours of Promise
Rainbows of Promise - use at least two colours in your story today
A/N: I thought the last chapter would finish the story, but trustingHim17 pointed out if I did one amnesty I could get the 28 day award! So here it is, hastily written out:
"Count the colours of the rainbow." The whisper came dancing on the wind, whispering through the breeze, and it woke us. "Count the colours of the rainbow. The promise has been fulfilled."
The breeze died away.
I stretched out my branches, shaking them, and feeling the snow fall off the wood. It hit the ground with a wet thump, and I opened my eyes.
White. The world was still white. There were glimpses of brown, the trunks of my sister trees, and the grey of stone.
Where was the rainbow? Where were the colours?
My branches, eased of snow, lifted towards the sky, and I felt hope stir again as the branches around me did the same. We all reached up. I turned my face up as well.
There. There, the first colour! The glorious yellow of sunshine. Warm, warm sunshine, turning the snow to water.
The winter was ending.
The colours would be coming. They were on their way. And we had found the first.
We waited, a full hour more, before we left our trees. We waited till the snow had turned to water, and we found the second colour as our roots turned the soil. Browns, dirt dark almost to black, and then, there, the second colour of the rainbow, the orange dirt the Dwarves combined with fire to make things.
Something that we never saw in winter; now we saw it and we laughed.
Yellow and orange, the colours of fire. The beginning of spring. We held hands as we walked, laughing as our roots sank deep in the mud, as the ground thawed and the water ran, as the snow became the water to bring life.
And then we stopped by the closest lake, the edges reaching out as water poured in, and we found our third colour.
Blue, the blue of the sky, reflected in the water. Fire's opposite, cool and calm, running in a rainbow's streak.
We drank deep of the blue, blue water.
Refreshed, we walked on. Beneath our feet the mud gave way to brittle grass. But an hour more, and the grass was no longer brittle, but tall and soft-and green.
As green as the leaves of spring, a green running on the ground, soon mirrored in the branches of our trees. Four of the colours, four, in the first two hours. The promise becoming true right before our eyes as spring returned.
Nor were we the only ones coming out. I got my first glimpse of pink in snuffling nose of a bunny, peering out. When he saw us walking he hopped out to join us, his pink nose pointed up, and I leaned down to touch it. Together we greeted the Robin, whose red breast added another colour to our quest. The Animals were returning to walk the forest without fear.
The flowers came next. We laughed and crowned ourselves in them, and my hand reached for the deep purple pansies. The last of the colours of the rainbow, wrapped around my head, and my heart lifted high with hope.
We had all the colours of the rainbow crowning the wood. Spring had come to Narnia.
Aslan must be on the move.