The Wonder Of A Writer
It's been a little while since I've sat down to write another blog post. Jason and those who keep up with the nonsense that I post have been a little worried at my lack thereof. It's been crazy, and no blog post could sum up what has happened but we're going to try anyways.
I moved cities a few months back and I haven't really felt the same since. I haven't been able to do the same things here in this town in Southern Maine. I didn't really know a whole lot about this place before we moved because of how sudden it was. My brother moved out a couple of years ago for college so his room was pretty much empty, but he did come back to move the stuff that he had left. Mainly his bed, bookshelves, and his little collections that he couldn't take with him, but he seemed worried about the books more than the money that practically lined shelves along the walls.
My brother was kind of an oddball. He loved his collections and whatnot, but he loved the books even more. Books are nice to read sometimes, but he always seemed to be so involved with the worlds that these authors created that he knew things that a few didn't know. I always thought it was because he read between the lines; and while he did, that wasn't the reason why. There was something more to it, and I always had a sneaking suspicion that he was making things up so the stories seemed real. He had done that before. The books though, while dusty and unread, were full of something else.
Books like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Ousiders, and more lined these bookshelves. Old school textbooks that he ended up keeping, stray notes from the binders that lay on the bottom shelf of the leftmost bookcase, pen scribbled all over them. He never really was organized
I never knew that he was a writer. He never really opened up to anyone as far as I knew. He had friends, not many, but he did have a few. You would've thought that he had opened up to them, but he never did according to them. They never knew about the books that he wrote, or how they came to life in the way that they did. How the music he talked about in it filled the room and how the words danced upon the page, swirling and distorting the reality which had been.
My brother was always an oddball, kind of a quiet kid who really kept to himself. He stopped coming around when he left for college and hasn't really been back unless it's been me to ask. I was always doing something that caused me to never be home. Be it a soccer game or a swim meet, I was all over the place with my friends and their family. The only one who would really show up was my brother.
I continued reading though. The room began to change and the thoughts of my brother went away as I could see the characters from his story enter the room. They were beautiful. I now sat in a bed within Dhams chambers. They stood there as if they were real. Alinor was an elf with the most beautiful shade of black hair to contrast her pale complexion and her eyes. Her eyes were dark but full of hope, wonder, and if only you could see the way she looked at Dham. There was a look of longing in her eyes every time she looked at him. She was tall for an Elven woman. She was slim but built in many ways. She didn't wear her heart on her sleeve.
Dham, on the other hand, was taller and far more sensitive in his own way. His was a brunette with the light lavender eyes. Alexandria's Genesis was how it was described in his footnotes. He was clad in colorful mages robes with a simplistic design and a fur hood while Alinor was clad in deeper colors. Deeper shades of blue, purple, and black made up her robes and the intricate designs on them. The two seemed to be contrasts of each other. Alinor spoke confidently while Dham spoke softly, but both were stubborn.
I could hear them clearly. I could see them, and possibly feel the fabrics of their robes. I stood up from the bed and began walking towards the two with my hand held out. I knew what was happening between the two. The looks in their eyes caused me to feel something. Was it sadness? Was it the same longing feeling that I saw earlier? I couldn't tell.
"Alyssa!" My mother yelled, causing everything around me to begin to fade.
"Alinor! Dham! Wait, please!"
The two turned to face me. They could hear and see me? Alinor smiled and waved while Dham's expression changed to one of longing before they had vanished with everything around them. I could hear my brothers journal hit the floor as they had gone.
My mother was at the door as I found myself laying in my brothers bed. She didn't seem happy that I was asleep. I had a game later this evening, right? I think so. My brothers journal lay beside me. The key to everything that I had seen just a few moments ago.
She didn't seem happy that I was messing around in his room. Not like he used it anyways, and mom knew that he didn't care about me coming in when he was gone. It was where all of the good books were.
"I told you not to come in here. Coach will be here soon to pick you up. Go get ready."
"Jax said that he didn't care. It's his room," I replied in a tired voice.
A reply that I'd regret.
By the time my mother and I were done arguing, she had walked away and left me in the room. I let out a sigh as I pushed myself up off of the bed, leaving the journal in its place for after the game. As I walked towards the doorway, I could hear a faint whisper. It sounded like Alinor?
"Win tonight," she whispered. "We are here, Alyssa. It was much more than a dream."
