The child is born. His name is not given at this time. He will carry many throughout his life.
His parents hold him in their hands. The rolled up cloth is held tenderly close to the hearth. His mother whispers
the first words he will ever hear. “Welcome to the world Lucas”. The cries stop for a second. He looks up to the calming sound of his mother.
She looks at his big galaxy eyes. They have bonded for life.
CHAPTER1 “I wish to see how he grows up”
The boy is 4 years old and lives at the farm. The parents have to maintain income and the boy is left with the care taker.
Rufus is his name. He sharpening a stick with his knife. “Boy come on here, don’t go playing at the well”
Lucas didn’t listen. He was looking at his own reflection through the dark pit. His thoughts questioned the reality of the water
“How come if I see myself there while I am standing here?” Trying to get a better look at himself he trips down with a big splash.
Rufus shocks himself from the bench and comes running to the well.” LUCAAAAS!!” While looking down in a panicking fright he sees
the boy. Lucas did not harm himself, infact he was floating like an otter on his reflection being relaxed and calm. Rufus on the other
hand thought the heaven would fall on his head if he let the boy die. In a rush he goes back taking his stick. “HOLD ON, LUCAS”
It didn’t work, the stick was too short. Trying to reach deeper could be bad for Rufus himself. No one knew how to swim in the village
and most certainly not the most notorious hunter of the kingdom. Rufus looks around and back at the boy still in a panic. He wanted to get help but
could not leave the well. When the situation couldn’t get any worse Lucas started to get water in his mouth while making weird movements with his hand and feet.
“oh no, oh no, oh no…” Rufus couldn’t be more dammed if this wasn’t going to end good. He looked at the boy and saw he was pointing between splashes and tried
to speak. “oggr…the…ben…nch”
“Be silent Lucas, you’ll drown if you speak”
But Lucas was determent, he kept pointing. Rufus was really loosing it. The boy was pointing at the direction of the bench were Rufus sharped his stick.
“NO THE STICK IS TOO SHORT”
It finally dawned upon him that next to his bench was the rope and bucket of the well. In a hurry he runs towards it and throws it down.
A loud smacking sound hurt Lucas his hand. Rufus rapidly pulls up the bucket and gives the boy a wet hug. After what in Lucas his mind was the longest hug
he ever experienced, Rufus starts to lecture him till night time.
At the campfire under the stars they sit together. Rufus has calmed down and is sharpening another stick. He takes a deep breath and looks at the farmers boy.
“Lucas, I have to ask,..how did you know”
“Know what?”
“How to be on the edge of the water”
“I just knew” he says while shrugging his shoulders
“No, No, no, how did you do it?”
“I looked into the water and saw my reflection and it felt like I had to know.”
“Know how to float like a cloud? That is absurd. Go on, just tell me!”
“I meant that I wanted to know how to be were I was”
“You speak of riddles, boy. Those are meant for the high postulate.
Don’t go that direction. Life is like a good old fashioned trap. You see some nice lettuce
you want to eat and when you come to close it will snap you tight. And that’s the end of it.
Don’t go near things that seem to good to be true.”
“But I knew I as safe I was…”
“Enough! Go to your sheets, I don’t want to speak about this anymore”
Rufus his lectures were always long and boring. He loved the boy, but loved his profession even more.
Everything is a trap, including everything under the sky.
CHAPTER2 “What about his parents?”
In the woods of the south two individuals travel through. They appeared to be Lucas his parents.
The night is dark and a torch can only light the way this much. Abigel and Roger came
of a line of poor people. Pleasing the lord with extra grain went at cost of their own expense.
Tonight they meet up with Azeal. He is a farmer who will trade his pumkin seeds for their grain.
They have to compete with other farmers to get those precious seeds. “The highest bidder will get
what I can give.” was written on the note. Azeal was not only an annoying farmer but also a sly merchant.
He did very well for himself. He knew the rules of supply and demand like his backhand. No one could argue
with this man because the people who wanted his goods did it for him. The farmers came from the NE of lucida
and west of Gracida towards what later came to be the biggest merchant capital of the kingdom: Germania.
Roger and Abigel came in town. Their torch was almost out and their donkey could not bear the weight of the seeds any longer.
The trading starts tommorow and they sleep at the local inn. In the inn it was obvious the people were having a fight about who would get Azeal’s seeds.
“I have ten sacks of the finest gronsen grains! He will sell them to me!!!”
“Shut up old man! Azeal is only interested in gold! I have enough hidden in the forest!”
“Both of you be quiet!” Azeal does not vcare about shit stains of grain or some forgotten silver coin. He only cares about diamands.
I got a rough one always near me!”
“No, I have Linchen wood that will surely..”
The inn was packed tonight. The bidding didn’t even start and Azeal had everyone playing in his hand. Abigel takes her man to the side and tells her concerns
about what they will do.
“That filthy, sly, ignorant, son of a… Azeal and his divious tricks. We cannot thrust annyone. They came with so many.
