I lived in a land forgotten by all. A desert surrounded by
mountains. A land without time. Without hunger or thirst. A land that had no
ailments or disease. If you climbed a mountain you could see the never ending
sunrise on one side of the world and the never ending sunset on the other. A
land that truly strikes the sense of awe. But despite this unique beauty the
land lacked something no man could live without. There was infinitely enough to
keep one occupied for a thousand lifetimes. But there was one thing this land
lacked. Companionship.
So giving up the gift of eternal life this land granted me.
I went out in search of someone to share my one lifetime with. So I walked the
land. Walked for years but never aged. I eventually came to something I had not
seen before in this land. Water. Pools of water. Perfect shaped circles of
water. In the confusion of this new spectacle I didn't realize how close I had
gotten and I fell in. I gasped out of fear. But breathing in the water had not
killed me. I kept going deeper into the water. Soon leaving the light behind.
In the darkness I felt for anything. Anything other than water. The deeper I
went the more I feared where I was. But with that more curiosity. Soon I felt
something. Bubbles of air. I went deeper and deeper. Faster and faster.
Soon I found myself in a new world. After walking out of a
forest I saw ruins from an ancient civilization scatter the land. A people that
were no longer there. Had I, in my own private world, outlived humanity? Surely
not. There must be someone alive. I thought. At that moment my stomach had
growled. A sensation I had not felt before. I soon came across some fruits
growing on vines against the ruins. I took a bite and the sweet taste filled my
mouth. After I had eaten enough to maintain my hunger I continued searching the
ruins. I had grown tiresome after a long while of searching. I found a place to
lie, and fell into a short sleep.
When I had awoken I realized that the more time I spend in
this world the more I showed the traits of a mortal. I knew I had to hurry with
my search. I knew that I wanted to live with someone; not to die with someone.
I had to take whomever I find back to the world I was from.
I had come across a set of ruins while aimlessly thinking to
myself about the curiously aging subject of time. The ruins were of an old
library. Upon entering the library a colorful book crossed my eye. Unlike the
other books this one was without dust. I opened it and find it is an
encyclopedia on various flora and fauna found in the region of the world I was
in. I looked up after a period of reading and noticed a bird. I flip to the
page where I noticed the bird and read the sound of its call before giving a
burlesque impression of it. To my surprise it had called back briefly before it
left.
I jumped at a cacophony of shattering glass and darted my
eyes around the room. I quickly reserved my equanimity and in my native tongue,
called out, "Who's there?" But with no reply I walked around.
After walking around I had quickly found what the glass was
that had been shattered. A window! It was from a window! Not knowing where and
when I learned the word I looked at the beauty of the other surviving windows.
It was then that I noticed what had shattered the window. A rat was lying on
the ground with a capricious twitching. It had fallen from a perch it made
amongst a ledge on the outside of the building where it crashed through the
fragile and thin glass.
I had taken the rat and bird as a good omen, that of life
still thriving on this world. With this Elysian viewpoint forerunning my next
actions I climbed to the roof of this tall structure. I yelled for the whole
world to hear but it was to no avail. After my long fit of shouting that would
have taken little to become a tirade I climbed down. It was dark by the time
all this had gone down.
Tiredness had sunk in and I lost my sobriety. I tried to
remain awake watching the rythmic dances of the fire I built. It was then, that
I noticed my shadow, and she was beautiful. Watching me from the other side of
the room. When she realized my intentions were not Svengali she began ogling me
amorously. It was then that we began our tête-à-tête with the smoke of the fire
wafting through the air.
Early in our conversation she seemed rather stoic but with
time she began to smile. I could tell she was rather learned, that is, not
boorish nor lowbrow. I told her of the world from which I came she was clearly
engaged in what I had to say. After describing the gifts my world presents she
gave my world a name; Panacea.
