All down the streets Brigitta dances, joyfully and nonchalantly to the sound of the cappella melody played by the Piper. Her feet move willingly but with somewhat masked force, like her body is ignoring her better conscience. She twirls through thickets and emerald glades, never tiring. The jovial man, with his pure notes urges her on. And with his distinct refrain, pirouette are spun.
Up a mountain she ascends, farther from her village, in a sort of trance. Her feet still move in a playful jig, but now her heart really isn't in it. She looks back down into the valley; but where she once saw her home, she now sees acres of trees winding up the steep coloir, and blending into the sharp red-brown rocks she has just ascended with the still playing, still jubilant Piper. His song is drawing to an end and the other children, she sees have begun to slow their frantic frolic. She is now at the summit of this mountain. Her legs and feet ache, but it's a melancholy feeling, not a sharp pain. At the crest of the peak, smooth boulder lies in front of her, and that is all that is left to conquer.
The Piper too has stopped and takes the flute from his lips. He holds it behind his slim, neat figure and turns to address her and the other children. It's a motley group of perhaps twenty strong.
"Hello children," he begins. She can tell he's trying hard to sound friendly and amiable. The last syllable he says are always forced upwards in a giddy manner. "Hello, and welcome! I'm going to show you a wonderland beyond your wildest dreams. Where no grown up can tell you what to do- you can do whatever you’d like. "
The children around her smile and laugh at that. She must be the eldest, everyone seems young and naive. She’s twelve and would very much appreciate some liberty from the demanding commands of the controlling adults who dare to try and contain her. Her defiance is torn. She'd be free from the rules that monopolize her life, but she'd be obliging to the Piper, who seems, underneath his honeyed smile and beautiful music, deceptive. She sees it deep in his eyes, and hidden in his gait.
The Piper is contented with the eager shouts and turns away from the children. He taps the boulder's irregularly smooth face in a series of complex movements. The children gasp as the rock's center melts slowly away leaving them gazing into a green meadow that is bathed in warm sunlight and cloaked with a blue sky that is so cobalt it seems like an ocean floating above.
A glittering, psychedelic ladder spirals it's way up to where she is standing.
"Go on sweetie..." The Piper encourages, a bit impatiently. The other children wait anxiously for her to descend. She takes one last look at the natural beauty of her homeland and then starts to carefully step down the ladder into the superficial world that lies below.
Note: This story is loosely based on the Pied Piper fairytale.*
Imagery - I know this is just a prologue but I would still like a little more imagery. For instance, what does the mountain look like? Is it rugged? Does it hurt her feet? Is it smooth and slippery? Is there a red glow of the sunset making the summit glow? Does it have a particular shape? Is it a shiny silver? Or is it a dull shade of gray? You get the idea right? I would do the same thing with the ladder...Alright, so it's glittering and it's psychedelic (haha, I love you for using that word by the way!)...It makes it a little hard to picture. Is it made of rope or metal? Is it long or short? Is it waving in the wind? Or is it sturdy compared to the leaves in the meadow? It doesn't have to be in too much detail...I mean, it is the prologue...But, I'd appreciate being able to picture all this a little bit more ^_^...
