Daylight

I wonder what masterpieces go through?

There is no changing fate.

One is born into this world with a life already laid out. There is no fighting that life, no stopping it, and there is no choice that one can make that would change the ending. Every ending has been fixed in time, and a story must always end the same way.

 

Her skin was flawless and pale, her hair down to her waist in waves and touched with the barest hint of daylight glow. That same daylight was echoed in her eyes, which sparkled like sapphires. Light rouge touched her cheeks, turning them a blessed pink, one that brought out the color of her lips, red and perfectly shaped, edges turned slightly down. Her neck curved into well-shaped shoulders and an even better-formed body.

Over that body was a thin white under gown, pure and soft silk. Over that, a flowing, gauzy over gown flashing with soft, brilliant colors overemphasized her lovely paleness. A white hat perched at a tilt on her head, with several dancing rainbow feathers in the peak.

The broad brim of the hat barely trembled as the girl made her way from one side of the room to the other, taking tiny measured steps.  The austere woman on the other side of the room nodded in satisfaction as the girl stopped before her.

“That was very well done, Midere.” She clapped her veined hands and carefully adjusted Midere’s hat. “How are you feeling now? May we start?”

Midere lowered her eyes tinged with daylight and clasped her hands in front of her. “Of course, Olwon, if that is what you wish.”

Olwon bustled around Midere, applying more minute changes to Midere’s appearance. “You’ve progressed so well. Father is going to be so happy that you’ve finally moved on.” She paused. “You have, haven’t you? Do you still want to escape?” She turned Midere around so that, if Midere hadn’t been examining the floorboards, they would have been eye-to-eye. “Do you?”

“Of course not, Olwon. I " know - what I’m supposed to become.”

I know.

A sense of relief entered Olwon’s voice, though her facial expression didn’t change. “That’s great, that’s wonderful, Midere. Father will be so glad. He’s been saying for months and months that you’re his masterpiece.”

Masterpiece.

“Yes. Of course.”

“It’ll be such a better fate than what most of us have received around here.” Olwon smoothed the gauze and then fluffed it, sending sparkles flying into the air. “Taken in for a day, a week, a year, than dumped and sent out with the burnable trash as something new walks into their life. No, you’ll have no such existence, Midere. You’ll be loved forever, you’ll be treasured, and - unlike us - you will never be forgotten.” She gave a last dusting to the hem of the skirt and then ushered Midere to a chair. “You’re so lucky.”

Lucky.

Midere sat quietly, a quick motion of her hands causing the skirts to billow around her, covering part of the smooth ebony wood. Her hair, sparkling with daylight spilled over her dress. She placed her feet next to each other, toes pointed straight and straightened her back.

Olwon walked over to a pair of tough cords, braided and both ended in a thick knot. One of the cords lay coiled on the floor, while the other hung around waist level. “We’ve all been put on display before, and we’ve all been taken home by someone. It’s worse when they take a long time choosing, when you’re the last one left. It won’t be that way for you, though. Someone’s sure to fall in love with you, you’re so beautiful.” She took a look at Midere and then stepped out.

Beautiful.

Stiffly, Midere placed her hands on her knees, one folded delicately over the other and lifted her head, tilting it slightly so that white brim of the hat just hovered over obscuring her right eye. Calm. Midere gazed into black cloth. Elegant. Graceful.

“Midere?” A little rabbit waddled from the side, a sad expression in its large, shiny, black eyes. “Are you sure?” It was in a sad state, with tattered fur and one ear that had been half-torn off in some long ago fight. “If you want, we can help you escape again. You can be free - like you wanted! I’m sure that this time -”

Children are sitting in a green, grass meadow. Flowers of every color imaginable dot the scene and there is a blue-checker picnic blanket spread out on the grass. On the blanket is a little brown wicker basket, its lid half off. Inside, there are cakes and tea.

Two little girls are sitting across from each other. They are reaching into the basket, taking out the sweet cakes and pretend tea. Next to both of them sit little dolls, with porcelain - or something very like porcelain - teacups in front of them. The children were laughing, the flower petals fluttering, and even the dolls seem to be smiling -

“No.”

The battered rabbit looked up at Midere, who faced her gaze ahead, at that only thing that separated her from her future. “But Midere! You’re not going to be happy! Father and Olwon are wrong! You shouldn’t just be a masterpiece! You should be able to have fun and play.” The rabbit lowered his head. “You shouldn’t be a masterpiece,” Its voice was low and sad. “They never see the sun.”

 

A man walked onto stage, his face generously coated with lines and scars. His hands were like giant spiders and held a black microphone. He rolled it nervously in his palm and waited for the clapping to subside to a dull roar before he lifted his hand and began to speak.

“Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to welcome you to my coming back ceremony after having retired 14 years ago. In the beginning, I was simply going to reproduce some of my more famous works in order to generate money for my toy store, but when I sat down to fix up those pieces, my hands began to itch, and tonight I would like to show you my newest creation. It is my first since I retired and started making dolls and playthings for children. This was probably the hardest work that I have ever done. Every time I thought that the idea was ready for creation, it slipped away from me, and I almost made another toy. In the end, however, I have finally managed to conquer all that, and this next piece that you see next is what I consider to be my finest work.”

He stepped to the side and lifted his hand and, as if by magic, with his hand, lifted the curtain of black velvet.

In the center of a stage, under a beam of intense light, sat a beautiful doll made of polished porcelain.

She had pale, perfect skin and hair and eyes that were touched by daylight.

 

There is no changing fate.

Author's Note

Please tell me if you understand what she is. Did I overdo the daylight part? Is it too distant? Are the italics/beginning little phrase too overdramatic and would it be best to leave those out? I appreciate all reviews.

Reviews

[emma]

as other people have said, you're descriptions were amazing. the story was incredibly well written and i fully enjoyed it:) keep on writing!

[Larry Dyson]

you have an excellent grasp of the reality of being human lest you err in writing how not to be in the end...way ahead of most.. great descriptives.. talent in expression.

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

SO WELL BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL!!!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your descriptives are powerful and not only denote character but emotional ambiances of the players in this vivid and beautifullky written sideways tilted fairy tale where the ending delivers the magik with full force generation saturating the reader's emotional response~

[SwagMaster]

I really like this story. Good read, cleverly constructed.

[SarahJo McKenzie]

Wow, this a beautiful piece. I didn't understand until the end that she was a doll. But when I did all the pieces fell together. I did have some slight trouble figuring out what Olwon was meant when she talked about being taken in for only a week or a day, but that is probably my brains fault. I'm working on 3 hours of sleep. Anyway, I really did enjoy your work!