Three Word Thursday #10

A few nights after the potion incident, on the night of the full moon, Timmy had a most peculiar dream.

He saw a lush verdant meadow speckled with all kinds of colourful flowers. He had never seen a meadow so beautiful before. Then, a movement on the far side: translucent silhouettes, almost like feathers wafting on a breeze, caught his attention. As the specious silhouettes approached, they took on a form of three beautiful maids in iridescent robes, all looking alike but each wearing a distinctive garland of flowers in her hair: daisies, buttercups, and violets. As they approached, Timmy could hear them singing, and what he heard was no short of isangelous. Suddenly the song ceased and the maids seated themselves in the shade of what would look like the back side of the old barn, the one where he had spilt the potion, were this one not brand new and painted in a delightful shade of chartreuse.

"Sisters," said Daisy who appeared the senior. "We need to pay attention. Our secrets are leaking. Some of our ancient knowledge appears to have ended up with humans again."

"But... our elders already shared the knowledge with some humans..." said Violet.

"True. We tried to live in comity with the human race but it never amounted to any good. Their interests were always so, so... sublunary. They just don't understand... " She paused a moment before continuing: "Some humans were different, though. And among those our elders selected the Keepers who were then trusted with the parchments. And they were to pass them on only to those who deserved to be trusted. Most of the parchments got lost over time... after all, humans' lives are so much shorter than ours, and the few remaining ones are well cared for. Still, it happens once in a while that something unexpected emerges, just the way it happened with the boy."

"Is he still in possession of the parchments?" asked Buttercup.

"So it seems. He stored them at the bottom of his cupboard after the incident and I think they are safe at the moment. I think he won't touch them for a while. In any case, he had better leave them alone for the time being. But this was a close one. He almost got it right. All he needed to do to make the potion work was adding a few drops of his own sweat. It would have a different effect from what he expected, though. Yes, we have to keep an eye on him lest he tries something else."

"He is such a perspicacious boy," Violet intervened, "Is it possible that he is one of the chosen?"

"Could well be. We shall see very soon. As we speak, I'm projecting the images of our meeting into his dream. If he wakes up and remembers, there's a good chance he is the One. Then it all depends on how he reacts to the revelation. We shall meet again on the night of the next full moon to reflect on the progress and discuss some other important issues. Now, sisters, it's time to..."

"... wake up, will you! Timmy!!! What's the matter with you? Get up and get ready for school! Cm'on, Timmy, don't play with me like this! Timmy?"

It took Timmy a while to realise this was no longer a dream and his mother was bending over him, agitated. He opened his eyes, gave mother a hug and said, "It's ok, mum, I'm fine. Just had a weird dream. Will be ready in a few minutes..." And, as usual, he hopped to the bathroom, humming.