This year, whether you’re young or old, try your hand at illustrating the chapters of this story, told in turn by six authors. And maybe see your drawing published in our magazine. This month, it’s Antoine, 10 years old, from Paris, who created images to go with Ximo Abadía’s words.
Boating on the lake
7. The door by Ximo Abadia
After walking for hours through the jungle, Itaki and Itipulco reach the foot of the volcano. Itipulco looks up at the crater, surprised. It isn’t spewing out red lava like the volcanoes he remembers; this lava is yellow. When they get to the crater, Itipulco looks down and sees a big spiral staircase disappearing into the volcano, hidden by the smoke. They climb down slowly. Itipulco counts the steps, but gives up at number 154.
When, at last, his feet touch the hot ground at the bottom, Itipulco is amazed at what they find. A village of small yellow houses, with yellow dwarves walking among them, and yellow trees, birds, lakes and fish. Everything is yellow. Suddenly, the dwarves kneel before Itaki, and the eldest places a crown on her head. Itaki is their queen. They have a welcome banquet, with great plates of yellow strawberries, matching cakes and yellow juices in myriad different flavors. Afterward, they play strange instruments and dance, until Itipulco falls asleep, exhausted, and dreams of his mother.
In the middle of the night, when the light of the moon strikes Itipulco’s face, a small carress wakes him up. It is Itaki. “Come with me,” Itaki whispers. They tiptoe out, but come to a large old wooden door that’s blocking their way. It’s huge: Itipulco has never seen such an enormous door. It’s adorned with thousands of drawings, which seem to have come to life. “I can only come with you up to here. I’ll see you later,” says Itaki. She hugs Itipulco and gives him a kiss. Then she disappears into the smoke. Itipulco is left alone. And then the door opens. To be continued.