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"Transported through time and space, he found himself in a familiar garden. Water flowed like liquid crystal, pouring into the speckled stone bowl in such a way that invited him back to something he had long since lost. Palm trees swayed calmly in the cooling breeze beneath a caring sun. Three colonnades connected to a larger mansion surrounded the small courtyard, held up by columns that recalled Islamic influences. The fourth end was open to a cliff save for a short stone railing. Beyond it, the rugged mountains of the Ethiopian highlands dwarfed the world below, blooming with lush green shrubs and shadowed only by small skipping clouds. A small village filled the valley below. A cobbled stone church sat in its center, surrounded by a variety of stone, clay, and straw dwellings. It was home in some simple way. A near forgotten reality refracted from memory. To Sahle, it seemed like a surreal reflection of who he was and what had birthed him.
Turning around to face the great house, his eyes caught the back of a head. It was a little girl in a simple floral dress. Sahle opened his mouth to hail her, but she bounded for the door before a word could be formed. Curiosity drove him after her. He followed her, dodging statue and plant while calling out to her. She was always one step ahead. The mansion seemed to be stretched over an ever growing plane, as each turn brought him to longer hallways with fewer doors. It grew dimmer, as if the sun was setting and slowing drawing the light from the home. There was no hint of any other soul, save for the running girl.
As he continued, the decor grew desperate. Plants were withering, burnt, or dead. Though the statues had first portrayed beautiful and heroic figures, they were now growing skeletal and fierce. Ever stone eye seemed to glower at him. Figured of death overlooked twisted shrubs of stick and knot. He was relieved when he saw that the end of the last long hallways emptied into the outdoors. It was only once he was outside that he recognized how the horror had spread.
The girl stood at the edge of a cliff looking outward across the plain. The green had withered to brown and the landscape was on fire. Sirens called out on the edge of the distance, begging for attention. Fires burned so hot that the great mountains crumbled, filling the ruined village with a rush of pebble and dust. The smell of smoke and sulfur caused him to choke on the air in front of him.
The girl in front of him stared away with an eerie focus. Her hair caught embers from the air, incinerating individual strands like flash-powder, glowing quickly before decreasing. Voices came up from the valley behind her, subtle and tortured. Screams and grief-filled wails. Lighting cracked against the fire storm, drawing out the silhouettes of jetcraft. Sahle kept his focus on the girl.
"Hey!" he shouted. She cocked her head, still looking away. She slowly began to pivot his way. As her face came into view, it became apparent that she had been touched by this sudden catastrophe. Half of her face had burnt away, leaving one of her eyes grey. She held to her chest a tattered flag bearing that familiar sign; A lion, crowned and holding forth a scepter. Though she was maimed, her face held a comforting strength. As Sahle locked eyes with her, the voices in the background changed tone. They were chanting, and a power swayed in their voices as their sound drowned the cacophony of fire and ruin. It was filled with such unmovable resolve that it struck fear in Sahle's heart. Whatever the force that had united the hopelessness in the valley, it seemed solid. Unstoppable. Whatever stood in the way of that force would be crushed by it. Swept into the fires. It was fear of that force that woke Sahle from his sleep.
He was back in the car. Yared and Marc had fallen asleep as well, though it looked as if theirs was happy. Sahle sunk into his shoulders and watched the trees go by.
"There it is." the French driver announced. "The ocean.""
Turning around to face the great house, his eyes caught the back of a head. It was a little girl in a simple floral dress. Sahle opened his mouth to hail her, but she bounded for the door before a word could be formed. Curiosity drove him after her. He followed her, dodging statue and plant while calling out to her. She was always one step ahead. The mansion seemed to be stretched over an ever growing plane, as each turn brought him to longer hallways with fewer doors. It grew dimmer, as if the sun was setting and slowing drawing the light from the home. There was no hint of any other soul, save for the running girl.
As he continued, the decor grew desperate. Plants were withering, burnt, or dead. Though the statues had first portrayed beautiful and heroic figures, they were now growing skeletal and fierce. Ever stone eye seemed to glower at him. Figured of death overlooked twisted shrubs of stick and knot. He was relieved when he saw that the end of the last long hallways emptied into the outdoors. It was only once he was outside that he recognized how the horror had spread.
The girl stood at the edge of a cliff looking outward across the plain. The green had withered to brown and the landscape was on fire. Sirens called out on the edge of the distance, begging for attention. Fires burned so hot that the great mountains crumbled, filling the ruined village with a rush of pebble and dust. The smell of smoke and sulfur caused him to choke on the air in front of him.
The girl in front of him stared away with an eerie focus. Her hair caught embers from the air, incinerating individual strands like flash-powder, glowing quickly before decreasing. Voices came up from the valley behind her, subtle and tortured. Screams and grief-filled wails. Lighting cracked against the fire storm, drawing out the silhouettes of jetcraft. Sahle kept his focus on the girl.
"Hey!" he shouted. She cocked her head, still looking away. She slowly began to pivot his way. As her face came into view, it became apparent that she had been touched by this sudden catastrophe. Half of her face had burnt away, leaving one of her eyes grey. She held to her chest a tattered flag bearing that familiar sign; A lion, crowned and holding forth a scepter. Though she was maimed, her face held a comforting strength. As Sahle locked eyes with her, the voices in the background changed tone. They were chanting, and a power swayed in their voices as their sound drowned the cacophony of fire and ruin. It was filled with such unmovable resolve that it struck fear in Sahle's heart. Whatever the force that had united the hopelessness in the valley, it seemed solid. Unstoppable. Whatever stood in the way of that force would be crushed by it. Swept into the fires. It was fear of that force that woke Sahle from his sleep.
He was back in the car. Yared and Marc had fallen asleep as well, though it looked as if theirs was happy. Sahle sunk into his shoulders and watched the trees go by.
"There it is." the French driver announced. "The ocean.""
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Beautiful. Looks like I have a new phone wallpaper