( after “Flowers..They were flowers” before all the other tales)
….” It’s all hidden boy, but the more you believe, the more you can see….the more it is real….
The boy,brought to the strange house in his sleep, saw nothing unusual. Absolutely nothing slightly peculiar about this room. In the right side corner, a girl sat in a red velvet armchair as she quietly observed the boy with a keen smile on the left corner of her lip. He did not mind her, he had grown quite fond of her dark green eyes staring at him in the past minutes. He then looked at a dust-full old Door in the opposite corner, its wood was darker than the others, it had certainly been there longer than any other object or door, why?
“Good, you see now, there’s always something different, hidden everywhere”
Solomon then walked to the old dusty door that had always been locked, no one knew what was behind it except Solomon, it had eight locks, four opened by a specific key carved by himself and sewed on to the interior of the red strap on his hat, the other four locks could only be open by Solomon’s wand with a specific combination of words pronounced in a tone that he never spoke in, but had mastered over the centuries. He whispered something and in response, the door sung four harmonical clicks, the wooden door then split into two or four, it was hard to tell, clicking and ticking, then, it revealed a beautiful mechanism almost like a great mix of clocks that had been taken apart and rebuilt together, a wooden spring from a cuckoo clock then moved in three clicks towards Solomon, it held at it’s end a round golden lock. Solomon then carefully took the key from his hat, fitted it into the key hole and four other clicks moved like a wave through the mechanism, and now the not old and dirty but shiny and beautiful big door opened like a vault’s door to something greater, more beautiful and more valuable than a stack of money.
Solomon smiled ” Come on, come along”
Solomon’s ward, which he insisted in calling Neophyte which was just an older word that meant exactly the same thing immediately got up ” Sir?” He said in a loud voice.
“Not you, you idiot, the boy…. And don’t scream Neophyte” even while saying this, you would still be able to hear the joy, not very well hidden in Solomon’s voice.
Calix got up and pushed away the armchair so it wouldn’t be in his way. The thing…whatever was behind the door was doing something to him, he felt a pull and around his waist and his pulses he could feel his blood pumping. Solomon looked at him and suddenly an image of his hat blurred in his mind and he could hear Solomon’s voice. ” Close your eyes….feel” he whispered.
Calix slowly lowered his eye lids, he could hear the air and listen to the drumming of his heart beat. The air, yes not only in this room, but he could suddenly feel and hear the air everywhere, it was like a color like paint touching and caressing his face. He opened his eyes and stared at Solomon for a while, so did Solomon. Calix started laughing and Solomon grabbed him and hugged him as they both laughed. A man came towards Calix, he had a very serious expression. ” He is ready” he lowered to his knees and looked into Calix’s eyes. ” You are more powerful than you think. You did…that. There are only two people in this world that I know can use the Magna Soliern, Solomon who has lived for centuries and Vincent.”
“Vincent?” asked Calix.
“Van Gogh. He said he could see the air moving things, he could see it like a color. In his painting starry night, the stars have swirls around them, it’s known to be representing the air and the wind. And his blury colors when he painted. He was using the Soliern without knowing.” Everyone turned to the right side corner of the room, there on a red velvet armchair sat a girl, the same that had been observing Calix. She still smiled at him. “How do you know that?” Calix asked her ” Adora Dryden, pleasure to meet you, and, it’s quite obvious, the same way I knew you had it ” She said never taking her eyes off Calix as she got up from the armchair. ” I’m Cal..” “I know, I was watching” “You…Your eyes are very beautiful, I’ve never seen such a dark green before” She smiled at him and walked towards the wall of the Vorpal “Trans Murum!” She said lowdly as she was about to hit the wall, but she didn’t, the moment she said those words she passed right through it. Calix pretended to look surprised, he wanted to but at this point nothing could really surprise him. There was suddenly a silence and then, Solomon stepped forward. Beyond the magnificent mechanism laid….books. Serving as a wooden bed for legions of books, were planted millions of dark wood bookshelves. These racks could be reached by a set of graciously positioned large marble castle-like stairs that were placed at the foot of the shelves all around the spherical shaped room, there were precisely twelve portions of stairs three meters high pointing frontwards and upwards at the shelves. the room had two immensely big blue doors in each corner of the room,they were separated by a distance immeasurable to a human eye. the room was remarkably high and covered by shelves to the very unattainable top. The room’s summit was wonderfully decorated by an enormous painting of the angel Michael as he raises his sword. The painting of course would move at the moment you weren’t looking, sometimes the Archangel wouldn’t even be carrying the sword, it would be in his scabbard or his eyes would move depending on who he would be looking at. in a corner of the painting, there was a small round window pointing to the sky, it’s light was pointing straight to a large contraption that hung on the opposite corner just like a chandelier but instead of crystals it was constituted by numerous small mirrors covering most of the surface, between each mirror there was a crack that showed the inner mechanism composed of wheels and golden hinges attached to shiny silver chains.
