The Flight

           I lifted from my place and I kept on rising. I raised up further and further and then I could no longer deny the fact that I was flying. I drifted through the air as if I was a feather. I flew forward seeing how far I could really go. I was shaky at first wondering if I would fall to my death or not. But then I reached a realization that if I was meant to fall, I would have already fallen. I spread my arms mimicking a bird. I released my hair so I could feel the wind in my hair. I flew over the hills that were still green from the past summer. The hills became rocky and began to increase in hight. Then there was a mountain. It was glorious with a ring of smoke surrounding it so no view could see its top. The mountain was rocky and steep. If a person was to climb it one misstep would send the climber all the way down. The mountain was at the edge of a cliff. The ocean roared against the side of the mountain. I flew by the mountain stopping in mid air to taken in the other side. I gasped in surprise as I saw a castle emerge from the side of the mountain. I stared at as if it was green polka-dotted rabbit. It was huge compared to the tent I usually lived out of. I flew closer to get a better look.

         The light that came from it gave a warm look to it as if the outside was just an allusion. I had never been this close to a castle before in my life and never had I seen one with my own eyes. I got close to a window which was painted with a code of arms. The code of arms was a picture of a wolf holding underneath it's paw a skull and a kelsler in its teeth. It eyes glared at me as if it would kill me on the spot if it were alive. It fangs seemed as if they cold cut through steel. I had to touch the picture to ensure myself that it was indeed a picture.I then looked beyond the picture. It was bright from the candles that seemed placed on every corner and table. There was no darkness to be found. I admired the light and the beautifulness of it all. I wished to enter. I knew it would be as warm and welcoming as it looked. The wooden floors were covered in rugs so that a parson would never have to touch the wood.

         An arrangement of food that were not only unique in origin but also freshly cooked. I could smell the sweet morsels through the window. My mouth watered as my stomach grumbled at the food. I had only eaten a few berries and a small fish that day, because food had been scarce. I did not want to think of such things so I quickly focused on other objects in the room. The food sat on a table which was wide and sat many chairs to it . There was a vase full of flowers in the center of the table. The flowers were kelsler flowers. The kelsler flower was one of my favorite type of flower. It is similar to the rose, but not pink red or white. It is purple with red on the tips and blue in the center. Kelslers have the sweetest of scent. A scent that is not over powering yet are greater then a faint sent. Compared to a rose, the kelsler is bigger and it opens further. I looked at them in awe for they were way to expensive for a person of my status to ever afford. Kelslers are a rare flower and often symbolizes love and loyalty. If a person was to give you a Kelsler then that would be a sign of the utmost affection. A person would never give a Kelsler to a person that they were dating unless that person was thinking about marring them.

        A women walked into the room as I moved my eyes to the brown arch way with the phrase "Evol si a tiart  taht yreve nosrep sessop dna esuaceb fo sith ew era lla detcenoc". It was hard to interpret at first then I understood that this was a place of harmony and peace. I looked at the woman. She was dressed in the finest of clothes. From the second I saw her I knew she was the lady of the house. She moved as if she was a dancer. She wore a smile as if it had belonged there. Her eyes were blue, soft, and comforting. Her lips red as if a rose were sitting upon them. Her jet black hair fell around her and swayed as she walked. She turned to me and I notice that she was holding a child not more than a few days old. The baby was small and wrapped up snuggly in a purple blanket. The child's eyes did not match her mother's, but were did not contain an opposite appearance. They were purple a rare color that is almost never seen by the likes of a person such as myself. To have purple eyes was the most prized attributes in Taria. To have purples meant that you had great power. This child would grow up to be a great fighter and an even stronger one of the mind. When this child went to school it would surpass its other classmates with ease. I looked at it with admiration as it's parents must have. Then the father of the child came in and I knew why her mother was not completely overwhelmed by the joy she was holding. The baby was a cross breed between blue and red magik. If you have not already concluded the fathers eyes were red. When a Tarian starts out in life their eyes are usually black which means that they have little or no magik. As a child goes to school it is taught how to use and advance in levels of magik. The hair of a Tarian also depicts their color unless their able to change their hair color via magik or if their parents do it for them. 

          The magik starts at black being the lowest then white, yellow, then either orange or green, blue or red and finally purple. Of course when a person reaches a new level it starts out very light depicting the level white but then becomes darker as the person progresses so not every white is truly white. The color will get darker and dark until it appears to be black before it changes to the next stage. If a red and blue cross it is considered illegal and often causes an uproar, because not only are the people that cross the child supposedly cheating as some people say to get their child to be a higher level then the next but it can also cause complications such as too much power which could end in the child becoming too dangerous to be around or it might result in the child becoming mentally unstable.There is nothing wrong with a child being born with purple eyes but the way they conceived the child was an act of immaturity.

         I suddenly realized that the father was not happy or calm as the mother had. He was distressed. His expression made my heart drop. As the women fell in tears, I knew that the worst was coming. I suddenly heard a doors breaking and people shouting. They looked at each other and ran for the exit across from the wooden archway, but were stopped. The woman cried in agony as a man entered the room with the intent of harming them. The woman put up an arm to defend the baby. I watched as the man sliced her to pieces with a sword. I started to scream. Telling the man to run, I pounded on the window. He covered the baby and did a spell which sent a blast of magik which surrounded him and killed the man as well as others that were on the lower levels. the blast shattered the window and sent me flying in the air. it happened so quickly. The next thing I knew I was falling in the water. I looked and saw nothing but a dark star less sky. The water was cold and stingily. I saw the surface and worked to resurface although something was pulling me down, an invisible force that was keeping me from my next breath. I struggled for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. I fought until I resurfaced and inhaled a large gulp of breath. As I did, I woke in the river I was camping by. I reached the shore and steadied my breath before collapsing in exhaustion.          

 

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I just understood the reason behind the sentence length! Yay for being slowww (me).

I switched from Word to a draft in Gmail, because Gmail suites what I want to do better. I am changing stuff and highlighting the changes, so it's really easy to see my review (once it's done, I'm sorry for the delay...I see I have many more chapters to do though, so I guess it all ended up right, right (right..., right..., ...!))? :)