'What can we do to help the world the humans call the Real World?'
Miro asked this one blustery autumn day, when the leaves were turning bronze and orange, and gliding, sailing to the floor. One in particular, the veins standing stark and brown against a gloriously sunset orange caught his eye, and he watched it lazily spiral to the path.
'They do alright with small breezes, like this leaf, they grow, change, achieve wisdom, and then, quietly, they move on . . .' said Emma, who with a twirl of her wand, made the leaves dance frenziedly for a few moments in the conjured small funnel of wind, before falling to the ground, limp and colourless, as if exhausted, ' but when things are too rough . . .' her voice stopped.
'Yes, my point.' said Miro. 'When that happens in Mira we get help . . .'
The small group nod.
'Fareeja' whispered Camille'
'Could we get her to help the Real World?' questioned Miro.
Mirella shook her head, 'Unfortunately not. We asked her the last time the Real World was in turmoil and she found the portal closed to her. We have to seek for help nearer to home.'
'What of her companions?'
A pause.
'I have an idea' said Emma brusquely. 'Let me see . . '
It wasn't much later that Emma returned, her face ruddy with pleasure.
'We HAVE Companions in the Real World, you know - they just need to be called. We call them something else, but they are powerful in magic and love, and they can provide the hope and help the Real World needs' she announced.
The others look puzzled, all save Miro whose red hide started to shine brighter . .
'I know who you mean!' he exclaimed . . 'the . . '
'Yes,' said Emma 'the Miramagicians themselves! They are the ones who will rise to the challenge. Together. Some will respond immediately, and bring the magic of hope to a disaster zone; others will provide support from a distance, still others will plan their assistance, and more yet will provide the light and love needed to bring about hope and healing. '
'What can we do?'
'Call them, support them, and show them we care and believe in them'
'How do we do that?'
Emma smiled and from her backpack produced two items . . .
A heart, and a lit candle.
The Company beamed.
Mirella pronounced: 'While there is a candle or a heart in Mira there is hope for the Real World.'
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