Where is Martien Ecrits? The Three Bears in the Magic Wood, Part Six

 I remained standing on the bridge as if in a trance, watching the clear circle completely disappear, until the entire surface of the pond was red. Mars red, or the red I would assume was how the planet surface appeared since I had never been to Mars myself. Over and over in my head the thoughts circled, he’s really leaving. I mean, he deserves a vacation, everyone deserves a vacation. But, where is he going and more importantly, is he coming back?


“So, are you just going to stand there as if rooted?”


I stood upright quickly and looked around me. The bear and puppy appeared to be asleep in the shade. The dragonfly was nowhere to be seen. That left the mysterious disembodied voice.


“What else can I do? I have no idea where Martien Ecrits lives so it isn’t as if I can go beg him to stay. It isn’t as if I could give him a going away party of any sort being that I don’t know how to contact him. So what could I do?”


“You forget where you stand.”


Disembodied voices are creepy and apparently a little dense. “No, I know I’m on the bridge of a pond that not only should not be red, but shouldn’t be here.” I spoke aloud as I tried to nonchalantly glance around.


“You won’t see me, and I’m not the dense one.”

Now I’m in trouble, disembodied voices can read minds.


The voice continued, “You are in the Magic Wood. A place where anything is possible and nothing impossible. Walk to the end of the bridge and look down into the edge of the water.”
Walking carefully I got to the end of the bridge and stepped off. Making my way to the edge of the water I looked down. There, just covered by water, was a stone the size of a golf ball, but not as round. It was clear but for the purple coloring that glowed within. Stooping down I reached into the water and picked up the stone. It dried immediately and began to feel warm. A soft glow formed and began to spread. As I watched the red cleared from the water, within minutes bringing it back to its normal coloring. Looking up I watched as the red peeled back, leaving the sky once again its crystal blue.


“Now that’s too amazing.” I couldn’t help but speak aloud as the stone absorbed the glow and began to cool.


“How could someone who has lived in the Wood all of their life, not know of its magic? How could you have missed that?” the puppy was awake and sitting on the bear’s head. The bear didn’t seem to mind though which seemed odd, but yes, I am in a Magic Wood and nothing is impossible.


“I really don’t know,” I had to be honest. “I have lived here all of my life, I have spent hours in these woods. I don’t know why I never realized the magic.”


“Or maybe you did, but shrugged it off as something imagined.” the disembodied voice. “We had to wait until you were ready to believe in magic once again. It is sad how human adults work so hard to kill the imagination in children when it should be encouraged and celebrated. But, now you are ready, now we can proceed.”


“Proceed in what?” I was really confused. Magic, Martien, stones that glow, I was ready to go home.


“In a going away party for Martien Ecrits of course.”


“And just how are we going to accomplish such a feat? Everyone is so spread out and I don’t know where anyone lives or how to reach them. So how, am I going to accomplish this party thing? And what if he doesn’t want a party?”


Can a disembodied voice smile? I could swear it smiled, “That, oh confused one, is what the stone is for.”

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About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Where is Martien Ecrits? The Three Bears in the Magic Wood, Part Six

  1. tylermyrth72 says:

    A going away party – excellent idea!

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