They’d been captured at last, and humans were elated. The
enchanted, who lived in secrecy and keep their world separate, despised the
cages they were now kept in, and even worse the insistence of performing on
demand. Their tender ways had been disrupted and their art of keeping magic in
the world was starting to fade.
People didn’t see what was happening, they were too busy
being amused by these ‘little people’ with their funny ways; laughing at them,
parading them around and making money off them.
They didn’t see how the sparkle of enchantment was disappearing,
how their own children wanted material things and wanted them now. They were no
longer pacified by fairy tales or enraptured by the idea of magic. They wanted
whatever they saw, to use it at their will, dispense of it in a matter of
moments and move onto the next things.
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Oh how extremely sad that the magic and sparkle is disappearing due to their capture. Release them immediately! A bleak, well written piece Miranda. xx
ReplyDeleteA lovely, sad story, Well done! :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome, bittersweet, perfectly written.
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