Hi guys! I'm back! I'v decided to write for the other colours after all! You may have noticed the title change. Scylla's Revenge asked if I could do gold for Glaedr as well. The truth is, I completely forgot about Glaedr. Thanks for reminding me! And thank you for all those wonderful reviews!
I'm taking a completely different approach to this one, but I still hope you like it! =)
I do not own the Inheritance Cycle and am not feeling very inclined toward Chrisropher Paolini right now. Two years! TWO YEARS!
The sky is a vast and seemingly endless stretch of space, beyond the reach of man. We may be able to launch airplanes and satellites into the sky, but we cannot experience the joy of flight, of the wind whipping our faces and tangling our hair, of the strong beat of wings that can take us in whatever direction we please. The sky is ever-changing. Sometimes, dark, dense clouds cover it. Lightning strikes and raindrops the size of blackberries fall in fierce and relentless winds. Other times, snowflakes drift casually from a mass of gray, covering everything below in a blanket of pure, untainted white. At dusk and dawn, glorious colours mix and meld, red, purple, gold, making picturesque patterns near the horizon. But most times, the sky is blue.
Pale blue, nearly white, in the distance. Stronger, brilliant blue, directly above. Forget-me-not blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and the sun shining warmly down upon green grass, weeping willows, wildflowers, and a mirror-like lake, on a nice spring day. Azure blue, without a cloud in sight, on a hot summer day, floating in the lake, looking up and daydreaming. Even at night, the sky is blue, a blue so deep it's almost black, dotted with stars and the moon, like diamonds and gold on a bed of velvet. Occasionally, be it day or night, a bird flies past, looking so free, without a care in the world, soaring joyfully under the sky, that I wish to join them and leave behind all my worries.
Under the sky lies the sea. The sea, like the sky, is seemingly endless and bottomless. Like the sky, the sea has many moods, and can change as suddenly as the emotions of you and I. Waves hundreds of meters high, whirlpools kilometres across, and winds ferocious enough to upturn any ship. Yet, no matter how fierce the turmoil on the surface, deep, deep, below, all is always calm and peaceful. There, dwell mysterious creatures of the deep, unknown to us beings bound to land. There, eternal darkness reigns. There, the sun has never cast its bright and warm rays. The water, too, is consumed by the darkness. As we rise, the ocean becomes brighter, clearer. The colour around us shifts from dark blue to murky gray, then to green as we become ever closer to the sun.
On the surface, under the sky, the light seems too bright compared to underwater. At the top and bottom of our planet earth, the surface of the ocean is blue. Deep, dark, fathomless blue, with wrinkles that are waves, reflections of light sparkling and glinting under the sun, until, in the distance, it meets with the sky. A straight, flat, unbreaking line, separating water and air. Above, the light blue of the sky. Below, the navy of the sea. In the tropical seas, the water is turquoise. Blue, mixed with green. At the shallow shelf seas of the tropics, under the water, is a vibrant, different world. Schools of brilliantly coloured fish and fields of coral reefs on a background of crystal clear blue. The coral are of every colour, and in unique shapes, that possess an unreal beauty. The underwater flowers.
The flowers on land, too, are beautiful and colourful, though fragile, things. They possess a beauty unlike any other, of nature at its most beautiful. Most are red, yellow, white, or orange. Blue flowers are rare. Blue orchids are treasured above all others. Bluebells, orchids, roses, hydrangeas are the only ones that are blue which I know by name. However, blue is common in everyday life for us.
The pen I am holding right now is blue. The ink that is on the paper is blue. The screen of the radio-alarm clock on my nightstand is blue. The shirt and jeans I am wearing is blue. My notebook is blue. Dawn washing detergent is blue. I can list so much more… and each of these blues are different. If you pay attention to your surroundings, many more shades of colours will show themselves to you.
Deep below, under the sky, under my feet, under the flowers, even deeper below than the bottom of the ocean, lies rock. Hundreds of different kinds of rock, all looking the same when unpolished, plain and gray, a shadow of its true patterns and colours. Encased within this stone, hidden from view, are gems. Gems of every colour, bloodred rubies, golden topazes, clear, white diamonds, amethysts of royal purple, and of course, blue sapphires. Large, glittering sapphires, casting blue specks of light upon the wall. They rest at the hollow of a queen's neck as a brooch. They glitter upon a lady's chest, finger, or wrist. And they're carved into statues and set into walls within the dwarves' chambers.
Blue is calm and peaceful, but also cold and unforgiving. Blue is not just blue, there are so many different shades of it, and it represents so many things, both good, and bad.
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