"Oh brave new world/is new to thee"
There's so much to see in this world. Salem, New Orleans, the whispering shores of Mexico's gulf, Hungary (Transylvania!), Egypt (ancient and not), Iceland, Greece, Britain...
Hot sun and cold sun, ice and fire, big blue sky, a king's ransom of the thralls of men. Flags and people and airplanes, horses and cars, endless oceans.
You see those movies where people travel, and you tell yourself, I could do that!
I could, too. I'd love it. I'd love to put my fingers to the ancient stones that wild-men drug over to the empty fields, that we call stonehenge--even if I wasn't necessarily supposed to. Magic would bring the dancing and the screaming, sacrifices to my ears--or a market--my heart could solve the mystery.
My heart could tell you what it would be like to be buried in a mountain of new-hewn stone, and watch it decay as you did, watch time decry your immortal monument to the heathen Gods. My heart could tell you what it was like to hunt and be hunted, to search for Satan when all you had was ointment in your pocket and a prowling cat in your poor little yard. To watch consuming flame ruin magic forever for a city of people, because they were afraid and prejudiced against something so basic, so necessary as magic is to God.
The hungry moon on pale white sand as your feet touched water that may've seen thousands of things you'll never know, that man will never know. Crabs sneak over it, leaving indents in that sand. Wind whispers through the thin, dry grass as you close your eyes and feel it.
The rearing crags of Scottish castles, looming as they breathe old air on you. Ghosts hiding in the corners while people take selfies, pale eyes gleaming in the shadows the tourists ignore. Tombstones of troubled kings and mischievous barons: my heart would shake their hand, and warm their welcome. My heart would know, as soon as my feet touched the stone and my hands met the hearth, what it was to live there, what it felt like.
I have always wanted adventure. I notice that all the pure-bred ladies we study now, and admire, have that in them--it is not so shameful to dream. And that is good, for I so dearly love to dream and hope and wish and touch.
One day, I'll take my Kingdom, and we'll travel 'round the world, with God as my companion, and magic laughing in my wild heart.
"Oh brave new world/'Tis new to thee."
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