Aron woke in the middle of the night. He was undisturbed and silent. There was no recollection of a dream for him to ponder upon. He stared into the darkness, and eased back into his sleep;
Dark, ominous clouds filled the night sky; Rich blues overlaid on a moonlit abyss. A dark tower raised of stone before it, with a wooden peak. The tower was hailed with spirit fires that could not be seen. At it's based, the most lush grass, emerald green in a storm setting.
Warm light crept and washed into the visage, revealing a great Hall. Laughter and conversation could be heard over the pleasant melodies of the prosperous setting. A green wreath of leaves, needles and herbs encompassed the image. Maidens in white skirts and children playing at their games brought one attention away from the firelight's unifying aura - Fading away;
An old parchment covered the scene. Upon it was a cabin, and decorative labels and headings, before it became lifelike - revealing a stormy night. There was no rain or wind, but it could still be felt. The tall grass was bent to the gale, in a still image of incredible hues of vibrant green.
The Cabin, appeared to have light in the windows, but if observed closer they were dark and empty. The image lingered before it was taken away,
to where a man was found riding on a mount down a road. He rushed passed people walking on the road: a small caravan of men, women and carts: And an urge to speak to them overcame the man. He spoke in an authoritive, Guard of the Union tone.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
The people stared without reply ~ His horse began to pull away, turning in retreat. He was in dismay that he could not bring an answer from them, nor understand why he was so stern. He had no control of his horse, as though he was rearing into a vortex.
When suddenly Aron awoke again.
"I will not give up again."
He was wrapped in his comforter, alone. The voice sounded as though it was in his ear. He stared into the darkness remembering his dream. Seacrhing for the meaning of the words, the exciting colours and sounds blinded his discursion. He hugged his blanket a little tighter, and closed his eyes. Trying to delve back into his dream. He had been asleep only a few moments; it was still night.
The voice had not beckoned him from his bed. He cringed in pathetic plight. He was unsure of the dream,a nd guilt prevented him from seeking it further.
WindsBreath
The prosperous land of Calanda was above all reproach. The people were happy and kind, well educated, rich and Noble. Their streets were lined with planters and barrels of wheat, vegetables, water and ore. Fabric tapestries and banners hung from banisters, across streets, on flag poles and as sunshades for balconies and porches. The royal army had soldiers stationed at every district of the city; noble honor guards for show and assistance.
Children ran the town with paper works, toy swords and assortments of dexterile training, songs and animals. The women were seen endlessly organizing their affairs in the streets, interrupted by children and flattery. The men, coming from and going to work, supplied the streets with dispatches and hearsay, which quickly became news and gossip.
Life in Calanda was simple. It was the worlds largest nation, though its culture was the least confounding. Of all the worlds pronounced nationalities, Calanda had the least apartment buildings, so their people adventured abundantly and focussed less on science.
" Though and Although, mean the same thing and can be used the same way. BUT if you use them both in the same sentence. Although cannot be used second." The teacher explained to the students.
Some scowled, others gawked in humorous expectations, and other openly laughed. The teacher winced, bowing his head in confusion.
" You Just Used them both in the Same Sentence. And you used Although after Though!" a girl squeaked in hysteria.
Geramy laughed ~ He indeed, had. He looked up from his notes and caught someone in the corner of his eyes. Aron was leaning against the door to the class room. Thirty kids and five or so students were learning English grammar. They smiled at eachother.
Dark, ominous clouds filled the night sky; Rich blues overlaid on a moonlit abyss. A dark tower raised of stone before it, with a wooden peak. The tower was hailed with spirit fires that could not be seen. At it's based, the most lush grass, emerald green in a storm setting.
Warm light crept and washed into the visage, revealing a great Hall. Laughter and conversation could be heard over the pleasant melodies of the prosperous setting. A green wreath of leaves, needles and herbs encompassed the image. Maidens in white skirts and children playing at their games brought one attention away from the firelight's unifying aura - Fading away;
An old parchment covered the scene. Upon it was a cabin, and decorative labels and headings, before it became lifelike - revealing a stormy night. There was no rain or wind, but it could still be felt. The tall grass was bent to the gale, in a still image of incredible hues of vibrant green.
The Cabin, appeared to have light in the windows, but if observed closer they were dark and empty. The image lingered before it was taken away,
to where a man was found riding on a mount down a road. He rushed passed people walking on the road: a small caravan of men, women and carts: And an urge to speak to them overcame the man. He spoke in an authoritive, Guard of the Union tone.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
The people stared without reply ~ His horse began to pull away, turning in retreat. He was in dismay that he could not bring an answer from them, nor understand why he was so stern. He had no control of his horse, as though he was rearing into a vortex.
When suddenly Aron awoke again.
"I will not give up again."
He was wrapped in his comforter, alone. The voice sounded as though it was in his ear. He stared into the darkness remembering his dream. Seacrhing for the meaning of the words, the exciting colours and sounds blinded his discursion. He hugged his blanket a little tighter, and closed his eyes. Trying to delve back into his dream. He had been asleep only a few moments; it was still night.
The voice had not beckoned him from his bed. He cringed in pathetic plight. He was unsure of the dream,a nd guilt prevented him from seeking it further.
WindsBreath
The prosperous land of Calanda was above all reproach. The people were happy and kind, well educated, rich and Noble. Their streets were lined with planters and barrels of wheat, vegetables, water and ore. Fabric tapestries and banners hung from banisters, across streets, on flag poles and as sunshades for balconies and porches. The royal army had soldiers stationed at every district of the city; noble honor guards for show and assistance.
Children ran the town with paper works, toy swords and assortments of dexterile training, songs and animals. The women were seen endlessly organizing their affairs in the streets, interrupted by children and flattery. The men, coming from and going to work, supplied the streets with dispatches and hearsay, which quickly became news and gossip.
Life in Calanda was simple. It was the worlds largest nation, though its culture was the least confounding. Of all the worlds pronounced nationalities, Calanda had the least apartment buildings, so their people adventured abundantly and focussed less on science.
" Though and Although, mean the same thing and can be used the same way. BUT if you use them both in the same sentence. Although cannot be used second." The teacher explained to the students.
Some scowled, others gawked in humorous expectations, and other openly laughed. The teacher winced, bowing his head in confusion.
" You Just Used them both in the Same Sentence. And you used Although after Though!" a girl squeaked in hysteria.
Geramy laughed ~ He indeed, had. He looked up from his notes and caught someone in the corner of his eyes. Aron was leaning against the door to the class room. Thirty kids and five or so students were learning English grammar. They smiled at eachother.
