The Time Traveller ( FanFic of Howl's moving castle )

Star Lake

I suddenly feel sad when I'm leaving the star lake.
I've been living here for ages. My hair is dyed by the silver stars.
Yes, my hair is still white.
He said that was pretty. I still remember that moment when smile was blooming in his eyes.

We used to be a legend in star lake, a young lady in pure white hair and a wizard, like a fairytale.
I used to think we would not leave each other from now on, but I was wrong.
Mr Wizard cannot be tied by anything, including our romance.
He is like wind from the other shore; and I'm waiting in the river of time.
After very short meet at a tiny point, he will be gone with the twilight.

Like that morning, I found an empty drawing room when I woke up.
There was beautiful sunshine coming from the window.
I could see floating dust dancing in the light.
He was no longer sitting in that chair; I could tell that there was no breath of him.

He is gone, again.
My line of sight went out of the room, there was the garden.
The moving castle was left.



Village of Memories

I'm on my way of finding him.
I repeat this kind of game which is left by him time and time again.
He is like a capricious child, always playing at hide-and-seek.
I have spent most of my time waiting and finding him since I knew him.

I arrived this small village when the sunset coloured everything.
Warm orange flowing in my eyes, then the tears come.
This village is a microcosm of my dream life.
Old couples clung together on the stone stairs, smiling softly.
Can tell the wind is passing by.

A young girl walks over to me, with a basket of flowers on her arm.
“ Want some flower madam? ” ask that girl.
“ They are quite beautiful. ” I answer with a friendly smile.
“They are not just normal flowers, they are flowers of memories.” she keeps recommending.
Sounds fateful. Then I ask how much the flower is. The girl gets grave.
“ You cannot use money to buy memory, that’s profanity.” she says.
“Then how can I get one of them?” ask me.
“ Exchange madam,” she says “ you can use anything that contains your memories in former years to exchange.”
I lower my head to see if there is anything I’m holding has the exchangeability.
After consideration, I decide to give the girl my hair. Its growing with my mind and feeling.
I cut my long braid off and give it to the girl, then I’m given a indigotic flower.

Then memories will be recorded, read and reworded.
At reasonable time.



Dancing Town

The castle keeps travelling for quite a long time.
I decide to have a rest the day on which the flower of memory expires strong fragrance.
I choose a town at the seashore to land.

Music is swarming from the centre of the town.
I can see people crowd around the big fountain.
There is a royal dance party taking place.
Dancing pairs brimming the street, gorgeous skirts blooming like flowers.
Beer bubbles are boiling like celebrating a jubilation.

I'm standing at the edge of the crowd, watching the pomp.
The little boy who is standing next to me has pure black hair and comely face.
His white shirt makes him look tidy and immaculate.
He turns his face to me maybe because I keep looking at him.
“ Are you alone? ” He has clear voice, like a tiny stream flowing past the valley.
“ Maybe yes.” I answer.
“ Then, shall we dance? ” he offers his hand with a facile smile.
“ Thank you my little gentleman,” I say “ It's very nice of you but I've decided not to dance anymore.”
He seems disappointed.
I told him that I had a dream dance long long time ago, it was a sky waltz.
I took the strokes in mind air, holding someone's hands.
The town and throng of people was under our steps.
Music was performacing from the overlooked ground, people were laughing and drinking.
Nobody saw our dance, nobody was conscious of our dance.
But it was the most charming moment in my life.
I tell the boy that he will meet a girl on day, they will have a dance like that.
I tell him to keep the invitation till the girl appears.

The melody is over, all the pairs is getting back.
We get apart by the crowd.
The boy gets faraway, but I can hear his whoop faintly.

“My name is Howl, an intern wizard ! ”

I glaze over by the astoundment, but his silhouette disappear in the huge crowd of people.



The Moving Castle

Hey Mr.Wizard.
Did I miss you again?
Was that you there?
Am I travelling over the time to sow the seeds of memoris, so that you can catch every hint I leave?

The castle is flying in the clouds, passing the mountains and forests, towns and streets.
It is also passing the time.

When the flower of memory is breathing out blazing fragrance, it that the time I'm going to meet you at the point of intersection?

No matter where you are, no matter what kine of state you are, I will find you.

I will.

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