I was thinking about my dream scenario, what would it be? Hmm Okay let’s see:
In a tavern, let say
somewhere in a small village in England, CW Lewis and JRR Tolkien were having
an afternoon chat. They occupied the biggest table at the center of the tavern
where all the people could see them but the drunkards around them didn’t care.
They went on talking about the parallel world that they created in their
novels. While Tolkien bragged about Middle-Earth and how the brilliant idea
formulated in his mind, Lewis in other hand nodded in agreement and
congratulated him. Then he went on and shared about the world of Narnia and
asked Tolkien if creating a character name Aslan was cool. Tolkien said that
the idea was great and he could create Aslan as a huge talking beast. Lewis
agreed and said that it would be interesting if instead of having an untamed
animal he would settle having a prudent Lion that was wise and gentle in which
Tolkien happily approved.
Later on a smart
looking woman with a blonde hair appeared from the door, she was wearing a
black suit and Manolo Blahnik killer high heels. The two men looked at her and
invited her in. She introduced her self as JK Rowling and told them that she
was strolling around Hogsmeade and she ended up in the Tavern. But they didn’t
know where Hogsmeade was located and so she explained to them that Hogsmeade
was a place she created in her Harry Potter Series. Tolkien and Lewis were
fascinated and they urged her to talk about it for awhile, Lewis even asked
Rowling some questions about witchcraft and wizardry because he was thinking
about creating a witch villain that he wanted to call The White Queen. Rowling
ordered a drink but since it was a Tavern and most of the people who came here
- with only have one thing in their mind and that was to get drunk, there was
no way they served ladies drink, so she asked for wine instead. When the wine
arrived, Rowling took a small sip to have a taste of it, the wine was delicious
and she was satisfied. She smiled with her eyes closed savoring the wine on her
taste bud. When she opened her eyes, she saw a petite older looking woman
entered the Tavern, wearing a black ensemble, closed neck dress with a cameo
pinned at the center of the dress right on the breast area. The woman was
probably in her seventies with her shoulder length grayed hair and feline grace
as she walked toward the group. The three of them looked at her and noticed how
commanding she was despite of her age. The entire room went silent as if the
time stopped as she moved to the table but then the drunkards were mindless
people and they went on with their businesses and the tavern hovered with the
same chattering again. The woman stood next to the table and looked each of the
three faces who were sitting around it. Rowling looked at her musing, the old
woman made her thought about a timeless character in a dark novel. Rowling was
awed.
The old woman looked
at her and met her eyes, she smiled at Rowling and her eyes gleamed with the
wisdom that she carried within her, as if the old woman lived for thousands of
years that nothing in this corporeal world would shock her. Her eyes flamed with
the Lighthouse of Ancient Egypt, her movement was graceful like the aristocrats
of old Rome and the lines in her face showed the knowledge she probably
acquired since the fall of Jerusalem. As if, she was there at the very meadow,
sitting among the Jews, listening to the son of God Yeshua when he told his
teaching.
Then the old woman
cleared her throat and introduced herself. She said her name was Anne Rice and
that she was also a novelist who wrote fiction and fantasy novels about
vampires and werewolves and witches. Tolkien and Lewis beamed with excitement
and asked her to join them and she did. She sat beside Rowling and while
Tolkien lifted his hand to call for a waiter to take Miss Rice’s order, Rowling
took the liberty to introduce everyone on the table. A bald man with a big
tummy approached and took Miss Rice’s order and she told him that she have what
Miss Rowling was having. The waiter bow his head and left.
Rowling said that she
knew her; she went on and told Tolkien and Lewis that Miss Rice loved to write
about dark characters from the myths and legends of the old and that she had a
natural gift in descriptive writing that whatever she was writing about,
regardless if its from the ancient time or the present, her skills would bring
those times to life in the pages of her book. It had a powerful effect for
readers; Rowling went on, “transcending effect” she said. Miss Rice bow her
head in humility with Rowling’s praising her and gave the younger woman her
most sincere gratitude.
To be continue....
