Mine eyes have looked upon an anomaly in the lands, a difference, a newness which has na'er been seen. Whilst upon my daily flights, scouring the realms for portents of the coming incursion of Chaos, I saw it. Nestled within a green vale, surrounded by snow-capped white mountains, a hamlet.
Seemingly sprung from the bowels of the earth over night, the bustling village was teeming with activity. My curiousity got the better of me, forcing me to land and perch upon the gold enameled bell tower of the church in the center of the community. From there, I saw it all, the school children playing in the yard; the merchants hawking their wares; the knight-guards patrolling the walled circumference surrounding the city. There was even a small festival taking place in a grand palisade toward the south end of the place, where the residents cavorted and partied with wild abandon.
But amidst their seemingly happy and jovial exterior, there is a sense of wrongness, of a hidden threat, which seems to pervade their thoughts, even in the midst of their daily lives. Their eyes are tinged in fear, and from time to time, if you observe closely, they quickly glance to the high mountains nearby, pursing lips and wringing hands.
There is a mystery here, in the midst of their white steepled homes, and revelling atmosphere. A mystery that should be solved. But not, I think, by me.
I returned to my vigil, flying away from the place, certain that mortals of the land, in their wandering and adventuring ways, would eventually locate the place and decipher the conundrum.
I have greater concerns to worry about.
Posted by Navarre at July 1, 2003 12:37 PM