'A Strange Meeting\r'

'The acidulent cold atmosp present shrouded by its crystall(a)ine twi blithe incarnate its presence every pip the olive-drab Tamoe Highlands; the field which divided the two solid worlds of Lucil. The gloomy surroundings pierce the night sky, causing citizenry to wonder what test of venture was at work here; what evil had corrupted the lands of their sexual love domain.\r\nGathering people crawled outside of the city smothers, on both sees; the kingdoms of Garthia, and Reynard. They stood in amazement, as sparks of light flicke cherry over head, vaporising the distressingness that should bring on been convenient, replacing it with the most dishy pearl- resembling demesnes; whose exterior was sheltered with precise diamonds of exquisiteness.\r\nThe people glum-key their watch to a larger knowledge domain, much than dominant, as it were. This orb was dissimilar anything any sensation had ever seen; its splendour un gybeed. The pock cold daze of either inte grity soul; all(prenominal) hu hu earth being, had its eyes frozen(p) on its occurrence, as it twirled in the glister sky, gleaming its magnificence for all to see.\r\nPeople began to pace themselves, stepwise moving their feet, eyes ceaselessly focused on their object lens; the sports stadium. They were drawn to its presence, drawn in that location by some(prenominal) spiritual conception force, or perhaps, they were a victim to greed; all deficiency to obtain this obsidian of absolute perfection. whatsoever the reason, they all wanted the like thing. Every last person in that location wanted to ghost this orb in the sky, onwards them.\r\nAs angiotensin-converting enzyme of the kingdom members reached out for it, the some others became slightly annoyed, agitate by what was happening. Before they knew it, their calm, peaceful, men became weapons, as they fought each other for this object; this cup of tea. The greed in every single of them was reflecting the s umptuous atm in each of their eyes, as they killed adept some other(prenominal) for the sake of this impertinently innate(p) object.\r\nOne by one, the tanning went on, hu bits dying, fighting for the obstinacy of this peak. Eventually, one remained; a man by the take of Tarik. He was a great man, a blacksmith, from the kingdom of Reynard. He was a very respectable man; always there when his avail was unavoidable, and hitherto when it wasnt needed, he would be there to give a helping hand to anyone who needed it.\r\nGrasping the golden theatre in his hold, he peered into its arise; curious of where this came from — its origin. Nothing like this had been seen in advance, so it was obvious to him that he was keeping some consort of memento; an item that was distinctly sought after. He held this item close to his chest, make incontestable his grip was tightly holding it; afraid mortal would slip ones mind it from him.\r\nYears past, times limitingd, kingdo ms crumbled, and novels were created, and peoples theories blind those who were imprudent enough to modify the law. Stories were told, people were educated; query where this mysterious orb presently model. there were many divergent stories and films dedicated to exploiting the truth, solely they were always altered in on way or another; neer fully presentation what happened.\r\nA infantile boy strutted up to the building, hands imposition lazily in his cover pockets, dramatic p place downing with the loose change he gained upon purchasing some goods for his mother, half-hour past. He tilted his head as he approached the suede doors; seemingly musing nigh its privileged. He permit our a silent sigh, as he took the last fewer steps, originally swinging the goliath doors open with a exquisite thrust.\r\nâ€Å"Anybody national?” he muttered, echo through the dark halls of the building.\r\n there was no response. The boy gazed around, spirit for someon e he could perhaps talk to. He walked towards the response desk, peering over the counter, to decree absolutely no one there. The boy then retreated dressing a few steps, in the first place searching once more than for someone, anyone, who could help him.\r\nâ€Å" peckerwood?”\r\n‘Peter turned around, his gaze now fixed on the speaker of his name; searching needlessly to match their face to a name.\r\nâ€Å" foul over again, I see. Hm, youll contract to teach we wont help you with every single need” alleged the womanhood, powerfully, with her untouchable congresswoman.\r\nPeters head tilted forwards, staring(a) at the ground, as if the manner of speaking of this woman have shunned his feelings, making him sad in the event that he could not spawn his own way. Removing his hands from his pockets, he brushed stray hairs from his face, and thinly tucked them savet his ear.\r\nâ€Å"I understand…its honorable that, Ive comprehend so much closely this sphere, I need someone to actually help me run across it!”\r\nThe young boy was keen, his depart strong, on predominateing the legend of his homeland, Lucil. He wanted to experience, and understands, the beauty his people had witnessed over iv thousand days sooner him. He was certain it lay dormant in this peculiar(a) place, but had no one to help him excavate it.\r\nThe woman shook her head, and walked forwards towards Peter. She patted him softly, on his cushioned hair, comforting him, in advance strolling saturnine down one of the larger corridors; her feet creating constant echoes of footsteps in her elicit.\r\nâ€Å"Ill imbibe it…with or without help, Ill get it” thought Peter, as he thudded the doors open, once more, with his hands; this time, more quickly and powerfully, to match his newly acquired mood.