The Colour of Time - Part 20

 

'Yes, you have heard right, little Dora;' the voice of the guardian said as the sky above and around them took the colour Navy. 'We have to say good-bye. And everything that is happening is all my fault.'

Trained on her travels and journeys Dora could feel the powers of a magical spell that was going on in the rocks and the flowers and the grass and the trees and the waters under the columns and the vaulted ceiling of the Temple of the spring and well of forecast around her.

No Flakemane, no snowlion, no dragon-faced guardian spirit. All she could feel and more sense than see were traces and slight touches of lion's fur and feathered wings.

A feeling of loss tightened her throat. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by memories of things she had experienced and lived through with the snowlion, even of things and events she was sure never happened.

'Good-bye?' she asked into the wind-whistled silence. 'But I am not ready to say good-bye, now that I have reached the end of the blue period of my days. There is still so much I can learn from you. You never told me where I can find the raindeers, the deer that dwells in the rain. And I never found out what the colour of time is - La Couleur du Temps.'

'Babel, after the tower tumbled;' the llama remarked looking at the ruins of a city that was once the Capital of the realm until the false pride of men made them reach out for the skies. 'They have build and climbed and flown too high. Too close to the sun in the sky.'

'But those are only fairytales in books written by rabbits;' Bromford replied. 'Let's walk on, animal.'

"World Before Bromford"

If your love were taken from me
Every colour would be black and white
It would be as flat as the world before Bromford
That's the day that I lose half my sight

If your life were taken from me
All the trees would freeze in this cold ground
It would be as cruel as the world before Bromford
Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down

Those men who lust for land
And for riches strange and new
Who love those trinkets of desire
Oh they never will have you


And they'll never know the gold
Or the copper in your hair
How could they weigh the worth
Of you so rare

If your love were taken from me
Every light that's bright would soon go dim
It would be as dark as the world before Bromford
Down the waterfall and I'd swim over the brim

Those men who lust for land
And for riches strange and new
Who love those trinkets of desire
Oh they will never have you

And they'll never know the gold
Or the copper in your hair
How could they weigh the worth
Of you so rare

Today is Saturday, the 20th of December 2025.