Eleanors+fantasy+scene

Eleanor's fantasy scene ** The Emerald Sword ** The girl stood somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Around her lay vast miles of drab, colorless wastelands. The plains around felt scratchy and rough as she sat down tiredly. She inhaled deeply, hoping for some scent she could trace. She could smell nothing. No fresh air smell, no stale, musty, and grainy odor, and no aroma of humans for miles around. //Very// strange. The plains gave off a somnolent, and abandoned vibe, like a tennishoe with no shoelaces, left rejected and forgotten without repair. The endless horizon made her tired body drowsy with looking at it for so long. She could feel her worn body slipping underneath the folds of sleep… And suddenly, she could smell it. Danger. Peril. Possibly mortal peril. Whatever you what like to call it. Just a small whiff, but enough to know that she needed to get out of this place, whatever, and wherever it was. The girl knew that this was not just a threat, a threat to get off the being’s land. It was not just a warning. No, this was real. She tried to leap up and flee, but her body wouldn’t let her. So sleepy, she thought, so sleepy… Suddenly, she could smell it again, stronger than ever before in her whole life. She was sure, whatever it was, it was closer, although she could see nothing on the horizon. Suddenly, she realized it. Nothing. Nothing was the monster, and nothing was the monster that was coming to get her... Gaster Prescan stood, sure he was standing in the middle of nowhere. He looked out onto the black, scorching road that lay in front of him. Gaster had been holding his thumb out for a ride for ages, and he still hadn’t seen one car come across the old tarnished highway. He sighed and began walking in one of the two directions he hoped went home. His worn boots sighed and squeaked as he trudged up the highway. Gaster had been taking the twenty-three bus to his middle school, when suddenly, the bus had broken down, and the driver vanished. He began walking then, although strangely, when he looked into the distance a couple of minutes later, the bus had already disappeared into the blurry background of the plains. That was one thing that Gaster hated about this place. It had no color. Even Gaster’s bright rubicund T-shirt had dissolved into a dull, sandy maroon. All of a sudden, something disturbed his thought. In the corner of his he saw something. A gleaming piece of emerald, or some type of green stone. He walked up to the now fully visible mysterious flash of color in this gray world. It was a sword. A brilliant gleaming emerald sword. Almost against his will, Gaster picked it up, forgetting anything around him exsisted. Only this. As his fingers touched the emerald sword, it flashed and flew up into his hand. It was made for him. He knew it. Now he had to go. “Where?” His mind said. “There is a girl in danger. She needs help.” He said out loud, his voice young and clear, and filled with power. Gaster began the long trek along the road, the part of his brain not taken over by the sword hoping this wasn’t the end.