The Dawn of Magical Colors
Gather around, friendly souls and wayfarers of mystical realms. Tonight, I, the Wizard of Magical Colors, will unveil a story that I would rather see vanish into shrouded spindles of time than being brought into the openness of light, where it's sting still causes me deep pain. Yet, the story has a will of it's own, and in the right company, it claims it's rightful space to surface.
This is the tale of a fateful night that sealed not only my destiny, but also defined my very being, forming the foundation of the man I am today. At times, this story fills my heart with regret. Other times it fills my heart with hope. This tale is both my blessing and my curse, tearing me apart and giving me purpose at the same time. It will take you on a journey, back to a distant time, before I found myself donning the robes of wizardry, when my spirit was still fresh and untouched by life's harsher colors.
In those golden days, my heart was an untouched canvas, still oblivious to the sharp, scraping strokes of sorrow. I was nothing but a free-spirited youth, having the glow of optimism accenting my wide-eyed gaze. My path into the future was shrouded, but clear. There were no barriers that prevented me from seeking joy, or obstacles that prevented me from falling into the traps that were concealed beneath. There were no railings in place to protect the world from the impact that I would bring. Just the friendly advices that I had been given, and mostly forgotten or put aside for future evaluation.
In this invincible, yet fragile, era of youthfulness, love had found me in the shape of an equally captivating young beauty, as soft as a midsummer dream. We spent our days and nights together, blooming with joyous laughter and lustful whispers. Our voices softly filling sunlit glades and moonlit vista views. We were young, the pull of attraction between us undeniable, yet our understanding of love was but a tiny branch on newborn stem waiting to bloom.
But dear wanderers, this tale is not just about the innocence of youthful love. It's about the awakening of a spirit, the birth of the magical colors that I command today. For it is true, I, the Wizard of Magical Colors, wield colors with very potent magical proportions. To witness the birth of a magical color is a magnificent event in itself. Each color a new-born friend, deciding to rest peacefully upon my palette of ever growing tools. It is a life-long companion, that will journey by my side into the mists eternity. Of course, I did not know this at that time, but the birth of the first color would still be a precious memory, if only the circumstances were more favorable.
On this unforgettable night, under the enchanting moonlight, my girlfriend and I, lost ourselves in our laughter, play, and conversations until the canvas of the sky lightened with the kiss of dawn. As I stood there, bathed in the radiant hues of the sunrise, with my heart resonating to the girl of my dreams, I felt the pulse of magic for the first time. The warmth of the sun stirred something within me, sparking the first magical color in my soul. Above my hand, I conjured a tiny orb of glowing light, mirroring the hue of the newborn day. Emboldened, I pledged to use this newfound power to cast a ray of hope into the hearts of those in despair.
To my surprise, my girl found my vow uninspiring. That after this intimate night together, I would make a sacred promise to anyone but her. That I would use my powers to shape anything but a symbol of our love - a heart. The very moment that my magic was rebuffed, I felt stripped of worth, standing there with nothing but a glow in my hand, and a heartache in my chest, watching as her back disappeared further into the Void with each step. She was selfish, perhaps, or jealous at my magical powers, I thought for a while. Yet, in the context of our youthful adoration, it was a reasonable desire. How could I give the child she was carrying the safety it needed, when my thoughts were with the burdened.
Now my dear fellow travelers, you understand why this poignant moment is a blend of sweet joy and bitter sorrow. It has proven to be the crucible of my life. Had I formed that heart, perhaps I'd be living in the embrace of a love story. Instead I am walking in solitude as a wandering magician. Yet, without this defining moment, the Wizard of Magical Colors would not have emerged from the ashes of heartbreak. I stand before you, a being shaped by extraordinary experiences and not confined to an ordinary existence. I've waltzed with many captivating damsels, but even till this day, the dance of lifelong love remains a melody unsung.
I have named the color that was born in the crossroad between night and day that morning Dawnfire Gleam. Despite it being my oldest companion, it remains my least understood asset. If I bring it out, and gaze into the light upon my hand, my memories are consumed by the pain of loss. So, I rather keep it at my side as a silent companion. This is how I manage to breath, to see the light of the next day. It is the color that keeps me alive, and pushes me to walk on, even when my heart is burdened by unbearable sorrow.