Magical Realism? UMMM...

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky.

Wait....back up. I reach quickly for the phone.

Meanwhile, I too am Googling, Wikipedia-ing and paging through the Encyclopedia (you young ones may not know what that is) to read up on Magical Realism. Never heard of it before, never even knew that it existed. My Cauldron had yielded no answer. If Cauldron couldn't help, then I really must need a stronger power.

First of all, I didn't see much magic in the stories that portrayed Magical realism. A few made up cities, a really wonderful story of a young girl's plight and such stories. Where was the magic. No fairies, no pixie dust, no witches that made for fantasy and wishes for wings to fly.

How exactly does dancing purple clouds and blushing sky fit in here?

Magic realism or magical realism is a style of literary fiction and art. It paints a realistic view of the world while also adding magical elements, often blurring the lines between fantasy and reality. Magic realism often refers to literature in particular, with magical or supernatural phenomena presented in an otherwise real-world or mundane setting, commonly found in novels and dramatic performances. Despite including certain magic elements, it is generally considered to be a different genre from fantasy because magical realism uses a substantial amount of realistic detail and employs magical elements to make a point about reality, while fantasy stories are often separated from reality. Magical realism is often seen as an amalgamation of real and magical elements that produces a more inclusive writing form than either literary realism or fantasy

There you have it. So, despite being called magical, one must just add a teensy bit of magic and a lot of realism.

I dial the telephone of Sultan Zoltar of Spears.

If anyone could help me, it would surely be him. He dealt in this stuff every day.

Ringgggg, ringgggg, ringggg. Answer the bloody phone Sultan.

"Hello, who dis, who u be wantin'."? It is your phone, so chances are, I am calling you dude.

"Hello, Sultan. Can you help me with my story of Magical Realism"? I ask hopefully.

"Magical what, what you talking about. Is this Zelda"?

"Yes, it's Zelda. Can you look into the crystal ball, amulet or skull or something. I am writing a story and need some help".

"Zelda, you a witch, why you asking me"?

"Just look into your crystal ball and tell me what you see". I replied in annoyance, if I knew I certainly would not be bothering this cranky old wizard.

"Ok, ok, hold your horses a minute there Zelda. I will take a look".

Zoltar grudgingly reached for the Skull and wand. He passed the wand over the skull, chanted, mumbled and sprinkled some eye of newt, and wing of bat on the skull. He drew the crystal ball forward and gulped in fear.

"Zelda, help". I heard over the phone.

"Are you ok Zoltar"? I shouted.

Out of the crystal ball poured purple clouds and blushing sky. Zoltar and his whole castle were lifted up, up into the sky.

"I know what it is Zelda. It's........."! The phone went dead.

The castle flew high over many lands, the cloud and sky showed Zoltar the true meaning of the Magical Realism of stories. He wished Zelda could see it for herself.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, when the castle spun in the air and flew far towards the west, headed for Zelda's coven. She was not home, so the clouds headed back to Zoltar's place.

Meanwhile, being quite worried, I had driven with great speed to Zoltar's castle. Neither the castle nor Zoltar could I find.

Now I had lost my mentor and his castle. I was no closer to solving the puzzle of Magical Realism, and time was running out.

Suddenly a great bird appeared in the sky. On closer inspection however, I saw what seemed like a very large house flying towards me.

Zoltar, I said to myself. He must have learned some new tricks.

Finally, I can get some answers about my question.