She told me the small group of people she was with had died
out years prior to my arrival from a disease she, luckily, did not recieve. We
soon drifted off into a blissful slumber. When we had awoken we began
traversing towards the pool which had given me access to this world. While
walking we noticed a flock of birds going the opposite direction as us, not
unlike a raft traveling upstream. She mentioned this happens before the
temperature rises every year. Upon hearing this I remembered something from
where it came, I know not. It is around spring and we are in an area not far
north of the equator. When she saw me thinking she muttered an esoteric phrase
that nearly flew by my head. "Having fun in your cloud?" I responded
simply yes watching her smile. She was a quintessent example of happiness,
despite the state the world was in.
We walked close to a large forest containing myriads of
trees. When she realized I planned to walk into it she was enraptured with fear
and dismal feelings. I told her the pool was not far ahead in this forest. I
could tell this did not assuage her fears so I sat down on a rock and asked her
to explain why she did not want to enter the forest. She responded quickly with
"the beasts will get us." It was not hard to realize she was not
being facetious so I asked "what beasts?"
She told me of a creature I had not come across in the books
I found in the library. They had green scales like a lizard, but it stood on
strong supporting legs like a wolf or large feline. They had claws that had
suction pads under them like a gecko but because of their size they were also
supported with strong and sharp piercing claws. Normally they climbed and
jumped from the different tree branches hunting for birds or smaller reptiles.
Their tales were also strong with supporting muscles that allowed them to sleep
hanging from branches or lower themselves onto an unsuspecting rodent. They
normally do not bother men because they avoid leaving the forest, but are an
unfortionate demise for those who wander into the brush.
Living out of the forest seemed purely unnatural to my
ideals. But to some tribes wearing clothes seemed an unnatural appurtenance
when our thoughts of their nudity would seem the same, like how she and I view
the forest differently. I conjured my most glib tone and persuaded her to come
into the forest with me. I told her the distance to the pool was not far,
nearly an infinitesimal distance if you were to look at it from the clouds.
After a short walk we saw the pool with some things drinking
out of it. Those things were the beasts! We hide behind a bush where we see
one, slightly larger than the rest, approaching the pool slowely and most
ostentatiously. The beast reveled at how the others moved for him to drink. But
one of them did not move and the proud beast had an unrequited response by
picking up the smaller one by the neck and tossing him out of the way. The
smaller one whipped his tail at the beast who caught it in his mouth and while
being moved around a fair amount a large piece of the tail had been bitten off.
Another of the smaller beasts helped their leader and bit the leg of the
turncoat. Now limping as he was ostracized by the group a few of the beasts who
had missed their last meal jumped at the opportunity and took a bite as he
lands at the edge of the pool, and they received very little struggle. As this
happened she screamed alerting our presence to the beasts. They began climbing
trees and jumping to branches above us. We raced towards the pool but one of
the beasts jumped at her. It bit her leg and I kicked it off. We keep running
towards the pool where we dive in before the beasts catch us. They are biting
below the surface of the water and one knocks in the injured beast and it falls
nearly without life above us. As we swim down further her leg began to sting
and she cried out in pain emptying her lungs in a few large bubbles. I looked
back and saw this and began pulling her down with me. At that moment she seemed
to slip out of life and I knew it was hopeless to continue further. I then saw
the injured beast begin to struggle as it sunk past us. I grab it and swim down
with it to the world from which I came. My recent loss had made my decisions
rash.
I made it to a point where I just seemed to float up to what
became the surface of my home world. With the beast in my hands, it was kicking
with new life and I thought about the dire thing that I had just done. I set it
down fearing what it would do I backed away but it just stood there all calm
and tame as though a trained house dog. It seemed that saving the life of this
beast earned me a new friendship. Quid pro quo. For an eternity this would -
will have to do.
But I'll never forget her. On our first night during our
conversation she told me her name, Callele.
Callele asked me my name before and I told her I knew not if I had a
name. She dubbed me Neo, which is now the name I will always call myself now
while living in my home world which seems almost new to me now. Callele will
always be in my heart. I think of her sometimes while the beast, now named
Dinsee, runs vehemently with great energy and pride through the mountains of
this world.
By: Kylan Walker