Dance of Faith [Introspective Ficlet]

[Andrea]

Dance of Faith
By Andrea Sinisterra


This is just around 600 words long. ^^!

Author's Note: I started writing an introspective piece about Relena, focusing on her as a person, thinking of her ideals and her dreams...

This could very well figure as an original, but since I wrote it with Relena in mind, I decided to post it here.

I hope you like this, and I hope you can identify with this piece.

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Her laughter danced in the air around them, the breeze blew at her hair; sun spun gold waving in a veridical mimic of her mother?s tresses. Her lilting voice rang throughout the open fields, melodious as the bird?s medley, joyous as she raised thin, pale arms, dancing in circles with butterflies in her hair. The sun cast its light on her, creating a halo on her head, lighting up her blinding smile; making her eyes sparkle, a vendetta against the skies and oceans. So blue. So true.

The skies above blazed red, ivory clouds turning grey, purple butterflies shattered and slain. Yet, she still twirled in the haunting circles in tune with her laughter, her golden hair dancing its piece alongside her, gentle wings casting purple hues as they breezed.

Raindrops heavy as lead fell from the heavens, drenching the earth, drowning the life. It poured its distressed confusion upon the lands, upon her dance, wetting her face, wilting her hair. Slowing her circles, smothering the purple against the grass and stone. Her legs struggled as they moved, trudging on the mud, dirty and tired, fighting unceasingly against the tempest.

The fire sprang not long after the rain died, successfully igniting the wet land, over stone and grass, over purple and sand. In a ring of purple she danced, moving still, arms above her head, no tears in her clear eyes. Still, the girl danced to the rhythm of her heart, to the music of her laugh. She danced, her laughter echoed by the thundering waves in her ears, by the whistle of the breeze in her mind, by the whisper of the butterflies in her hair. She danced because there was no end, as there was never a beginning. There was just a moment in time, the moment when it all existed.

The fire kissed the dying earth, caressing the sky in crimson, like a lover embracing an eternal soul mate. It blazed around her, threatening, demanding a pass; evil as it tempted the purple at her feet. Still she laughed to the sky, moving in slow, struggling circles to the music in the world, aching feet against the mud, tired face against the heat.

The earth started drying at her feet, the fire started dying all around her, and over the horizon, beyond the black line at the distance, the light fought its way through. She danced still, hair against her back, smile proud at her lips. In circles, round and round, the crimson in the sky fading away into mirrors of her eyes, shades of pale oceans, majestic in their mystical folklore.

Faded at last, light anew, the purple at her feet rose in glory. Revived after pour and heat, survivor of the relentless rain and heaving fire: The dragons of west and east. The land weathered into life again, flourishing, nourishing, and veridical.

Her laughter danced again, drowning the medleys of beaks and feathers, succeeding the movement of light against the earths, faster than sound, truer than light.

Into the heavens, surrounded in purples, she rose. Laughing and smiling as the creature of hope she is. A fighter among the weak, a survivor among the victims. She is light in between the clouds; she is music in between the dread. She is the crystal of snow in the blazing fire, singing her life into the lands of men. She is the last color on earth, a foundation of hope among the ruins of hell; a protector on earth, persevering hate after hate, sin after sin.

And with her dance, she?ll lull the world into her step; with her laughter, she?ll walk the world into her wisdom; and with her light, she?ll lead the world into the truth.


The End.


Hope you understood the symbolism, and that you liked this ficlet! ^^!

[Morrighan]

Ooh!! This is awesome, Andrea!!! The descriptions were excellent! I could just picture her dancing in an open field...

*glomp* Great job!

[Caliborn]

Okay . . . I'm absolutely horrible at analysing, but I had to give it a shot. ^_^ I got that Relena tends to be the angel of hope, preservering through all storms and events . . .

And even thought earth itself seems turned against her, she still dances. Occasionally stumbling, but still singing. . . . clinging and protecting the purple that represented peace and love in the world?

Rain like lead . . . I thought of bullets. Warfare. Death and blood all around her and yet she still shone as a beacon of golden light for the people . . . And eventually, the war had to end . . . but she was still there and so, in a way, she triumphed. And the purple, the people that followed her, florished again . . .

I like the idea of perserverence . . . how, against all elements, there is still hope, still ight. And in the end it's the light, not the darkness, that wins . . .

So . . . was I close? Or totally off-base? *Sheepish look* I tried. ^_^;; Didn't go into quite as much detail as I might've because it's late . . .

Anyway, I liked it, with my own limited understanding of your intentions. ^_^ Great imagery no matter what . . . Wai!

[Lady Casper]

Wow this is great andrea...it reminds me of a book that i had read...umm Green Angel yea thats what it was..ummm by Alice Hoffman i think...still i think ya beat her by a long shot.

[Tomorrow]

::Chills::

Your imagery gave me chills; it was so fluent and eloquent, almost melodious. I LOVED this piece. Not only was it allegorical, but vivid as well.

My dad is bugging me to get off the computer, so I have to make this quick ::grumbles::

As for the symbolism, I think Caliborn hit it on the nose. However, I saw the purple as representing promise more than anything else: a promise of a future, a promise of victory, a promise of her eternal dance.

I have to get off before my dad blows a gasket, but I absolutely LOVED this.



~Tomorrow

[Padme]

I 've rarely ever seen such symbolism in fanfics, however I enjoy it more and more. I didn't know I was going to get an english lesson here! I think I understood it. I'd have to reread it, but I'll do that after I do all my other "real" work. You wrote it beautifully though, and the imagry sprang up in my mind.

But quickly because I cannot resist:

Her dance is the struggle for peace that she endures. Not matter what, she keeps doing it her own way.

The water and fire are both symbols of life and death. In my religion we are cleansed by both and born of both, however both forces can take life away.

I think you equated the purple and the butterflies. I'm taking the butterflies to be her dreams, which she looses after a little, but gains back in the end after her job is done. At the very end she rises into heaven and her dreams are left behind.

Purple is also the color of valor.

Ok, so there's my analysis for you.

[paxbanana]

Absolutely magnificent. The symbolic imagery was wonderful; it painted a beautiful image that left me breathless. The symbolic meaning of the fic was in-touch with the confict of the Gundam universe.

Lovely.

-paxbanana

[Calla Lily]

Since everyone else seemed to explain the symbolism within the ficlet, I'm not going to add anything more or that would be rhetorical of me. However, I will say that it indeed gave me chills at the nape of my neck, such beautiful imagery and creative description! Andrea, I always love your work.

~Lu.

[Andrea]

I'm starting to believe people almost always get chills when I write angst or drama. It's... thrilling!

I'm so pleased everyone understood and identified the different characters/elements throughout the story. They all may have different meaning to several situations, even though I wrote them with only one plot/meaning in mind.

I was just trying out something different. A different style from what I usually write, so I'm very, very happy you all liked it enough to say ALL those wonderful, beautiful things.

Thank you guys SO much. *hugs!*

[Mellie]

This little piece was just amazing! The symbolism was bold and daring, but it took to the right course in the pounding of a heart beat. It was quick, but it took careful reading to truly picture the series along side this ficlet. It was wonderful to have a short piece pack such an amazing punch! Keep up the introspective sides, you capture them in a new way. A way that is soft, subtle, but still molds itself to the meanings the reader may see.