Gabi's+fantasy

Discovered at last fantasy sample by Gabi 1/4/2011

There once was a place which no man had ever seen. No dirty footsteps in the sand, no mysterious items in the water. Somehow word reached humans’ ears though, and they sought to find it obsessively and without rest. But they could not find it, and although they bit into stone with metal blades, and rode their horses around the world, they eventually had to give up. No one can find it now, for a shadow of doubt has come across your minds, and without determination and self assuredness, you have lost any hope of discovery. You have lost the spark of possibility that you possessed the possibility of finding Atlantis. Even as you read this, you ponder the whereabouts, but you can not believe that you will really find it, and so it is already lost to you. You say to each other that the city is covered in gold, and precious jewels adorn the trees. You say that the fruit here makes you immortal. You have no idea what it looks like. You have fashioned it to what you most desperately desire. That is not the truth, unfortunately for you. The huge city was a blinding sight; it was like a real living paradise, glittering blue water, the color of a cut sapphire, cream colored sand stone, and gold. Huge towering mountains of gold, every small round sand stone house gilded with gold. It shone beautifully in the sunshine, and it seemed to guard the city at night. If you closed your eyes you could smell every scent. The Sweet grass, and cold water, the fragrance of burned incense and budding flowers all lingered on the air. You could even smell the very life, clean, but in a natural way like pine trees after a storm. You could even taste things on the wind, cooking food, strange and tangy fruits, and almost the very sunshine itself. The city was like a dream, blue skies, naturally colored buildings, and outside the city, hills and sand dunes, almost always leading down to the pond, which was really more of a small fresh water ocean, for it was huge, not pond like at all. The emerald colored grass was lined with tall willowy trees, whose trunks were brown and white, and always friendly looking. There were great oaken carvings, to welcome, not to keep out, and numerous great dogs wondering around, keeping the plants and other animals safe, and returning to their home and family at the end of the day. At night, it was never a terrifying dark, always the kind of dark that carried heavy sleep on its black swirls. Enough sleep to send even the most awake to a deep dream. The inhabitants are strange, though, completely out of place in this paradise. They have long pointed ears, predatory eyes, stronger than people, faster than people, willowy frames, thin and fierce. They have always been a couple decades ahead of humans, they have things you can’t imagine. Magic, and wings for a start. They are tricky. Whatever they say, don’t follow them, it’s always a trap. You can’t hide from them, they can see more clearly than a hawk. Their teeth are wolfs teeth, and they can hear your heart beat, and smell your emotions; they are like the end of humanity in strange silky clothes. They are like pieces from a confusing and slightly terrifying dream when they first come down from the sky. They say that they don’t want to hurt anyone, and you believe them, because their voices are like a half remembered song, beautiful to hear. Their eyes are saying that they would never let you die, or be in pain ever again…