Part two.

Isaiah grew strong and elegant with time; though he was shut away from the world outside. Having only of known life within the castle, he couldn’t help feeling more of a prisoner than a son to the Queen.
“Mother, dearest Mother, please allow me to go outside? For I desire so badly to see the silk blue sky and lie on the moist mossy banks in the castle gardens, I have heard so many stories from the other children, they say it’s quite magnificent!”
The queen turned her head to look outside, the sun beamed through its panes with a heat so warm it felt like the touch of an old friend.
Moving her eye contact back to Isaiah, the Queen sighed, “there is no use in in such trivial conversations my son, the outside world is of course with its beauties and magic, however its also littered with danger, evil, and sadness, you would be a fool to think I could ever allow you to wonder into harms way? My son, this castle has plenty for you to fill your mind with, and within these mighty walls you are free to dream and live as you like.” The queen turned back towards the window and gently placed her hands on it. A misty vapour left her hands and spread itself onto the window and like a rash it grew, winding its way up the panes, clouding the view from the world outside.
“Mother, stop! Please!” Begged Isaiah, his heart beating faster than he could ever of thought possible.
“I am doing this for you my son, I should have done this the day you arrived, a window is only a temptation as to what’s not within your reach. It would be cruel of me to allow you to spend your days pondering a life you will never have. Its the kindest thing to do. I do this because I love you.” she said, her voice ringing as disingenuous as the tongue of the devil himself.
Isaiah felt his dreams slip through his fingers as he continued to watch the spell crawling the many panes of glass, he told himself to remember as much as he could, taking one last look before it was all gone.
Fifteen and having not once been allowed anywhere but the rooms inside the castle, he new he was bound to be held captive if he didn’t choose to escape, but how? The King and Queen had been is family; his Mother had done this out of love right? It all seemed so puzzling to him, why were the angels daughters and sons allowed to explore the gardens, go on adventures to new lands? Why were the Queens other children allowed to go swimming in the fairy pools and great waterfalls that flowed from the snow-topped mountains? It wasn’t fair.
Isaiah faced the wall, turning his back to the Queen, as one single black teardrop fell from his eyes.
“You must be greatly mistaken Mother, there is nothing so special about me, I have no powers, I cannot fly, I am useless, and within this castle I am destined for nothing but to be your son.”
“Are you implying my boy, that to be the son of a Queen of the light is not good enough for your ambitions?” she said coldly, her words coiling around his body like a snake slowly killing its prey.
Isaiah paused for a moment, trying his upmost to prevent himself from speaking another word.
With the thoughts of the world he was now forbidden to see, Isaiah left his Mothers company and shut himself in his bedroom. Moving a heavy brown chest he pushed it in front of the doorway so he would not be disturbed.
Dipping is fingers in the many rich pigments of paint, he had accumulated on the floor; his eyes closed he put his finger on the canvas and allowed it to move in the directions it so desired. Flowing so easily and without fault, he created a snapshot of what he could remember the world had looked like; though only one painting, it was enough to make him never forget.