Dream of Adventure

Start: November 27th 2012 (11pm) Outline: A family from the city goes to the countryside for a week, all seems normal at first but quickly things take a huge turn for the strange.

Look over the city and you will see its plain sights, its twists and its turns, its alleys and its streets and then you'll come to a very ordinary townhouse and a very ordinary family. Dad, mum and thier kids are at home one after-noon when a man shows up at thier door and tells them of a death in the dads' family. An uncle that he barely knew has past away and the estate/house in the countryside has been left to him, either to take or to pass on. The dad decides that before the final decision is made that he would like a week in the house with his family. So they get their affairs in order and leave the glum of the city for some place far and away. They go to the village where the house is and meet the villages, many a colourful character and all with fantasiful stories of fairytale and mythical creatures. Of course the city folks/family does not believe them and thinks that the villagers have too much fog on their brains or too much drink. While at the house the dad tells the family of what he remembers about his uncle and his military past as well as the tales he used to tell. The house is filled with all kinds of things, some seem normal and others seem really strange. The whole house seems to be a strange place, as strange as the entire village and the territory of and it sits on.

The kids take notes in some old journals they find and just so they don't lose their sanity they keep more personal thoughts about their temporary surroundings on their cellphones.

   The area in which the village is located in it at first glance a generic, boring, sleepy place. A lake, rolling hills, small houses, few people, herds of sheep, a few shops and nothing quite out of the expected. That is, until you take a look to the mountians, the far off, dark nd constantly fog filled mountains. They say you can almost, if you listen closely, always hear the booming sounds of drums, lightning, thunder and just maybe something else. It's said that because of this, there has been a centuries old agreement between those on "our side" and those on the "other side". An "agreement" that keeps the peace, that keeps the "worlds apart" and keeps people, mainly us, safe from what's out there over the mountains that goes bump in the night. The family hears these things but let's face it, who in thier right mind would believe that in the governments there are people whose job it is to keep record of such things? And on top of that, that there are portals, gateways and "doors" that split "our world" from "thier world"? Well the villagers do. They don't just say them, they completely believe and live by these things, these stories, these histories and these "agreements". They also made a point to make it clear that the only person to dare to live anywhere near the mountains, was the dads' ex-military, odd story telling, bachelor for life uncle that seemed to completely spit in the face of danger. Especially beacuse his house just happens to be the closet thing to the mountains.  

The uncle used to consider himself a "Van Helsing" type. Hmm, curious way of seeing ones self in a wolrd like ours, isn't it? What we do know of him was just how unlucky in love he was. Whether crule or expected, true or false, none of his relationships ever last. He lost every one.

   Now I'd like to stop hereand say that this may be starting to sound like a story you've heard before or it maybe and most likely is one you have not. I truely hope we enjoy it.
   The family has been at the house for a few days now and only has a few more to go, however this is when thier oh so boring time in the little sleepy villagein the countryside comes to a thrilling end and an unexpected adventure begins. It would appear that changes in life, at least for this particular family come in the evenning. Or the pre-dawn, I'm not quite sure when the tale or should I say adventure really starts. Either way or time, the family is spending time sitting around, looking through the uncles' things and all seems quiet, too quiet. The ticking clocks seem to tick and tock all the louder. That's when the peace was broken, that's when the "agreement" was shattered, that is when the boom and thunder came. The giants, two of them, were there. The boom is the sound of crossing over and the thunder or what sounded as such was the footsteps and roar of the creatures that had a very clear intent of doing the family harm. The events that follwed are blurry at best, a lot of running, screaming, fright and terror while dodging from room to room. Horrible laughter of the giants, a father and his daughter out on the hunt. Big giant eyes peering through windows, giant hands crushing through the roof and yes of course a good ol' "fee fi foe fom". Something they say when they smell the blood.
The blood rushing through the bodies of the terrorfied as they try to find some safety. It is in a moment of pure mental adrenalin rush that the father remembers about the uncles' hidden room. A room filled with weapons and perfect for hiding in. He grabs the mother, who grabs the children and they all run to it. The dad rips up a rug and pulls on a large metal handlethat opens a door, which reveals a staircase that leads them down in to the room. The family thinks they are there to hide but the dad has other plans. He gives each family member a weapon and an object, hoping that he grabs things of use and importance. Everyone else is confused but that's when he points out the massive aray of explosives and a way out. Now, I'm not too sure how they pulled it off but they managed it somehow because this is where things get really interesting.

   The giants pick up the home, all of it and some of the earth beneathe it, they look at it as if it were a rubics cube. they turn it and shake it and wonder what's going on inside. After a little while they take it with them, family still inside and across "the border" into "their land" over the mountains and with every intent of eating their captives. Just after crossing over and onward a short distance, the giants stop to take another look at thier prey. They hold the house between the two of them at the level of thier wicked eyes, snarling and grunting and threatening deaths, quick deaths, to the family inside. And that, that is when the house exploded. A great big "KABOOM!" And the giants were dead. So, you're probably wondering how on earth is it possible that the story doesn't end here? Well let me say this, each member of this family is in their own special personal way a genius. And they found a way to set the explosives that would detonate the home that would kill the giants, grab weapons and such and proceed to get the heck out of there. That move, so to speak, was magic. But however they did it, it was done and it worked and off they were on their adventure.

For your sake I'll say that they most likely set the bombs, crawl out of the house and on to one of the giant arms or something and made their way down and for enough away from the explosion that blew holes in the heads of thier capturors. That's just my thoughts on it.

   Before they could go home again, they had to venture far and awayin to a land of strange, odd and incredible things. Things of dreams and things of nightmares. A land unknown, filled with enemies and just a few new friends. The familys' first stop was that of a bizzar place, some strange market with music playing and a wolfman doing the most hypnotic dance. They watched him, and as they tried to blend in, little did they know he was watching them. Wolves, even wolfmen, have a way of noticing things. Things like people who don't belong, lucky for them he was too caught up in his dance to pay them too much mind, and this gave a mysterious woman in a mask time to pull them aside to a secluded place where she warned them of thair nature of standing out. She also warned that they had better walk this land more carefully if they hope to survive. She appears to speak from experience, for long ago she too was not from around there. She would be the first of a few people that they would meet that traveled or were brought there by many different means. A word to the wise, stealth is a precious gift, use it well and train yourself in it as much as possible.

Well dear reader now tht I've got your attention I'm sorry to have to say that this IS where the adventure begins but sadly it is where my dream chose to end. So until my mind or perhaps another writer sees fit to tell the rest of the tale, I think it's time to leave you here with your thoughts.
               - Charlene Roach (creator and owner of story)
 Date: November 28th 2012 (1:25am)

Author's Note

Even if I share this story online (by posting) I give no permission to anyone to copy, paste, recreate or steal this work. Now that that's out of the way, as usual I ask that any reader to ignore grammar problems, and just comment what you think of it.

Reviews

[Jim]

Interesting concept. Might work for a children's book.