To Capture a World
The ink bottles glittered on the desk offsetting the dark, oppressive stone behind. The girl smoothed her hands across the thick vellum on the desk and looked out the tower window to the grand colorful forest beyond. Fall had come to her little corner of the world and the trees reflected that; reds, yellows, and oranges of all shades filled her vision. Her magic was most successful during the shift of seasons since Nature was less likely to notice her meddling. The girl's hand raced over the paper, her magic flowed from the tip of the pen as the forest took shape.
She scowled as she held up the finished work. Lifeless trees looked back at her mockingly; Nature had noticed.
The fire ate up the paper quickly while the girl set out another sheet and refreshed her inkpot. The sun kissed the horizon, threatening to take away the light. It had to work this time. She didn’t want to consider what awaited her the next day if it didn’t. Her pen danced across the fresh page. An organic reflection of the forest appearing, colors seeping into the trees. She could feel the magic flowing stronger through her this time. Details she hadn’t seen before made their way to the page.
She sealed her inkpot as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, ink still drying on the paper. She blew on the vellum to dry the ink faster and saw the forest sway on the page in response. Where all was still a moment ago, a great wind grew outside making the trees sway as far as the girl could see.
