So here I am. Sitting in my wonderful internet-laten LAUNDRY ROOM! I have been working at my new NORM job all week thus far and now finally have the time to update. Sorry for the wait.
I have worked out that my first draft is nearly 1/2 done! I think that I am still on the steepest part of the hill. When I say half I mean A 6th, I am half done with the writing, not the editing, the art, the revising, producing and the legal shit. Well here is another istallment. I have been on a strain of tired, so please forgive the typos, and errors, for whatever it’s worth.
A New Adventure
It had been several passes of the moon since my meeting with the King of Flowers. I had sat at the crown of a hill to the furthest and highest side away from the Great Dark and the dreadful stair that stole my hope. It was fall now and perhaps the need to nest had gotten the better of me. I sat there while long days turned into short and while the nights grew ever longer, shimmering with stars.
I had began to feel whole again, though when I felt almost as full of hope and rest as I could I noticed something empty there inside me. It was something I lost, but what I could not guess. So to maybe fill my thoughts I slept and dreamt.
The breeze was cool and carried the sweet scent of harvest about it. It was filled with all new currents of fragrance from the new bloom down in The Sea. Sleep was fast upon me.
The hills shot up and turned gold and brown and with a mighty gust the sky had been drown abruptly from the pink and yellow to a growing endless purple. Grass stood higher and a wild spark was everywhere to bee seen. The beasts were prowling and not playing. The horizon was not filled with trees and play places but continued on from my vantage point, on and on in a great roundness.
I stood. I crept. I did not want them to see me. The cats and wolves were all about, hunting friend hare despite me.
“I must grow up and bloom, and stop all this doom, yes all this doom,” I whispered.
I grabbed up and lashed forward and with a whorl the stars fell into my grasp. I held tight a long beam of a sun that warmed some other lonely place. It swirled with light and dropped motes of sparkling energy about like bits of dust or down.
Sliding down the hill the great cat and wolf looked to me, snarling and raising claw.
“My fangs are sharper,” I cried, “and I command you to stop this nonsense at once!” They of coarse did not listen. They took to both sides but fear I did not feel. When their paws slammed down there was a great clatter, as a thousand piece wave of prism sprang forth and caught the paw before it reached me. I spun and turned and rounded a bend face-to-face I stood with wolf. His breath was hot and steam rose out, and with a yip he sprang forward. Lurching I swung and the wolf lay cold deeply in the bracken.
They tears fell down as finally I came to the hare I knew so well. He panted and jumped and could not speak, and a murmur was all I could muster. The faint patter of paws could be heard behind me and now in front as all the animals had come to see the one who had slain their master. I cried and fell to my knees, with all the eyes upon me.
I ran and ran to from the beasts as they snapped and bit at my feet. Through none of the places I knew before and on and on I had to go. The flight was long and finally I came to a great silent place where the trees had made a shelter-like dome. I crept inside and tumbled with fear into a great bed of wild red roses. The thorns stung and bit be everywhere and my blood was as their petals. I wept there in the silence until I fell asleep.
I awoke again, deep in my forest. The sun shot through the breaks in the trees and made for patches of yellow butterscotch warmth. Rubbing my eyes I rolled over, and I realized I was back home, but far from the hill where I slept. How long have I been here, I thought.
Standing up I caught a glimpse of a fiery red gem through a path. A shaft of light fell upon a glade deeper even in my woods. Walking down I found that I was not scared, or wounded, hunted or hounded. I was home and safe and found somewhere new.
I came to the glade with a glee I left at the edge of the Great Dark that fateful day, weeks ago. Wiping my eyes, for I could not believe what stood before me, I blinked. Taking a step into the light I kneeled down and took in a deep breath of light and fragrance, and finally recognized the brilliant, reflective, rose. It was the most beautiful flower I had ever seen, and I fell in love immediately with its grace and passion. Its surfaces were made from glinting rocks that had streams of jewels flowing from through it. Little stars had seemingly been caught inside its petals, but they still managed to dance and sing within.
I reached down and placed my hand upon the silky stem. I could feel the thorns sink deeply into my skin and I pulled the flower from its fine dirt home. Holding the rose above my head, I stood. The sun glimmered and a wave of pink dust floated by. Then I sat down. I sat with my admiration singled in on only one of my subjects, all the others faded away.
The ending is giving me quite a bit of trouble so any input would be great. I think a rivisoin of some of the language is called for, we will see in further reditions yet to come.