-seven hundred million four hundred thirty five manuscripts and books !! There are more dimensions through the doors on that corner and the opposite one.(he pointed at the blue bulky doors)There are precisely the same exact number of rooms as books. Said Solomon in a loud excited tone as he paced the room.
He threw his hat into the air and it suddenly began to burn, a split second later in had been resumed to a very small pile of ash. Solomon kept pacing the room ignoring his utterly destroyed top hat. From a large pocket in his vest he pulled a long stick, his wand, it was a simple very dark wooden stick,a thin bright metal stripe covered the wand from top to bottom, on the precise opposite side of the wand there was a rather elaborate strange metal handle in which Solomon placed his third and fourth finger while holding it, although the wand was wooden, the grip seemed to be marble. “Stranger and stranger” thought Calix to himself as he observed as Solomon placed his fingers in the mug-like handle attached to the wand. Solomon lifted his glare towards his preferred “portion” of a staircase and then got on it. He quietly stood on the few steps of the staircase and pointed his wand downwards, looked up to the ceiling and…..the staircase began to float and very slowly in floated away upwards while Solomon kept staring up. ” a spell, no words, curious” observed the immovable boy. Solomon answered the boy’s thoughts” yes, words only pull out the feeling that performs the magic, words aren t always needed, i just use them because i am rather lazy.” He then loudly pronounced “Elevare Elementum” pointing at a purple book, it floated away from the shelf(as expected) and fell then meters high at the boy s feet, blowing away a great number of manuscripts on a table next to him. On it’s cover was written in capitals “TEA AND OTHER VERY IMPORTANT THINGS”. A small figure then blurred by ,opening the left side door and running to the right side door very quickly, it was a small boy laughing of excitement. ” don’t mind Gavroche he’s from the French literature section. He’s no harm really.” Solomon was still very peaceful and all of this happened while Solomon putt on his glasses. How was this possible, so much magic, seeing the air move in front of you, a never-ending library with a mad librarian that has two pocket watches and a stick, all of this and nothing awful had happened, there was no need for him to be there. Why was he there, why him?
” you really have no idea whatsoever about this do you?” Calix forgot the old man heard his thoughts just like music ” We ll tell you about all this but for now, welcome, to Looking Glass House!” Solomon articulated as he spread his arms in a buffoon like way.
suddenly, an insidious buzzing noise diffused itself throughout the large room. It grew louder and louder, Solomon didn t seem to care but the noise grew closer more frightening to Calix s ear, the boy jumped in fright and fell, tripping on a manuscript. The noise went on as he laid on the floor rubbing his aching head, all of a sudden a small blue creature with big oval shiny black eyes and dragon-like wings flew by Calix s face landing on his chest. Calix stared at this beautiful strange creature for a moment as Solomon continued to run his fingers through the high shelfs s book covers. It s beauty was remarkably unique. The creature ,who Calix now knew was called a Pestrall through Solomon s thoughts, reached out to Calix with it s blue finger, one single finger pointed at Calix of it s blue slim skeletal hands, and the finger began to glow, flaring out light so bright, Calix turn his cheek in an attempt to avoid it. each finger of the Pestrall was separated with webs of skin just like a fish s tale. Calix s finger lightly touched the Pestrall s brightly glowing finger. all of a sudden, it was like Calix couldn t let go of the the being, it was as if they were abruptly connected, a light began to shine throughout Calix s hand and arm, you could see the veins clearly, they were thin curvy shadows in the great blinding light connecting these two different characters. Calix s eyes dimmed and for a few minutes, Calix was completely blinded, except he wasn t, he could see a dark magnificent image of a great forrest with enormous ancient trees and filled with beautiful colorful flowers and flying winged creatures, almost like a picture except…except it moved.
As soon as Calix regained his vision, a great breath of air filled his lungs as if he had been underwater for several minutes. A great figure of a man stood facing him down with one of those sticks pointed at Calix s forehead. “Dear God!” yelled out the suspicious character.” I ll get some tea” he sreamed out as he walk away at a quick pace. Solomon approached the boy looking into the boy s eyes with a perplexed look, he observed the boy with a confused look for a few minutes. He then sat down in a dark pink armchair that seemed to be as old as most of the books and as young as Calix compared to the old manucripts Solomon held in his hands. He had never seen anything like this. He starred at the boy for a few more seconds before reaching into his left pocket grabbing his century old pipe. For the next three minutes three things happened, Solomon snapped his finger and smoke assended from his pipe, a Pestrall landed on the man s shoulder and Calix, although unprobable,saw in the corner of the library what seemed to be a pale man smiling at him. But it was most probably his blurred vision….
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