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name: Avalon
Where did they last visit?
Beautiful and vibrant, chants of people singing, red dresses and well polished shoes dancing to and frow, the moon, the bright whole moon shining down. Life filled the air. A joyous night it was. Avalon could remember well the cobble path that he walked down after, lanterns lighting each side hung on trees so high they seemed to touch the sky. The indistinct laughter of a child or perhaps a bird rung out into the night.
The pathway lead to a big tree filled with black flower blossoms, a wonderous but haunting sight the strange coloured flower would insight in you. Avalon rested under the tree agaisnt the aged trunk and like that would watch as time flashed by. Fresh cold air would rush past his face, he would blissfully smile as he watched the wind pick up the black petals that had fallen. Twisting and turning they would go higher and higher until they seemed to dissapear into the moon.
The noice of singing became louder as those from the village made their way up the cobblestone path. He would watch as their figures became more distinct between the branches of the trees, the light from their lanterns leaving a warm glow on the path. And once they reached the tree where he lay against their dancing began, like a flurry of flowers in the wind they twisted and turned between themselves.
Back and forth they swayed, intertwined with black petals, illuminated by the moonlight shining down. Laughter bubbled around, bright smiles plastered on their faces. Avalon just sat watching, taking in the beauty and joy of the moment. A picturesque scene he had seen many times, experienced many times, and yet never once was he part of the picture. Perhaps a kind of torture it was, the beautiful place he could never stay, the joy he could never be a part of.
The night became too dark and the people left back for there homes in the village and Avalon just stood there, basking in the moonlight. He just stood silent until he said outloud, "Is it time to go now?". Nobody responded but he smiled gently, then the black petals of the tree draped him like a curtain until only his face could be seen. "Well it wasn't too bad, the last place I'll visit on this world", and like that he seemed to dissapear into the moon, like the petals which had been swept up by the wind.
A lone wanderer of worlds, a curse to travel many worlds of witch they would never be able to stay. The joy of places and people they could never have, a lone wanderer until the end of time.
(450/550)
name: Avalon
Where did they last visit?
Beautiful and vibrant, chants of people singing, red dresses and well polished shoes dancing to and frow, the moon, the bright whole moon shining down. Life filled the air. A joyous night it was. Avalon could remember well the cobble path that he walked down after, lanterns lighting each side hung on trees so high they seemed to touch the sky. The indistinct laughter of a child or perhaps a bird rung out into the night.
The pathway lead to a big tree filled with black flower blossoms, a wonderous but haunting sight the strange coloured flower would insight in you. Avalon rested under the tree agaisnt the aged trunk and like that would watch as time flashed by. Fresh cold air would rush past his face, he would blissfully smile as he watched the wind pick up the black petals that had fallen. Twisting and turning they would go higher and higher until they seemed to dissapear into the moon.
The noice of singing became louder as those from the village made their way up the cobblestone path. He would watch as their figures became more distinct between the branches of the trees, the light from their lanterns leaving a warm glow on the path. And once they reached the tree where he lay against their dancing began, like a flurry of flowers in the wind they twisted and turned between themselves.
Back and forth they swayed, intertwined with black petals, illuminated by the moonlight shining down. Laughter bubbled around, bright smiles plastered on their faces. Avalon just sat watching, taking in the beauty and joy of the moment. A picturesque scene he had seen many times, experienced many times, and yet never once was he part of the picture. Perhaps a kind of torture it was, the beautiful place he could never stay, the joy he could never be a part of.
The night became too dark and the people left back for there homes in the village and Avalon just stood there, basking in the moonlight. He just stood silent until he said outloud, "Is it time to go now?". Nobody responded but he smiled gently, then the black petals of the tree draped him like a curtain until only his face could be seen. "Well it wasn't too bad, the last place I'll visit on this world", and like that he seemed to dissapear into the moon, like the petals which had been swept up by the wind.
A lone wanderer of worlds, a curse to travel many worlds of witch they would never be able to stay. The joy of places and people they could never have, a lone wanderer until the end of time.
(450/550)
