Chapter 3: All the Colors of the Sky:
Fédora's POV:
My Father and I were playing chess and, as usual, I won.
"One day, I will win," says my Father.
"In your dreams," I said.
"Congratulations," says the Tsar, "and I, too, have obtained victory." He then reveals the dress.
Singer: Shipwreck in a sea of faces
There's a dreamy world up there
Dear friends in higher places
Carry me away from here
Travel light, let the sun eclipse you
'Cause your flight is about to leave
And there's more to this brave adventure
Then you'd ever believe
Birds-eye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery
'Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind
And take to the sky (Chorus: you take to the sky)
On the heels of war and wonder
There's a stormy world up there
You can't whisper above the thunder
But you can fly anywhere
Purple burst of paper birds
This picture paints a thousand words
So, take a breath of myth and mystery
And don't look back
Birds-eye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery
'Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind
And take to the sky (Chorus: you take to the sky)
There's a realm above the trees
Where the lost are finally found
Touch your feathers to the breeze
And leave the ground
Birds-eye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery
'Cause after all those wings will take you, up so high
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind
And take to the sky
(Chorus: You take to the sky)
(Chorus: You take to the sky!)
"You actually got it," I said.
"I know the best seamstress," says the Tsar, "so, shall we get started on wedding preparations?"
"Wait," I said, "I... have another demand... uuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm..." I was trying to remember. "A dress the color of the Moon!"
"Very well," says the Tsar. He then left.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were speaking with a certain fairy," says my Father.
"What if I was," I asked.
"I think you're being a bit too unfair," says my Father.
"Father, I don't trust him," I said.
"Well, this is kind of entertaining, so I'll let you play your game," says my Father, "I'm going to check on the donkey." He then left.
How am I going to tell him the last demand?
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, the Tsar makes the next dress.