Post by artwrite on Jul 3, 2009 12:13:00 GMT
The year is 3175. The village is desolate. The sky is becoming dark, although white clouds are trying to appear Alf Measly rubs his eyes in disbelief more than anything as he can’t figure out where he is. The only memory he has is being a patient in hospital, he can’t even remember why.
His next step was to stroll round the corner but he still didn’t recognize anything which could jog his memory and whatever he was about to learn might be to his own advantage. Trees appear on either side of the pavement, the leaves are brown. He tries to imagine what kind of month it could be. He can’t even think of the months that have appeared in a normal year, he begins to wonder if he is the only person on earth.
Is this earth?
He remains still in the centre of the pavement. He grabs hold of either side of his head not knowing where to next turn. He quickly runs up the road, there is a throng of little people in the middle of the long concrete thoroughfare.
Alf tries to grab their attention but seems to have little success. His own senses tell him that he can’t be heard, is it because they are all gabbling together or because they can not hear him? Alf rushes into the circle of busy pin-sized people.
He became certain that if he stood in the centre of them and made communication, they would come to a halt and he could find out more information of where he actually is and what the purpose for being there is. But all the little people just kept darting around him.
Alf was soon to notice that they all looked similar. They all had long flowing white beards, wore blue dungarees and blue bobble hats. Just as he recognized this, the sun began to shine brilliantly.
‘Why are you not answering me?’ Alf shouted.
Alf was just about to be given information by the chubbiest member of the clan. He looked grumpy but also astute. Just as the leader drew close to Alf, an orange mythical creature swooshed down from the clear blue sky flicking Alf onto his back using his long reddish- green tail and taking him away.
Throughout the journey Alf saw even more little people, this time he noticed how they had changed their style of dress and the different hair styles each one had. Alf heavily pushed his hands downwards as the dragon picked up speed.
When all the activity down below had faded. Alf was certain that he heard an echoing voice, so he did the obvious by calling out.
‘If I’m not going mad, please let me hear your voice again.’
‘What do you want to talk about?’ The creature roared back.
‘Err, why don’t you start by telling me what is going on?’ Alf shouted.
‘I am forbidden from giving you that information, master Alf!’
‘At least give me some idea.’
‘Master Alf, the only clue I can give you is we are nearly there.’ The orange mythical creature said.
Snow began to fall heavily, the dragon landed in a concrete area. Alf, becoming excited jumped of his back and started exploring the place. Every where he looked had quickly become thick layers of white. Alf strolls through a prickly bush. His eyes are met with a pool of ice. Alf slides along the pool and as he came to a halt, the ice cracked, Alf starts to shake while noticing a figure of whiteness rising from beneath.
‘Hello! Who are you?’ The white haired maiden asked.
‘My name is Alf Measly.’ He said terrified. ‘Who are you?’
‘I am princess Gerkia.’ She laughed reaching out her hand for him to grab hold off. ‘Have you ever walked on water before Alf Measly?’
‘Err…..nah nah.’ He shook his head. ‘That can’t be done.’
‘Anything can be done if you are in my company Alf.’
Alf stretched out his arm in hope that the princess would be able to reach.
‘Alf you must believe with all your heart’
As she calmly beckoned him to hold her hand, her arm began to stretch out to him so that his hand was cupped in hers.
‘Are you ready for the rest of your journey?’
‘You mean there’s more?’
As they strolled away the snow covered lake became yellowy-green and once again the sun began to shine brilliantly and flowers appeared in full bloom.
‘Young Alf I want you to draw a picture of what you think our present queen looks like and if I think it’s a good likeness I’ll allow you onto the next section of your journey.’
Princess Gerkia handed him a large piece of white paper and a sharp pencil then vanished into thin air. Alf couldn’t believe how the princess made the items appear but what was more unbelievable for him was how ghostly the pencil just danced across the sheet and created an image of a woman he was yet to meet.
‘I do like that picture Alf. Place it on the grass, anywhere you like and stand on it.’ This would become Alf’s porthole into the next world.
‘Will I ever see you again?’ Alf said.
“No Alf you won’t but I will never leave you.’ She said fading into the distance.