We don’t stand a chanche.”
“Abigel, calm down. I understand how you are feeling but we cannot let him get into our heads.”
“He is so scewed! Always having us farmers fight each other. Were does this man get his ideas from?”
“Don’t try to understand the mind of the wicked. It will only make you feel worse.”
“I can’t do this anymore. We have to be so long away from the boy, from the farm, from our friends. This is driving me crazy!”
“We leave as soon as it’s done. Try to get some sleep. We can use it.”
“Why pumpkin seeds?”
There is a new dish that nobles love to have at the final turn of the sun.
“Pumpkin pie” you could call it. Instead of paying high taxes you could grow some and deliver to your landlord.
Last year harvest had gone bad and only Azeal claimed to have the last bag of seeds. Everyone wanted “a piece of the pie” and
not many farmers good grow some.
At midnight hunderds of people had hathered in the small circular square. They all wanted to see who would
get the price. Abigel and Roger were standing squized between people. They were obviously tired because of the yelling that kept
on going during the night. A noble man came on stage. It wasn’t really a stage, the beheadings were done on the same platform.
The man cleared his throath and started to speak:
“Alright, alright, be quiet! You’ve all gathered here today to witness the selling of the seeds. Gronsen
Pumkin seeds of last year harvest. We of the castle noblesmen take high interest to whom these will be sold to.
As a special reward to the winner we shall give them Unshin right to the third level”
The people went nuts. Unshrin right was only given to knights and their endavours to the kingdom. To give
this right to lowborn was indeed special. On third level Unshrin right one could come to their king and ask
what the king could give. Nobody actually knew what that could be. The last time it happend was 73 years ago when a stable boy saved
the king from poisinging and raiders from the north. He asked to live as a nobleman and never have to work another day in his live.
“So, without further a do, here is Azeal!!!” Loud cheers and applouding overwelm the stage while Azeal smilingly waves at everbody.
In a sleezy voice, Azeal speaks to the people: “Welcome my friends, I have long waited for this oppurtunity to chare my goods to the beloved farmers of the kingdom.
We will start selling the seeds at 1 for beginning, 2 for second, 4 for the third and 8 for the fourth and on and on it goes, till, the bag is empty.
I do this so the less fortunate under us can also have a chanche at a seed, OK? hahahaha!”
The folk started to mumble.”He is very generous!” “Why would he do this?” “Oh thank the heavens for a man like Azeal” “Don’t we jusst by the bag?”
Roger turns white as he listens to the words that were spoken. He knew Azeal when they were kids.
Whenever Azeal only speaks of the goods and not the price, there must be something wrong. A nobleman giving Unshin right?
He didn’t always agree with notorius Rufus, but this was a trap!
“Honey, let’s leave.”
“But why? We could get the seeds! At least one will do, we will take extra care of it”
“Listen Abi, there is a nobleman and… I can’t explain now. Let’s go somewere quiet.”
Back at the inn the maid was cleaning the mess the other farmers left.
She looked at both of them and eagerly asked “Have you got the bag?”
Roger answers inn a stern voice”No, already sold!” and closes the door.
He sits down on the bed and notices an envelope with the zeal of Azeal.
Adressed to Roger Houns
“Roger from who is that? Why did we come back? What’s going on?”
“I… It’s from Azeal. He probably knew I would come back.”
“Did you meet him? Why did he send a letter? Tell me something!”
“I will tell you, sit down.”
As they sit down roger explains that Azeal probably got a
deal with the castle of noblesmen to get taxes from the farmers in an other way.
They way the pie could hold peace as a means of reward to their liege was destroyed
last year by the harsh weather. So the noblesmen turned to someone who knew what to get
through trade and found a genius way to get both taxes and their ceremonial pie.
“It doesn’t matter, we will always be at loss. The best we could do is plant our grains and pay the tax to our lord.”
“I knew something was wrong! He got them but not us! What’s this letter?
Wait, don’t open it! It could be some weird trick of him.”
“There is nothing to worry about at this point. I will read it for you.”
In the finest ink there was written on parchment paper.
“Aaagh Dear Roger,
Truly a fine day it is. I’m sorry you had to see this madness my old friend.
You probably understood what was going on at the towns square. But non the less, glad you came.
As a parting gift I grant you 3 gronsen pumpkin seeds for old times sake.
These are harsh times indeed. Use them well. I would love to come visit you
but I have matters to attend to.
Yours truly,
Azeal <3 “
“If you ask me if Azeal is my friend, I can honestly say”kinda”.”
“This is great news! We can finally pay our Lord, God be praised.
Alright let’s go home, before they steal every thing we have”
The sun is still above the trees and Abigel and Roger set foot in to Forest Wood.
And they continue their journey home.
CHAPTER 3 “The land from here is always far away”
“Reunite, ya devil sprite!” Roger has enough veins on his forehead to show his unlimited anger.
