Up on the snowy peaks, the clouds covered the sun that should have been beaming down its golden rays. And snow continued to fall lightly. On the side of the mountain sat a man who looked underdressed for the snowy weather, wearing what appeared to be a Victorian era formalwear, he had laid down his fancy jacket over his legs. Another peculiarity was that his skin was such a deep tan, a tan just liked baked gingerbread, and his hair was a red-head’s shade of ginger. He fiddled around with a piece of candy in his hand and he looked up to the sky and smiled at the snowy weather, the best kind of weather. Suddenly, with a strange zipping sound filling the air, he was gone.
An old man carrying an odd looking walking stick stopped in front of a lake side town, flowers bloomed in gardens and the sun was beaming warm summer rays down onto the land. He smiled up at the sky, then looked down at the odd walking stick in his hands. It looked like a giant candy cane, with its even red and white stripes, he was half tempted to lick it to see if it was minty…but he stopped himself. He held it out and called out a name, unsure of what was going to happen next. “Gin, comere.”
With a loud zipping sound filling the air, a man suddenly appeared in front of him, the same man who told him to do all this. The old man gasped and jumped back, dropping the cane. Gin bent down and picked it up, while the old man pointed and yelled, “R-real m-magic?”
Gin looked at him and beamed brightly with a large happy smile, “Real magic.” He reached into his pocket, but the old man ran off before he could give him the gold coins he promised. Shrugging at this, he went to the nearest tavern, while peeling off the gold foil and eating the chocolate.
Entering the tavern, he noticed how dark it was...the light source in the room being lit candles on the center of some tables. Cloaked strangers sat in far corners, their heads moving slightly to show they were watching his movements. Some large men were drinking alcohol while they were seated at their own table, and hollered at the scantily dressed women at the other table. ‘This place seems lively.’ He smiled to himself and took a seat at the only clean, empty table. He stuck his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a large map, unfolding it and laying it out flat on the table.