Day Dreamer's Travels
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
809
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Day Dreamer's Travels
Day Dreamer’s Travels
I sat there on the hearth staring into the flames as I always did, thinking. Thinking, I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Wisps of thoughts floating out of my mind as quickly as they had floated in. I was bored. Bored of everything around me. Bored of what I did, who I saw, bored of my everyday life. I needed a change. I needed to go away.
So I did.
I packed up my things and I left. I told no one. I didn’t know where I was going; I was just flying as the wind blows. I had taken my prize horse. The two of us, we together, would travel around for I knew he wanted a change as well. We rode on not caring when or if the road would end. At night we sheltered under the sky with only stars and moon for light. Still on we traveled. Interesting sights we saw. Friendly people as well. They too needed change.
Shadow and I treaded on until we stopped at such a beautiful sight. We had come to a most magical place. We had arrived at Stonehenge.
The splendor before us was bathing in the blood red sunset behind it. Shadow and I thought of no better place to spend the night. We sat on the ground. I was using him for support while I sketched what I could of the stones.
As we drifted off to sleep we felt the vibrations of the stones. I truly understood then how much effort it took to put together the great structure.
As morning came Shadow and I awoke to find that although the sunset we saw last night was grand it was nothing compared to the spectacular sight before us now. The sky had bright colors of pink, blue, and yellow that reflected against the clouds. We stayed until the sun rose completely before we took to the road again.
Three days ride later we came to the ruins of a grand castle. As it turns out this grand place happened to be Camelot. I walked around the stones and up a grand staircase. Noticing as I went several ghosts of those who lived here before.
I was being careful and tried to avoid bumping into the specters when one took my hand in hers. Instead of an icy chill one would assume a spirit would give, her hand was warm as if she still lived.
I had barely enough time to blink when I found we, the phantom and I, were standing at the waters edge of an ocean. I turned to ask her where we were and how we got there only to find she had disappeared. I looked around me to try to calculate where I was when something on the water caught my eye.
Just then another haunt came before me. There was no time to ask questions for I found that again I had walked nowhere, but was in a different place. It was an island. Not just any island though, it was the Holy Island. It was Avalon. The immortal at my side led me through a long hall and into a bedroom. She bade me rest. A simple request like this is nothing to question, but I did anyway. For when she told me to rest she didn’t use her mouth, she used her mind.
I listened to her and I rested.
I awoke with a start to see the embers of my fire dying. I stoked the coals to send the fire ablaze and added more logs. Then I sat watching the flames snap, crackle, and pop. I was thinking again, as always. This time my thoughts stayed in my head. I reached for a pen and notebook. This should be an interesting tale, I thought and began to write.
The End
I sat there on the hearth staring into the flames as I always did, thinking. Thinking, I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Wisps of thoughts floating out of my mind as quickly as they had floated in. I was bored. Bored of everything around me. Bored of what I did, who I saw, bored of my everyday life. I needed a change. I needed to go away.
So I did.
I packed up my things and I left. I told no one. I didn’t know where I was going; I was just flying as the wind blows. I had taken my prize horse. The two of us, we together, would travel around for I knew he wanted a change as well. We rode on not caring when or if the road would end. At night we sheltered under the sky with only stars and moon for light. Still on we traveled. Interesting sights we saw. Friendly people as well. They too needed change.
Shadow and I treaded on until we stopped at such a beautiful sight. We had come to a most magical place. We had arrived at Stonehenge.
The splendor before us was bathing in the blood red sunset behind it. Shadow and I thought of no better place to spend the night. We sat on the ground. I was using him for support while I sketched what I could of the stones.
As we drifted off to sleep we felt the vibrations of the stones. I truly understood then how much effort it took to put together the great structure.
As morning came Shadow and I awoke to find that although the sunset we saw last night was grand it was nothing compared to the spectacular sight before us now. The sky had bright colors of pink, blue, and yellow that reflected against the clouds. We stayed until the sun rose completely before we took to the road again.
Three days ride later we came to the ruins of a grand castle. As it turns out this grand place happened to be Camelot. I walked around the stones and up a grand staircase. Noticing as I went several ghosts of those who lived here before.
I was being careful and tried to avoid bumping into the specters when one took my hand in hers. Instead of an icy chill one would assume a spirit would give, her hand was warm as if she still lived.
I had barely enough time to blink when I found we, the phantom and I, were standing at the waters edge of an ocean. I turned to ask her where we were and how we got there only to find she had disappeared. I looked around me to try to calculate where I was when something on the water caught my eye.
Just then another haunt came before me. There was no time to ask questions for I found that again I had walked nowhere, but was in a different place. It was an island. Not just any island though, it was the Holy Island. It was Avalon. The immortal at my side led me through a long hall and into a bedroom. She bade me rest. A simple request like this is nothing to question, but I did anyway. For when she told me to rest she didn’t use her mouth, she used her mind.
I listened to her and I rested.
I awoke with a start to see the embers of my fire dying. I stoked the coals to send the fire ablaze and added more logs. Then I sat watching the flames snap, crackle, and pop. I was thinking again, as always. This time my thoughts stayed in my head. I reached for a pen and notebook. This should be an interesting tale, I thought and began to write.
The End