The Village Beyond Time

 The village Beyond Time

The Sparkling continent that has creatures running until Taking flight. The

luxuries of the mist as other come in search of glory the rest pass by in awe the

wonders that are the creatures that exists talking birds that tell the time , tell the

direction give advice. Smell the aroma that is sweet. The Man an the other three

emerge triumphant. By wanting more what is there that we will seek after the end

of this escapade. The journeys that await as one finishes so the other starts, stark

contrast out line the glitter of the environment, the zone filled with zones. The

zeal that connects the many character. They are spirits that are souls meaning when

the pass by how can it not be magical. The spirit worlds as so many.

Jump onto the space , that which encompass and gives direction, in need of

navigation. The newness that fills each corner. The smell of adventure, Smiling

sunshine that does not set is the heat to much as always that is not possible as

this place does not know night, when asked the place speaks and says it is

unfamiliar. That is the place where the adventure never stills. Pirates hunters,

heroes that conquer villains yet villains have a voice too. Fairies and vampires yet

these bloodsuckers are not really dangers. There is some danger but no more

danger than an animal in the wild, so these vampires have their own space of

operation and no one s bothers them.

Boxes of emeralds that are sacred treasures, protected from fires , heat, water and

even the earth element. It should not touch the ground. A round object rolls on the

roadway, the travelers stare as it approaches, a silver looking ball, what's this a bubble that captures, now these travelers are rolling in a bubble down into the

forest. A pine tree in front they close their eyes out of fire the bubble leaps up into

the sky soaring high above, air balloons also in the sky and the talking birds smile

and cheer as this too is part of the days merits. What do we make of this, someonea sked the bird, the bird looks in excitement, the miracle of rays of sunshine

that are what controls our motions dependent on the time, as the tune of the

clock has a harmony, Pay for the rest he says, ah well that should be enough, pop

goes the bubble, and the travelers fall on the clouds yet they slip through as

clouds are water like and only one traveler knows how to swim, he begins

swimming from cloud to cloud as a cricket jumps from blades of grace, on and on

he goes , on and on, he goes, jumping higher then lower, then he stops and drink

the water that is in the cloud, ever so cautious as not to drink all of the water and

fall to the ground in a scary plunge.

He leaps from cloud to cloud.

Give what is it you have, the other reluctant take he says, swords pulled out ,

three way battle the victor no one as they all lost but somehow alive, passed out

the awake on the ground, someone hopping through the clouds.

On the ground they are tired and exhausted these warriors fall asleep. Travels

now pass them by recalling the events that took place, well it is a good thing we

made it alive, yet this is the world of living so onward we go.

The ships dock on the shore , they alight and embark onto the port, off to the

tavern , they go and eat of their fill drink and make merry the delightful creation.

The towns people happy listening so attentive to the tales of them that are free ,

who are unbounded and propel towards all four directions in search of what they

will find as what the find is always of great value.

The finding in a treasured box, that map that is glowin for them that see it. Kept

neatly in the house, not many know of it, it will not be taken by the owner yet

will be given as that is good, who is worthy , who can take this prized item, might

it bee to much for the one who is undeserving, drunk with its magic the evil that

awaits. Yet it is safe downstairs in the attic, the man farms daily , yet he sells not

his produce this is for him and he delights in the solitude of being in the farm the

trees make hime happy, day after day he spends time there. The person that leaps

from a lower cloud, stumbling into the garden, what is this.

The tavern ever so loud the voices echo throughout the land as music to the ears

of them that are in tuned