The Dancer II
Jamil the Artist’s Story
Once there was a heaven where all the gods were horses. This heaven was perfect and very beautiful. At least that’s what all the Horse-Gods said. All, except one. That Horse was looking for something more real, and if he dared say so, something less perfect. The other Horses made fun oh him for that. And, besides, these Horses couldn’t go anywhere else,. So, they might as well enjoy heaven.
This particular Horse-God tried to enjoy heaven a while longer. But, one day, he just knew that he had to leave. So, he used his mighty hooves to kick an opening or escape route from that heaven and ended up in another world. There, a Shaman took him as her Horse and cared for him for many, many years. Then, when the Chief’s son was old enough, meaning that he was a young boy, the Shaman, Little-Flower gave him her Horse.
Jamil, the Artist’s had dabbled in Magical painting for many years. One day, his painting caught on fire. And, a Dancer had fallen through that fire. Only her image remained on his painting. She had apparently passed through into another world. That fire had ruined his painting career. That painting had made him famous. He still sold paintings. Yet, even though his hands had healed from that fire, his paintings afterwards were never that good. They didn’t even come close. Jamil had become bored. But, painting was his life, so he continued doing that. Somehow, he never died. And, 100 years of being bored became really boring.
Then, one day, he felt that magic power again, even though he wasn’t painting at that time. It thrilled him. It brought that spark back again. The next thing he knew, he was one a stage. And, shortly after that he was meeting the Dancer and the Horse-God, and other yielders of Magic. He could tell right away that they were better at it than he was. Much, much better. So, why had they brought him here?
Apparently, each one had used their magic in some great way or ways. That had let them travel to other worlds by creating holes between them. But, those holes had stayed open. And, now those with no magic were falling through those holes. That was fine, but, they couldn’t figure out how to return. So, this handful of magic yielders had to return people to where they belonged and close those holes. And, they couldn’t do that without Jamil’s help.
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