Lucas gives a blanc look trying to make out the words his father just told him.
“What it means is that you cannot go near the well.”
“But, I, ok…”
“Now go outside and reflect upon your actions!”
“Understood”
“If you wish to see from beyond”
“Listen closely and behold”
“For an eye like yours there are not many around”
“see a world thru my eyes and be bound”
“come closer and take a look”
“You can call me wathever you like, Lucas dook”
“The land from here is always far away”
I am Lucas and now I do not “exist”. Because I have invented something that erased me from
this planet. I can show you how to do it, but fair warning, if you come and go to my world
yours will change. For better or worse, that is for you to decide. As long as you don’t
go really away you shall mot perish. Let me explain. There is a gate, and I have decided to let
you walk through it, I give you permission. When you walk through you will be granted your inner wish.
Many do not know their wish from inside and you will be in the world were it will come thru. Do you want it to come thru?
Are you ready with everything on earth? If not, stop what you are doing and come back when you are.
Enter your mind. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. You are now inside the room.
This room is infinite in all directions. There is really no up or down and every thing is black like space.
Feel free to move through. You probably cannot hold your mind from creating something.
That’s ok. Your mind does that all the tiem. It wants to get fed and gives you new things to play with.
It sometimes even pretends to be you. We will let it make somehing that it cannot comprehend.
While you float you come across a portal. This is it. When you enter you will
make it come thru. Yous step in and take the first breath in this new world and you are there.
Come back to reality. What did you see? Many peopleneed to go back a few times. It cannot come thru
if you are not ready. Will you ever be? Perhaps that’s what life is not about.
The best thing this portal can do for you is learn about yourself. Things you never knew, things
that are beyond our perception. I will tell you about my portal and what i’ve learned in it.
Sadly I can only share this portal thru speaking and writing. I have not discovered
how to bring it in “the real world”. I can only open yours for understanding. And my wish
was to communicate emotions, feelings and thoughts. To communicate our reality.
Only a small portion comes to the other person and their respons gets filtered again. Sadening yet challenging.
There is this concept that other can only see in others what is within them. That’s why I created this portal to see what’s in you. Because I can
understand there is a whole world that you cannot express or bring over. My creator thinks like me and I like him.
And now I will step through my portal and tell you all about it.
Chapter 4 THE LAND FROM HERE
Like a bubble in the ocean I slowly come to the light. It feels very dense around this darkness.
As I rise, I feel the pressure getting lighter and lighter until I finally come near the surface
with high speed. I cross my arms for the intense light shinning in my eyes.
I get blown into a small puddle with a big gush of water. I stand up and notice my hands.
They look old, I’ve got the body of a man in his late 60’s. In the reflection of my hands.
In the reflection of the water I take a look at myself.
I have a beard and long hair. I look around and see the blue horizon. This is a flat landscape
that has a small line of water on it and green vegetation. I sense a vibration calling
me towards what is hidden below the horizon. The rays get stronger but I meet a person and decide to ask were I am.
I try to speak but no words come out. He takes of his hat and puts it on his chest.
“You are in the land from here, Kyros.”
He tells me through telepathy that I am in the land from here called Kyros. To be honest,
I was not suprised they would speak telephatically. I kind of asked for it before stepping in the portal,
But I felt excitted and wanted to try the same. While I was pointing my finger to his head
he brushed it away several times and noded “no”. He pointed me towards the vibrations behind the horizon.
I immediatly understood what he said and bowed my head as a thanks. He replied with a short nod and
continued sturing the puddle. I walked further. I wasn’t the only one that arrived. In front of me hundreds of other people that came from the puddles.
I looked into one and saw a row of people getting instructions by what looked like that man with the hat. They each shot into a white
light and came gushing out from different directions. The water started to rise suddenly and a pillar of water shot in the air and came raining down. I wasn’t
scared of the water but what came out of it. A huge man came out with a big jump. He looked at me and offered His hand.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Astravagix” His thoughts were so tender and sweet I immediatly replied “Lucas nice to meet” It worked?
I started jumping out of happines. The man waved with his hand and magiced white dresses out of thin air. He gave me one too.
I tried to speak telepatically but it couldn’t so I bowed my head again. He dissapeared between the crowd and left a calming aura of white light.
I have no way to better describe it. As I walk closer to the vibrations I notice
“my sight” shoot between the earth and a great city made of crystal and rock.
The pointy srtucture had a peak that worked to pinpoint the location. This is
my current understanding, I had a feeling that there was more to be known. A deep
electrical feeling shoots me in the air and gives me an orange like energy field around my body.
“I can fly?!!!” Enthousiaticaly I fly around in circles. I notice below me that people are getting on
transportation devices. They are square platforms with the same crystal structure of the city.
The people get up and help each other. The platforms hover and get proppeled through
lines of current under the ground.
“Where are we?” asks one.
“The land from here.” says the guide helping people up.