.......................................................................Magic in Pages.......................................................................
...........................「To Leon, wish you a happy birthday with this two hours late gift.」- Felix...........................
This is not a long story, you know, “good thing comes in small package”. So don’t look down on a story just because it has only two or three pages, because Magic DO exists in the gaps between those pages.
A little lion sets his fluffy butt on a hard computer chair, and hours and hours passed by before he takes a break between his works. Shortly after the little rest, he starts hitting the keyboard again, in a calm but steady rhythm that sounds like a lullaby. The Sun had already hides his face behind the West Mountain, and Ms. Moon greets the town with her usual dark dress. But the little lion is still typing and typing and typing on the keyboard. Until it is too tired for the little lion to continue, he leaves the computer on and sleeps on his bed next to the computer.
Days after days and the little lion stay the same. He works from day break to mid-night with little time to rest, and Ms. Moon keep watching lion from the window when everybody else is asleep.
One night, Ms. Moon finally asked little lion: “Little lion, what are you working so hard for?” and little lion answer her without moving his eyes off the computer screen: “my new story, the greatest story I will ever wrote!” Although little lion didn’t look into Ms. Moon’s eyes, she can tell the strong dedication he has.
Unfortunately, the little lion fell ill and couldn’t continue his work. Little lion is so worry that he will never be able to finish it, he cries with the little strength he left for the mercy from God. Ms. Moon couldn’t bear the tragic sigh of the little lion, so she asks the White Wizard to help the little lion.
“I cannot cure this boy” said the White Wizard with his smoking pipe that blows donuts “but I can give him good health until his next birthday. Afterward he will be in God’s hand”
Ms. Moon rush back to the little lion and told him what the White Wizard had said, and little lion beg Ms. Moon to bring him the White Wizard.
“But there might be another way!” Ms. Moon said, but not believing herself “You are too young to die!”
The little lion didn’t listen to Ms. Moon. He doesn’t want to die with a story unfinished, so after all the effort Ms. Moon spent on convincing the little lion, she brought the White Wizard to the little lion.
Great Wizard and Great Magic! A swing of his wand, a drop of potion, some mumble of ancient spells that none could understand, the little lion suddenly feels well like before. Little lion knee to the White Wizard with gratitude, but the Wizard replies with a poker face “Son, you only have little time left before your birthday and your death, so go on now and complete what you started.”
The little lion thanks the White Wizard and Ms. Moon again, and then jumps right back in front of the computer. He types and types and types, thousands and thousands of words pops on the computer screen like the flow of a water fall. The slow but steady sounds of keyboard calmed Ms. Moon’s heart, but the shadow cast by his birthday caused her distress.
The days has finally come – the day when little lion born to this world, and the very same day when he will leave this world. Little lion hit the [send] key on his computer, closed his eyes, and let out his finally breathe.
It is the strangest dream little lion had ever been to: A castle is set in the middle of the green valley formed by two mountains, and the fosse that surrounds the castle is floating ink. Little lion didn’t thought twice before he approaches that castle.
The closer he gets, the more details he found on the castle: The shape of the window, the color of the bricks, and even the flags – all are the same castle as described in his story! Little lion become more excited than fear as he pushes the main gate of the castle.
The inner design of the castle is also the same as he had thought in his head when he types his story: red and white pillars with fancy craftsmanship stand by two sides and supported the upper level walkway; a huge crystal pendant hanging from the ceiling, and red carpet covering every single corners of the floor. However, one thing that is out of the ordinary is a man who is sitting on the tenth step of the main stair at the end of the entrance hall, with a laptop of unknown brand in his lap.
Little lion doesn’t recall a man with a laptop ever existed in his story that is base on the 15th centenary, so the little lion isn’t dare to move abruptly toward him but with caution. The man did not seem to be bothered, or actually notice the little lion.
As the little lion getting closer to the man, he saw the man is actually long hair, and wears clothes that seem too out-of-time. Out of the sudden, the man has a warm smile shown on his face, and wave to the little lion without lifting his eyes away from his laptop.
“Come, boy, sit with me.” The man said, and his sounds echo in the entrance hall. The little lion didn’t trust this stranger in the beginning, but now he suddenly felt he can trust this man. The little lion sits with the stranger on the same level of stair, with his tail lay relaxing behind him.
“I had looked over your story, boy” The man said softly so his sound won’t echo that much. “It is impressive, a fine piece of work you should be proud of.”
The little lion wanted to reply, but the man stopped him. “But, it is not good enough; it will need to be revise before letting the world knows about this story.” Then the man speaks for another hour, and another hour, and another countless hours about the things little lion should revise and edit on the story.
The little lion didn’t say a word when the man speak, because this is the first time his story was ever been read by someone other than himself, and he is more than welcome to listen how the other think about his story. He sunk himself into the man’s advises and opinions that he forgot about his birthday and death-day.
“…and that is it” the man said with a conclusive tone. “I shall be looking forward to see your revised story.” the man smiled warmly to the little lion, and intended to stand up and exit the castle.
But the little lion finally speaks to the stranger about his death-day and he will not have time to revise the story. The stranger thought for a moment, than placed his right arm onto the little lion’s forehead. The little lion swears he saw a hole on the man’s wrist
“Don’t worry about that, just do what I asked you to do”
All fade back into darkness, and the little lion waked from his dream.
The Sun is shining in from the window, and the computer is still there with the story he wrote. Everything is still the same.
The little lion didn’t spend another moment into wondering what had happened, and begins his revision on his story.
__________________________________THE END_______________________________________________
PS. 就像文中的小獅子，笨狼由於時間的關系，未能再三檢閱翻譯，敬請原諒！
- Felix
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