There’s something I’ve been struggling with for a while now.
It’s pretty embarrassing. I’m not thrilled even letting it take up space in my brain, but sometimes problems just bubble up out of you, ya know? I don’t even know what to call it–I barely really know how to describe it–but I guess since I’ve already drawn attention to it, I’d say it was something like…
…I just can’t seem to catch up to myself.
Once upon a time…
In a land of golden, wheat-filled hills, where the earth smelled like rainfall and the sun cast thin rays through thunderheads; where the sound of wind whistled through grain stalks, and the grass touched damp against bare feet…
…there lived a man who was skilled with his hands.
A valley rested between two great mountain ranges, holding a golden lake. The lake’s water shimmered in the mid-day sun, and its waves crested rich and bright. All sides stretched into ivory sand, then to swaying grass, before ending at the trunks of tall, deep green pine trees. Their branches swayed in the gentle wind.
A short story featuring Xeno Alistel and his trusty companion, Rhiley Uran.
English