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Midnight Dance

A Tale of Magic and Adventure

By Nikki ClamPublished about a year ago 6 min read
The Dark Midnight

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a time of magic, a time when the world was not as it seemed. Mariana knew this better than anyone.

As a child, Mariana was fascinated by the purple clouds that appeared every night without fail. She would sit by her window, gazing up at them in wonder, watching as they swirled and twirled in the sky. But it wasn't until she was older that she began to understand the true power of the purple clouds.

One night, Mariana decided to sneak out of her house and follow the clouds. She wandered through the fields, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building within her. When she finally caught up with the clouds, she was surprised to find a group of dancers already there, moving gracefully to a music that only they could hear.

Mariana watched from the sidelines, mesmerized by the beauty of the dance. It was then that she noticed a woman in a dress made of stars, who seemed to be leading the others in their movements. The woman looked up and caught Mariana's eye, beckoning her over with a wave of her hand.

Mariana hesitated at first, but something inside her urged her forward. She joined the dancers, feeling a sense of belonging that she had never experienced before. As they moved in unison, Mariana felt a strange energy building within her, as if the dance was giving her strength and power.

From that moment on, Mariana became a regular at the midnight dance, learning new steps and becoming more and more connected to the magic of the purple clouds. She felt as if she had found her true home, her true family. And all the while, the woman in the starry dress watched over her, as if she were a guardian of the dance.

As the years passed, Mariana grew into a woman, but she never lost her love for the purple clouds and the magic they brought with them. She continued to dance every night, feeling the same sense of wonder and joy that had captivated her as a child. And the woman in the starry dress remained a constant presence, guiding and protecting her every step of the way.

But as Mariana would soon discover, there were others who were not so welcoming of the purple clouds and the magic they represented. Forces were gathering, threatening to extinguish the dance forever. And Mariana would have to summon all the strength and power she had gained from the dance to fight against them, to protect the magic that had become her life.

Mariana Dancing Under The Purple Clouds

As Mariana continued to dance among the purple clouds, she noticed a change in the world around her. People had become fearful of the magic, and rumors of a group of hunters who sought to destroy it had begun to spread. Mariana knew that the hunters would stop at nothing to end the dance, and she felt a growing sense of unease.

One night, as the dance reached its peak, Mariana caught sight of a group of figures in the distance. They were moving swiftly toward the clouds, their faces twisted with anger and fear. Mariana knew that they were the hunters, and that they meant to destroy everything she held dear.

She tried to rally the other dancers, but they seemed frozen in fear, unable to move or act. It was then that the woman in the starry dress stepped forward, a look of determination on her face. "We will not let them take what is ours," she said firmly. "We will fight for the magic."

And with those words, the dance changed. The movements became sharper, more focused, as if every step was imbued with a fierce sense of purpose. Mariana felt a strength within her that she had never known before, and she knew that she was ready to fight for the magic.

As the hunters closed in, the dance erupted into a flurry of motion. The dancers moved as one, a force to be reckoned with. And Mariana knew that they would not be defeated. They fought with everything they had, calling upon the magic of the purple clouds to aid them in their battle.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the hunters retreated, defeated. Mariana collapsed to the ground, exhausted but victorious. The other dancers gathered around her, their faces alight with joy and relief.

But Mariana knew that this was only the beginning. The hunters would return, she was sure of it. And they would need to be ready.

As she lay there, catching her breath, Mariana felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see the woman in the starry dress, a look of pride and affection on her face. "You are the guardian now," she said softly. "You must protect the magic."

Mariana nodded, feeling a sense of purpose settle over her. She knew that she would fight for the magic, for the purple clouds, for the dance that had become her life. And she knew that she would never be alone, as long as the woman in the starry dress was there to guide her.

From that moment on, Mariana took on her new role as guardian of the purple clouds with a fierce determination. She trained tirelessly, honing her skills and preparing for the next battle. She knew that the hunters would be back, and she was ready for them.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Mariana grew stronger with every passing day, and she felt a sense of purpose that she had never known before. The other dancers looked up to her as a leader, and Mariana felt a growing sense of responsibility to protect them and the magic they all shared.

And then, one night, the hunters returned.

Mariana was ready for them. She led the dancers into battle with a fierce determination, calling upon the magic of the purple clouds to aid them in their fight. The hunters were stronger this time, and the battle was more intense, but Mariana refused to back down.

In the end, it was a close battle, but the hunters were once again defeated. Mariana collapsed to the ground, exhausted but triumphant. The other dancers gathered around her, congratulating her on a job well done.

But Mariana knew that this was not the end. The hunters would continue to return, and she would need to be ready for them. She also knew that the magic of the purple clouds was not limitless. If they continued to use it in battle, it would eventually be depleted.

Mariana knew that they needed to find a way to protect the magic, to preserve it for future generations. She spent weeks researching and studying, trying to find a solution.

And then, one day, she found it.

There was a way to protect the magic, to harness its power and channel it into something that could be used to protect it. Mariana knew that it would be difficult, that it would require all of their skills and knowledge, but she also knew that it was the only way.

And so, Mariana led the other dancers in a new dance. It was a dance of protection, of preservation, of love. As they moved, they channeled the power of the purple clouds into a new form, something that would serve as a beacon of magic and hope for generations to come.

And as they danced, Mariana knew that they had done it. They had protected the magic, and they had preserved it for the future. She felt a sense of peace settle over her, knowing that the dance would continue, and that the magic of the purple clouds would never die.


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Comments (5)

  • Heather Hublerabout a year ago

    I'm so glad the magic was preserved! Mariana showed such strength and determination. I admired her spirit. A very enjoyable read ;)

  • Hannah Mooreabout a year ago

    I wondered if Mariana died that first battle, and was remade in the magic.

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  • Holly Pheniabout a year ago

    This is a very unique and well told story! Subscribed.

  • Loryne Andaweyabout a year ago

    This reads like a lost fable. Wonderful 😄

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