I have been working on a little story for some time. I add to it every now and then. I know that the world needs more light, truth, and beauty, and if I can produce even a tiny glimmer of that, then my imaginative effort is not in vain.
In the spirit of taking the risk, and trusting that someone may read what I share and connect with it, or ponder the questions raised, I am sharing some samplings of a few chapters.
The prelude I have already shared on my blog, but you likely missed it. Read that HERE.
Read Chapter I HERE.
Chapter II
She stepped over the threshold and onto a mossy grass. Her feet gleefully sank a little under her weight into the soft, mossy soil, which seemed like floating after the harsh, hard tunnel. She glanced behind her to see the door close, and no handle was on this side.
Sights, sounds, and scents awakened her as if she had just slept for weeks. Birds chirped, trees towered taller than skyscrapers, and an earthy scent made her breathe deeply of the clean air. A soft mist covered all the distant views, so she could not see if the tunnel went this way or that way.
Everything felt old. The trees were wide, tall, and had limbs that branched outward toward the tops. She walked underneath them as she went deeper into the forest, looking up at such giant beauties. It wasn't a normal forest, she could tell. As she walked further and further from the tunnel she could see twinkle lights far away, but they were high above ground in the trees. Inhabitants?
The ground was soft and moist, and maybe not ideal for homes. She wondered. The beauty of the forest was undeniable, especially in contrast to her experience of the white tunnel. Everything had lush earth tones and the air had a misty coolness. She headed toward the lights, like a moth to a lamp, even though she knew not the potential danger she may be inching closer to.
A sudden whistle rang out in the air around her. It wasn't a bird. Though it sounded sweet it caused her to become very aware that she was a trespassing stranger.
She halted and held her breath when a man stood before her with his bow and arrow drawn. She made no attempt to move. Her eyes were wide with fear, but he lowered his bow.
"You need to come with me, quickly. It is almost time." He said.
Somehow she found her voice, "Time for what?"
He didn't answer, but led her toward the lights, "Please hurry." He said.
He looked like an elf of a woodland realm, but she thought that was a frivolous imaginative image. She hurried to keep up with him. Her loafers and modern clothing seemed odd against his earth-toned vest of silky fabric. Old and new, in contrast.
They at last reached a gate that he opened, and they passed through to a grand, tall tree that had a spiral staircase which wrapped around the tree trunk, circling up higher than she could see. He urged her forward, to climb the stairs. She did so, and he followed. She dared not stop to ask questions, so she kept going until after several minutes a platform suddenly opened up in front of her and she was able to take in the scene high above the ground.
Then, a strange and unexpected sound came to her. The sound of fierce, rushing water.
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