Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,154
and into the older silhouette. The boy gasped, as did many in the crowd, who were so engrossed in the story.
We watched as the boy reached out to the crowd, and the roses he'd delivered began to float his way until he had a bunch. He laid them upon his brother to try and soak up the black flow of liquid from his glowing green body.
No matter how many roses fell upon him, the older male raised his hand up to the sky - and was gone the next second as the red roses dipped in black all turned to black once more, littering the stage with their broken petals.
"Why?" The teen rose up as he stared at the petals. "I gave all my love. Why didn't it heal my brother?"
I blinked back my tears at the vulnerability in the audible voice. The music box melody in the background only made me more emotional. I surely wasn't alone as many in the crowd fought hard against their tears as the silhouette teen walked over to where I stood and reached to hold my dress once more.
My dress began to glow, and I watched a silhouette of white poof onto the other side - a woman with short, pink, glowing hair. Her silhouette body danced and moved the outlined dress with her steps.
The teen beamed as he moved to dance with the woman, and we watched them spin across the stage until an image appeared behind me - another white canvas. The teen reached for the art piece, and it revealed a detailed drawing of rain clouds.
It began to rain then. All of us watched as the droplets that fell from the sky glowed a vivid blue. When they touched our bodies, they did nothing to us, but as the teen attempted to create an umbrella, the white silhouette's light began to flicker.
With a drop to the floor, the silhouette began to fade, and the teen dropped to his knees. Again, he reached to the crowd and the red roses came to his aid. Some people even threw theirs to get them to the stage faster, but once again, as the rose petals fell upon the dying woman, they turned to black and were left behind as the image faded.
The teen was left again to hang his head low.
"My love...once again, couldn't save them."
Rising up once more the defeated teen stood before me then, and I couldn't help but reach out to pat the outlined head. "It's...okay," I whispered.
The lights around us centered behind me, and I turned to see the large canvas on display. Like the recent other canvases, it was blank to all of us. I returned my eyes to the teen, and he floated into the air and spun around me. He was now an adult, and his silhouette glowing figure looked as if he wore a suit with his hair now tied back in a short ponytail.
Returning to stand next to me, the man reached for my dress once more, and the touch lit up the white palette beneath my feet. He crouched down to touch it and a large brush lit up in his grasp.
He seemed to be happy, like the bad times had passed, as he raced to the grand piece of work. With the movement of his brush, he began to reveal a man at the same height as him - his energy of pink and teal.
The new man gave off a fatherly vibe, and I prepared my heart for what I knew was approaching as the man began to skip around the older figure as he pointed to the canvas.
Passing the brush to the older man, he stood back to watch the older glowing silhouette begin to tap the brush to the blank canvas.
We watched in amazement as a corner of the canvas began to light up in the same neon energy that had unraveled this captivating story. The sight of the neon shades projecting so vividly on the canvas like they glowed in the dark was what was really growing to be the buzz as the last bits of sunlight in the sky vanished at that moment.
The colors and shades that blended together continued to spread from the bottom left corner, but then the older man looked to his left, and with a toss of his brush, he tried to run in the opposite direction as if he were trying to avoid something.