Red

For Steppe Lion that morning began as usual. He used to get up early while his relatives were still sleeping. He enjoyed the first beams of the rising sun. Those minutes were unforgettable. Dewdrops were trembling on the pearl leaves under the light breath of the fresh wind. Somewhere among those leaves Tiny Fairy lived. Steppe Lion screwed up his eyes with pleasure when her image flashed across his mind. He stretched and purred something light and cheerful. That was his morning. Meanwhile Tiny Fairy was admiring her reflection in the dewdrop decorated with rainbow of the breaking Sun. She did not see Steppe Lion but she felt his existence and that feeling filled her with power and confidence.

…Steppe Lion finished his morning cup of coffee and went outdoors. The city was waking up. Sunbeams were leaping from one window to the other one, sometimes they brushed against Steppe Lion in their merry flight. He was walking along the street and looking around in a wish to find the bright light of Tiny Fairy among the passersby. He was still cherishing his hope that she lived not only in his dreams.

Our hero got deep into his thoughts and did not notice that the city was changing. Heavy dark clouds covered the sky. The air became tense. It was getting difficult to breathe. Passersby were running back to their houses. It seemed that the air would clang right away and crack into the booming chime echo. Steppe Lion stopped to listen intently to what was happening. The city was in imminent danger. If clouds linked to each other and fell down, they would absorb the city and all its dwellers. Steppe Lion suddenly realized that the destiny of the city was in his own hands. He threw up his arms to the sky and almost physically he felt the great heaviness lay down on him as if all misfortunes of the world fell upon the city. Everything went dark before Steppe Lion’s eyes. His legs became soft and disobedient but he held his own. He was aware that a little part of him had been living in each dweller of the city. If everyone stood up and helped him, the darkness would disappear. But the dwellers did not hear his mute cry. So, he closed his eyes in determination to stand that way till the darkness crushed him down. At those last moments he felt neither bitterness nor despair, but light sorrow that he met Her only in his dreams…

The clouds got almost down to the ground. He kept on standing and did not see the tiny orange light flickering among the leaden clouds. That was Tiny Fairy. She was fluttering from one window to the other one. And people came to their senses, went in the street and stood next to Steppe Lion. He did not know that, but he felt that his strength was growing. The darkness was crawling away. It did not manage to realize its evil plan. When the first sunlight smiled in the windows of the refreshed city, Tiny Fairy bent her head on the breast of Steppe Lion. She whispered, “You’ve won!” “We’ve won!” He smiled. That was their morning.

Our dreams have great power. It is necessary to make friends with them. When we need their help and when our heart is ready to accept it, they will come true.