The Art of Rebellion

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, which formed the canopied veil above the heads of the tiny quaint village of Lovelyville.

For many years the midnight dance remained the same, people grew accustomed to the lovely sight in the sky, and they admired its wholesome beauty. Sometimes they sat up late to watch and dance along. Then gradually the people in Lovelyville started to notice a difference in the shades of purple above their heads. Every night, for a while now, the shades appeared to be a little different than the one before, then the next and the next.

Maeve was an exceptional artist. She lived in a small home with her parents and brother Rolf. While Rolf was free to run about like ordinary teenagers, Maeve was confined indoors. She had been born with a rare and abnormal pigmentation in her skin. She was allergic to sunlight. Sun allergy is a broad term. It describes several conditions that cause an itchy rash to form on the skin after being in sunlight or other sources of ultraviolet (UV) radiation. Polymorphous light eruption is the most common form of sun allergy.

Hers was not an ordinary allergy though. If she ventured outside, as she had learned the hard way, Maeve turned invisible, felt light headed, could touch nothing, and floated away up into the sky.

One midnight the cloud had peeped in her window and saw her diligently staring up the sky as she did every night. Every night she wished that they would cover the sun for a little while every day, so she could walk outside for a while. Maeve just wanted to know the feel of nature and catch a butterfly so she could feel alive. The purple cloud promised to help with the aid of the sky. It would take them a while they told her. It was their secret, no one else up here or down there should know about it.

No one knew the reason for the change in the clouds and sky at midnight, except Maeve. They were spinning a vast canvas of cloud to shield her for a few hours every day. As a result of their fiddling and finagling, the world of colors became even more beautiful than it was before.

Every night the colors within the clouds got brighter and brighter, more vibrant and beautifully hued. Sometimes they sparkled with a glorious effervescence of shooting starlike particles. At other times they completely changed the tones of the purple dancer clouds, lighting up the sky with a vast kaleidoscope of colors occurring between red, blue, purple and violet. Spectral colors beyond blues and purples formed a full mind boggling and daring spectacle, confusing the senses and delighting the eyes.

People stood night after night and pondered the one hundred and forty plus variations of the purple shades. Thistle, Plum, Amethyst, Magenta, Mallow, Electric, Rebecca, Veronica, Orchid, Heliotrope, Psychedelic, Pizzazz, Red-Violet, Purpura, Mulbery and Pearly. I could gladly go on and on.

They even saw the color Tyrian for the first time. This was the first purple pigment which was discovered in 1200 B.C.E, and was instantly associated with money and luxury. They were delighted.

Lovelyville you see, was comprised of the very best artistic minds in the land. From here the entire world came to view, adore and purchase the works of, not only the famous, but the aspiring, the extremely talented, the mad, the flamboyant, ostentatious, animated and delectably delightful. Here in Lovelyville, no one scoffed at, ridiculed or found fault, all were on equal footing, it mattered not your worldly or artistic standing. People were, simply put; happy.

Beyond the purple cloud and blushing sky, the Gods stood looking down on the mortals smilingly composing their unique portrayal of the world around them. They saw how wonderfully mortals captured nature, landscapes, animals, people and life in general, how the beautiful still life portraits delighted the inhabitants of the simple dwellings down below. The Gods began to feel abandoned. How dare these elementary lowly beings forget who they are. How dare they bow down to their own awesomeness and ignore their creators.

The hearts of the Gods knew jealousy. It was an awful thing to behold. Maeve and the clouds became very worried.

The Gods looked away from Lovelyville and saw the other villages. They too bloomed bright with camaraderie and success. Smithville, where blacksmiths toiled cheerily, whistling happy tines. Vocalville, where writers formed a happy family of writers, Literaryville, where books lined the shelves of homes, as writers and publishers worked with great delight. Fashionville, clothes and fashion flourished beyond compare. Beautyville made the body and homes fragrant with the scent of flowers and plants of extraordinary varieties. Every Ville as far as they could see, were happy and cheerful, prosperous, flourishing and ebullient.

So the Gods devised a plan. Every night when purple clouds and blushing sky distracted the onlookers, black cloud and unabashed sky would silently slip in below and steal all the purple paints, along with any color that could possibly comprise the color of purple, away from Lovelyville. In the other Villes, they would steal this and that and the other from the people who made things.

Confusion soon started to reign in all the Villes, without purple, people were not happy with their work. The problem persisted and continued for so long, that some people gave up and allowed their dreams to die. The other Villes had the same problems. They were losing people to other faraway places like Give-up-ville, where dreams went to forever sleep.

Each Ville decided to visit each other and discuss the problem. At first, they pointed fingers and started to blame one another. Arguments escalated, fights broke out, heads were smashed, noses were broken, and some people lost teeth. Someone even bit someone's ear off. There was talk of someone dying, but thankfully the person survived.

The leaders of all the Villes met, discussed and decided that it made no sense. Each Ville had nothing in common. They were all occupied with different occupations and vocations. They must all have one common enemy, but who could it be?

"I know what to do". Elder Mulberry of Lovelyville offered. "Let us hide someone in the workshops at night, while everyone else goes out to enjoy the midnight purple dance".

All the other elders agreed to this very simple plan, since it was at or around midnight that things went missing.

Midnight came around and the representatives from each Ville hid in the workshops.

Imagine their surprise when they beheld black cloud and unabashed sky come creeping in, upon dark cloud rode a Demi-God. This being was cloaked within the cloud and invisible, only visible when it came out to purloin the art supply and other supplies of other Villes.

Demigods are transcendental beings that live in the Mortal World. Demigods come in a huge variety and can display a wide range of unique abilities.

The people hiding said and did nothing. They reported back to the elders, who would make the final decision on what to do.

The next night the elder of every village hid themselves in the workshops. As soon as the demi-gods floated in, they jumped upon the clouds and grabbed a hold of them.

Unfortunately, the clouds all made a beeline for the home of the Gods way up above the clouds, taking all the elders with them. They yelled and shouted. The people all looked up to see what the commotion was about. In the moonlight they saw arms flailing and clouds rising.

The next day all was revealed and understood. No one knew what would happen next. Would the elders be returned unharmed.

Meanwhile, poor Maeve would have to wait much longer than she had hoped for her chance to walk outside by day. The cloud and sky were caught up in the commotion above, and Maeve was forgotten for now. She realized that she had to wait for a while longer.

We all have to wait and see!

In the next chapter.

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What am I supposed to do with purple dancing clouds and blushing sky except have fun with funny words and things. I find myself giggling and unable to be serious.