muse_playground prompt #04.08
04.08 "Stop making me think. I'm believing over here." - Harry Dresden, Wizard
There were times after Sarah was returned to her own time and place, unable to get back to the Hogwarts she knew, that the outside world felt oppressive to her. It seemed as if its very existence questioned her experiences, held its reality up to the fantasy her experiences were generally thought to be, and made a judgment upon it. Logic and fact made no room for magic and imagination and thinking of only the latter was termed foolish for an adult. To her, it felt as though the world was requesting her to think about these fanciful things until she had simply thought them right out of the real qualities they possessed.
She refused to do so.
She had experienced that strange oppressiveness before, in a similar fashion, after she had returned triumphant from the Labyrinth. The 'real' world was at times cold and unimaginative, full of teenagers who scorned fantasy as nothing more than play, adults who encouraged maturity over creativity and parents who only grew more troubled by her beliefs. She kept them, however quietly, but if not for her continued connection to those she had met in the Labyrinth, she might have lost touch with that part of her life. Had she only her belief then, logic and fact might have won, or been so loud that seeming fantasy was nearly drowned out.
She did hold proof this time, proof for herself and even proof for others, should it have been necessary. There were the tangible things, such as gifts from those she had loved, and even living things, such as her kittens. This time, however, she did not need the proof. Even had she returned empty-handed, she had not returned with an empty heart or and empty mind.
Now, when she went about her life, small things kept those thoughts and feelings alive for her, from a hot cup of tea or a soft-spoken British accent to the too-green charm on her bracelet or the dancing shadows as the sun set. The music made by the everyday sounds of the city took on the tune of songs yet or never to be written in her reality. Around her in the park, nature pulsed with its own potent magic, reminding her of days spent devouring magic books of all kinds and mastering those things held within the pages.
It was how she wanted it to be; it was how it should be.
Others might live their lives only thinking, limited only to what logic told them, but Sarah? Sarah would live her life believing.
Sarah Williams | Labyrinth | 531 words
muse_playground prompt #04.08
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There were times after Sarah was returned to her own time and place, unable to get back to the Hogwarts she knew, that the outside world felt oppressive to her. It seemed as if its very existence questioned her experiences, held its reality up to the fantasy her experiences were generally thought to be, and made a judgment upon it. Logic and fact made no room for magic and imagination and thinking of only the latter was termed foolish for an adult. To her, it felt as though the world was requesting her to think about these fanciful things until she had simply thought them right out of the real qualities they possessed.
She refused to do so.
She had experienced that strange oppressiveness before, in a similar fashion, after she had returned triumphant from the Labyrinth. The 'real' world was at times cold and unimaginative, full of teenagers who scorned fantasy as nothing more than play, adults who encouraged maturity over creativity and parents who only grew more troubled by her beliefs. She kept them, however quietly, but if not for her continued connection to those she had met in the Labyrinth, she might have lost touch with that part of her life. Had she only her belief then, logic and fact might have won, or been so loud that seeming fantasy was nearly drowned out.
She did hold proof this time, proof for herself and even proof for others, should it have been necessary. There were the tangible things, such as gifts from those she had loved, and even living things, such as her kittens. This time, however, she did not need the proof. Even had she returned empty-handed, she had not returned with an empty heart or and empty mind.
Now, when she went about her life, small things kept those thoughts and feelings alive for her, from a hot cup of tea or a soft-spoken British accent to the too-green charm on her bracelet or the dancing shadows as the sun set. The music made by the everyday sounds of the city took on the tune of songs yet or never to be written in her reality. Around her in the park, nature pulsed with its own potent magic, reminding her of days spent devouring magic books of all kinds and mastering those things held within the pages.
It was how she wanted it to be; it was how it should be.
Others might live their lives only thinking, limited only to what logic told them, but Sarah? Sarah would live her life believing.
Sarah Williams | Labyrinth | 531 words
muse_playground prompt #04.08
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