\r\nThe streets of New Reynard were silent; the day was drawing to an end, as the nitid sun sunk behind the surrounding quite a l ittles. Clouds were growing darker, as rain began to trickle from their interior; showering the city, making a striving of frequent drumming, as it land onto the earth.\r\nPeter peered up, staring into the clouds, forward sitting down, peacefully, in the rain. He love the rain; loved to be in it because of its glorifying touch, its sympathize with aura of water. He just sat there, embracing the cold, damp, atmosphere, as he pondered existence, just as he always did when he was sat in the rain. The young boy wondered…about the sphere, more than anything. What importance does it have to the world? Why is it here? there were a lot of questions that he wanted, but was afraid, to discover.\r\nHours past, and the rain move on, divine revelation the midnight sky, and the all of its stars, intertwined its ravishing crescent. Peter stood up, soaked with water, he waltzed off down a road leading to his home; water trickling down his planetary visage.\r\nAs he open up his door, h e walked inside, taking his shoe off at the door, and place them beside his families, before taking off his coat and placing it on a hanger. His family were long asleep, and he feared to wake them, so he scarce ran upstairs to bed; puff his blankets over his head, and dreaming of this sphere-like relic he desired to obtain.\r\n forenoon arose, and he jumped out of his comminuted bed. As he did so, he fluffed his pillow, and placed the blankets backside over his bed. Peter spoke to none of his family, still, and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him, as he hastily walked off into the bustle streets of New Reynard.\r\nHe was engulfed in desire to find this sphere, he was determined, and today, he would find it. After 2 years of research, and revising the theories, and so called â€Å"truth” on this event that took place 4000 years ago, he was determined, and authorized, he would find it today; alone, if he had to.\r\nRunning towards the mountains, Peter swung hi s coat of legs as he ran as fast as he could. Before coming to the contact of town, he crossed the tie that separated the settlement from the grasslands of Lucil; but it wasnt very far to the mountain range, still.\r\nAs he approached the mountains, there was a rather unprovided for(predicate) sound emerging from the depths of a spelunk; somewhere that had antecedently been explored many a time. The bellow noise became more frequent, and thunderous, as he stepped towards it. His necklace that was passed onto him from the generations of fathers seemingly began to fluctuate, as he got nearer, and nearer.\r\nApproaching even further still, the tiny astragalus on his necklace sprouted a neon-glow of blue, as it fired a tiny laser of true statement into a small facing pages in the cave wall; causing an explosion of oscillate as it fell crumbled away, revealing a compartment within the caves.\r\nPeter approached it, his boob racing prompt than it ever had, clutching at his o rbit to steady it. Slowly paseo towards the inner area of the wall, he glared at a argentiferous shrine in front of him; he basked at its glory, for it was shun a powerful aura of energy, sparking at the corners, where energy was springiness from its body.\r\nThe boy walked towards the remembrance; unloads of egest dripping down his face, as he approached it steadily, wondering what this was. He finally stood right succeeding(a) to it, reaching his right arm out late, as he tapped the surface with his index flip; wondering if anything would actually happen.\r\nThere was a glare of rank light, and Peter stood back, falling to the ground as he did so. His heart began to fluctuate even more, as the shrine hovered into the air, spiralling around in circles, like some sort of magic was in play here. There was a heart, tempered, voice coming from it, as it twirled in the air.\r\nâ€Å"Hahaha…so you hypothecate you faecal matter take my sphere, do you? Hahaha!”\r\ n whole of a sudden, the top of the memorial blew off, revealing a extravaganza of golden beams piercing the cave walls, and ceiling. Peter closed his eyes, whilst throwing his hands in front of his face, to harbor himself from the blinding light that was in play. He wished that he had neer come here, that he had never revealed this sacred shrine that was before him now; scaring him into thinking about nothing but torment.\r\nA man jumped out of the inclose that was on the shrine, and walked towards Peter slowly; a golden sphere of beauty gently cradled in his arms, as he walked forwards, smile as he did so. He spoke one more, in a more twerp manner.\r\nâ€Å"Peter, Peter, Peter…how dare you scent my place of sleep. How dare you think you net steal my sphere! How dare you!”\r\nThrowing his arm forwards, the man pierced Peters chest with his fist; revealing blood to drip from his lifeless body, as he fell backwards, lying completely on the floor; red liquid spur ting from his mouth, as he choked in his own blood.\r\nThe man grinned, before turning around, and heading back into the casket one more, to lay dormant again, with his precious sphere of beauty; protecting it from anyone who thinks they can take it from him.\r\nThe mountains were once again silent…nothing could be heard, nothing was to be seen. The dark skies covered the twilight horizon, as day became a dissipate of bliss.\r\n…that is the tale, of the striking orb. The tale that has been since passed on from man to man; but, who could have passed on, when there was no one there but the boy? Theories have emerged, legends have been written, but no one knows for sure how the story came about.\r\n'