but
he missed. Again he swiped, ripping at the edges of my clothing; I turned,
holding onto the thought of escape that felt so far away; he tripped, landing
head first into the ground below in a rather squeamish exhibition. I continued
running, as he tried to regain poise. I did not know where I was, but all I
wanted was to escape. I ran as far as my legs could take me, becoming breathless
I slowed eventually collapsing to my knees in exhaustion. I had never been so
scared; I went out to find love and instead I found hatred. Sadness pounded out
at my vulnerabilities, I cried as like a thousand hearts broken, lowering my
head in defeat.
The world around me closed in, my
senses shrouded in a silent mystery. My shoulders slumped aback, seeing the
world through the droplet of a tear. I laid my hands upon the ground wishing
that my roots left in my life would rot away giving me a chance for a new
beginning.
The twisting of trees brought me
from my glum composure. Raising up my head all but the slightest, I could see
the trees unwinding delicately, revealing an opening amongst them. I stood up,
taking cautious steps forward, my face dampened by the revealing of my pain.
“ The Gate ”. I yelled, in a
sudden rush of enthusiasm.
No longer with due care I ran
towards the gate that towered above me. It looked as though silver, strong and
glimmering in the exquisiteness it held. Between the silver frame blackness
held tight, not permitting any form of light within. I was urging myself
closer, admiring the stone work that arched above. Grasping the handle I swung
it open, taking one last glimpse behind me and then I passed through.
Chapter 5
It seemed like afternoon, the sky
was an unusual shade of pink, soft looking clouds occasionally passed by
floating in whichever way the breeze would take them; free to roam the world
until their burden became too heavy.
The moon enormous in the skyline,
you could see the debris shining around it, lit by the glow of the sun. The
stars were clearly visible, some more than others even though it was daytime.
I was atop of a baron mountain;
from where I was stood it seemed like a walk down that would last the rest of
my days, but most likely and I hope, that is merely an overstatement.
Looking down, I could see a large
city in the distance, smoke gushed from the chimneys of many homes. I walked
around for a short while, trying to decide upon the best direction. There were
a few possible paths, but most seemed to lead me to a hasty conclusion.
I took a moment to catch my
breath. I was thankful to be here, even though I did not know where here was;
but at the very least I was away from whosoever was attacking me.
There was a sweeping slope to the
side of the mountain; this was the way I had decided was less dangerous than
the others. A few moments on the trek I had to be steady on my feet, but
compared to the sheer drops that lay in wait on the other paths, this was a
much more of a desirable way down.
Reaching the foot of the
mountain, I looked back up; it did not seem as monstrous as it did before. In
front of me there was row after row of farms, the sides of which had small ditches
where water flowed for irrigation. Each row had a different variety of plants
growing lusciously; but they all had something very distinct in common, they
were very vivid, a lot more so than the land I had become accustomed to at
Malkaretz, or even Yilesul.
The harvest had begun, there were
large carts pulled by horses, laid about, slowly being filled. Women were
gathering all the fruit and vegetables in wooden baskets, and the men lifted
them up. The ground was impeccable, rarely could I see a single bad crop, nor
the sight of any ghastly weeds.
I strode by the working men and
women, some whistling repetitive tunes as they earned their coin for the day.
With a nod of the head, the workers acknowledged my existence, wishing me a
prosperous day.
It was a fifteen minute walk
through
he missed. Again he swiped, ripping at the edges of my clothing; I turned,
holding onto the thought of escape that felt so far away; he tripped, landing
head first into the ground below in a rather squeamish exhibition. I continued
running, as he tried to regain poise. I did not know where I was, but all I
wanted was to escape. I ran as far as my legs could take me, becoming breathless
I slowed eventually collapsing to my knees in exhaustion. I had never been so
scared; I went out to find love and instead I found hatred. Sadness pounded out
at my vulnerabilities, I cried as like a thousand hearts broken, lowering my
head in defeat.
The world around me closed in, my
senses shrouded in a silent mystery. My shoulders slumped aback, seeing the
world through the droplet of a tear. I laid my hands upon the ground wishing
that my roots left in my life would rot away giving me a chance for a new
beginning.
The twisting of trees brought me
from my glum composure. Raising up my head all but the slightest, I could see
the trees unwinding delicately, revealing an opening amongst them. I stood up,
taking cautious steps forward, my face dampened by the revealing of my pain.
“ The Gate ”. I yelled, in a
sudden rush of enthusiasm.
No longer with due care I ran
towards the gate that towered above me. It looked as though silver, strong and
glimmering in the exquisiteness it held. Between the silver frame blackness
held tight, not permitting any form of light within. I was urging myself
closer, admiring the stone work that arched above. Grasping the handle I swung
it open, taking one last glimpse behind me and then I passed through.
Chapter 5
It seemed like afternoon, the sky
was an unusual shade of pink, soft looking clouds occasionally passed by
floating in whichever way the breeze would take them; free to roam the world
until their burden became too heavy.
The moon enormous in the skyline,
you could see the debris shining around it, lit by the glow of the sun. The
stars were clearly visible, some more than others even though it was daytime.
I was atop of a baron mountain;
from where I was stood it seemed like a walk down that would last the rest of
my days, but most likely and I hope, that is merely an overstatement.
Looking down, I could see a large
city in the distance, smoke gushed from the chimneys of many homes. I walked
around for a short while, trying to decide upon the best direction. There were
a few possible paths, but most seemed to lead me to a hasty conclusion.
I took a moment to catch my
breath. I was thankful to be here, even though I did not know where here was;
but at the very least I was away from whosoever was attacking me.
There was a sweeping slope to the
side of the mountain; this was the way I had decided was less dangerous than
the others. A few moments on the trek I had to be steady on my feet, but
compared to the sheer drops that lay in wait on the other paths, this was a
much more of a desirable way down.
Reaching the foot of the
mountain, I looked back up; it did not seem as monstrous as it did before. In
front of me there was row after row of farms, the sides of which had small ditches
where water flowed for irrigation. Each row had a different variety of plants
growing lusciously; but they all had something very distinct in common, they
were very vivid, a lot more so than the land I had become accustomed to at
Malkaretz, or even Yilesul.
The harvest had begun, there were
large carts pulled by horses, laid about, slowly being filled. Women were
gathering all the fruit and vegetables in wooden baskets, and the men lifted
them up. The ground was impeccable, rarely could I see a single bad crop, nor
the sight of any ghastly weeds.
I strode by the working men and
women, some whistling repetitive tunes as they earned their coin for the day.
With a nod of the head, the workers acknowledged my existence, wishing me a
prosperous day.
It was a fifteen minute walk
through
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