Pan & Red

This light was so blinding.
Little Pan blinked.
He got up, and mechanically pushed away the tip of his hood tickling his nose. Where could he be? His eyes quickly got used to the light. A fountain. He was near a fountain. The water was clear, and its sweet and pleasant murmuring seemed to cool the ambient air. He made a few steps around it, observing the statue in its center. The faun spitting the transparent liquid was finely sculpted in a milky white granite. At his side hung a flute.
He blinked.
Little Pan opened his eyes wide.
He did it again.
The boy turned his head away, frightened… Where was he? He looked around him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothingness. Absolute vacuum. His eyes could not settle on anything except the fountain. Around him, it was not black, nor light, which blinded him in his wake ... but NOTHING. It was indescribable… like trying to imagine fire evaporating.

She hid her eyes with her hands, preventing the light from burning her green eyes.
Little Red blinked.
She got up, and mechanically pushed away a lock of blonde hair from her cheek. Where could she be? Her eyes quickly got used to the light. A huge fountain. She was near a beautiful fountain. The water was clear, and its sweet and pleasant murmuring seemed to cool the ambient air. Some spume floated down on her forehead, which did her good. She made a few steps around it, observing the statue. The faun spitting the transparent liquid was finely sculpted in a deep black marble. At his side hung a wooden flute. Yew wood.
He blinked.
Little Red opened her eyes wide.
He did it again, frowning.
The girl turned her head away, frightened… where was she? She looked around her. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothingness. Absolute vacuum. Her eyes could not settle on anything except the fountain. Around her, it was not black, nor light, which blinded her in her wake... but NOTHING. It was indescribable… like trying to imagine water burning.

Little Pan came nearer the fountain, and climbed onto the stone edge to be at eye level with the faun. He looked into his eyes with a hint of challenge, as if he was saying:
"Blink your eyes again, if you dare." As an answer, the faun stretched, making the little boy fall in the water. Lifting his head and wiping away the drops in his eyes, Little Pan slowly touched the hooves. The stone was warm. The faun continued his gym as he remained motionless for ages, then he closed his mouth and swallowed. The rustle of water ceased. He looked at the boy and smiled.
Little Pan nodded and removed his hood. The faun answered with a bow. Little Pan smiled. He didn’t know where he was, but he was not alone.

Little Red came nearer the fountain, and climbed onto the smooth stone edge to be at eye level with the faun. She looked into his eyes with a hint of challenge, as if she was saying:
“Blink your eyes again, if you dare.” As an answer, the faun stretched. “Wow…” the little girl whispered… She stroked his arm. The stone was hot, burning. The faun continued his gym, as if he had not moved for centuries, and then he closed his mouth and swallowed. The rustle of water ceased. He looked at the girl and smiled.
Little Red nodded. The faun answered by touching lightly her white hand with his black lips. Little Red smiled. She didn’t know where she was, but she was not alone.
The faun seized her hand.

The faun showed him the horizon. Little Pan looked, but saw nothing but the fire evaporating. He gave the faun a questioned look. The Faun shook his head. He stretched his legs, and jumped from his base. Then he beckoned to Little Pan to come on his shoulders. The boy complied with it, without really knowing what he was doing, like in a dream. He felt lighter. Once on the muscular shoulders ofthe faun, the latter ran... and jumped into the vacuum.

The faun showed her the horizon, with a broad movement. His arms were muscular and hairy. Little Red looked, but saw nothing but the water inflamed. She gave the faun a questioned look. The Faun shook his head, jingling the bells in his hair. He stretched his legs, grabbing one by one his hooves, and jumped from his base. Then he beckoned to Little Red to come on his shoulders. The girl complied with it, without really knowing what she was doing, like in a dream. She felt lighter. Once on the shoulders of the faun, he ran... and jumped into the vacuum.

They did not fall. The faun knew what he was doing. They went from one fountain to another. When the base was not occupied by a statue (which was not always a faun) he took support on it and rushed. They seemed to pace up and down a wide world, where everything seemed empty… or too full. From time to time, they met another couple, always the same… another spring-loaded faun, with a sleeping child on his shoulders. And they continued to jump, straight ahead. The child opened his eyes. He raised his head. There was a sky. Many stars lit it up. Even so, it was daylight. There was also a great crescent moon, which cracked the blue with a wide smile. The other couple followed them now. Or rather, the two fauns were running together, running exactly the same gestures. They moved with grace. The two children looked to each other and smiled. Without changing their movements,the two fauns did the same. They did not know where they were going, but that dream was light, and divine.

Here is Pan et Rouge, translated in English, for one of the University I'm applying to.
I don't think that any one of you guys is gonna read it, 'cause it's the same story, but if you do so, you would find a few changes...
It always surprises me how a writing sounds different when it's translated... more liquid.

i have to say that i'm impressed by your english lad! then you were right, i did not read it again, but still good job ;-)

xD