Matica’s Dreams #6
We have now come to the end of our mini series: Matica’s Dreams by Gigi Sedlmayer with this 6th and final instalment. It’s been a real pleasure having Gigi over on my blog as a regular contributor of guest posts. The complete series of Matica’s Dreams can be found under the category section: Mini Series. I do hope you enjoy this final episode.
Grinning mischievously and thinking of Talon, how they found his egg, now a long time ago; how she raised him to become the great and mighty condor he is now, she closed her eyes. And there she found herself lying on Talon, feeling his soft feathers under her cheek, flying high up over the Andean mountain and flying directly toward the pearly, misty white moon. It was eerie for her to see the moon becoming bigger and bigger that it nearly filled out her vision. It looked white and huge with black lines crossing everywhere over it. What is Talon doing? she thought. We can’t fly out to the moon? Can we?
Next she saw Talon’s face directly in front of her, as he bend back his neck and looked at her, grinning mysteriously and tilting his head and looking at her with big eyes. Then he blinked his eyes and opened his beak, as if he would show his teeth – as if he would have some – or as if he would start talking to her. He grunted instead and let his tongue fall out. It flattered in the wind.
She shook her head, not understanding, what is happening. How can Talon look at me like that, when I’m on his back? What is he up to?
Finding herself lying on Talon once more, they flew towards the ever becoming bigger moon.
She stared at the milky white moon ahead as it became fast larger, wondering why Talon is flying out to the moon, but she let herself carry away. When they were really close, so close she thought she could touch it when she would stretch out her hand, a fracture appeared at the moon crust. She followed the fractures with her eyes as Talon looked back at her and grunted, his eyes big as plates, as if he would say, look out. It’s coming now. ‘What is it? What is happening? What is coming, Talon?’
Looking back at the moon, she noticed that the fractures were spreading over the whole surface of the moon crust and become wider. She actually could hear the cracking of the cracks and flinched. Even Talon flinched, not flying closer anymore.
Talon hovered and watched. To Matica he looked as if he was excited. Of what? Matica wondered what would come out of that. ‘You know about that?’ Talon nodded.
Another crack followed and another, crisscrossing the moon crust. They also became bigger and wider and then big, black holes appeared where the moon crust was before.
All of a sudden the pieces they were left of the moon crust fell away and disintegrated into the atmosphere. One big piece flew directly into the line where she was hovering on Talon. Instinctively she bent to the side, as Talon ducked away and out of its trajectory. The piece soared past them with a singing sound. Then the moon cracked open, split into half.
Matica wanted to jump up and scream out: that can’t be, but then she remembered where she was, laying on Talon. Then she yelled out: ‘Talon, fly away. Disaster will follow. One of the pieces will hit us. Go, fly.’
But Talon stayed where he was, fascinating himself of how it unfolded in front of them. So was Matica, glued to the spot, watching.
As they watched, the excitement grew in both of them. ‘What is happening now?’
Amazed they watched the transformation of the moon, as Talon still hovered, hardly flapping his wings.
By now no moon was left, instead a huge, white ball fell out of the moon, falling, falling until…
Talon nodded, as if he knew what was coming.
Matica breathed in with open mouth, stunned, shocked and surprised what was unfolding in front of them. Matica yelled out, ‘Wow!’
Talon grunted a strange grunt and nodded. It was a satisfied grunt, as Matica interpreted it, as if he knew what was unfolding in front of him and was happy that he could have a part in it and see it.
The white ball unfolded itself.
First a long white neck immerged with a bright red beak. Elongated legs fell down with broad red claws. Next it unfolded huge white wings. The wings were so huge, that they stretched out over her whole field of vision.
It screeched. Talon answered it. It bent its neck toward us, nodded and screeched again.
Talon, excited, flapped his wings, screeching continuously, as to great the huge white bird, because it became a wondrous bird.
Talon looked back at Matica and nodded, a huge grin on his face.
Then, very slowly the huge bird flapped its wings, one beat after the other and flew away, away from her and Talon.
She screamed out, ‘Wow, that’s amazing.’
She woke up from her daydream and her own yell and looked at the rising milky white moon. It was still there, it hadn’t transformed into a huge bird.