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A Street

Rain splatters everywhere, on the street, umbrellas and cars that drive by. Though the overcast sky glows gray hiding the noon sun, everyone moves about with lunch time hurriedness. A line grows past the door of the local bakery, and men in long tailed business suits converse with each other over tables under the protective overhang outside the Café Chatéau.

Three stories up between stone blocks through an office suite window looks a woman in a high collared blouse watching the people move about as if in a symphony of dance. A few moments go by, and a man disturbs her inside, leading her away from the window. Far in the distance thunder booms. Men and women look momentarily away from their drinks and business up to the sky. Listening only for a moment, but in complete union, to the rain.

A Circle

Twelve posts of Ru stand around the well of Ahn; their dark obsidian spires grow in stark contrast to the granite walls of the well. Soft is the ground which had not born grass nor shoot for centuries since the well had been dug. The last sign of habitation is a meager edge of a boot print next to the well. The lack of wind and weather makes it hard to give the print an age.

Dancing blue lights flare above each point of the twelve posts, making the well look pale and cold. However, in truth, the well is warm to the touch, and looking deep down inside shows a bottomless depth of warm golden light only just making it to the lip. Firm soil spreads outwards from the well, beyond the blue flame bearing spires, only as far as a stones throw away. Surrounding the grounds lays a large field of green grass and low shrubbery, beyond that: a forest.

At the bottom of the well lays a small stone the same make as the well: granite, but it had not been taken from the well itself as it stands whole and without flaw. The bottom of the stone is wet, half pushed into the ground.

A Beach

A bottle of champagne sparkles under the bright midday sun at the beach. Seagulls croon among the crashing of salty sea waves against the sand. Brightly coloured umbrellas stand sentinel next to long beach towels; their occupants rubbing on lotion or bathing in the shine.

The Beginning

There is a castle with bright blue and white pennants waving in the wind. It is on the edge of a steep cliff with clouds far below and birds flying through them. There are trees all around and a golden pathway through the trees leading out to a moat over a drawbridge into the castle.

Young princes and princesses laugh and dance in blue and white livery and happy good-natured housemaids and nannies see that they are safe. Tapestries of magnificent beasts and portraits of kings and queens adorn the walls, and a regal purple carpet leads deeper into the castle. At the end of the carpet is a throne room gilt with swans and doves and two big thrones. One throne is golden and the other is silver, each with soft down cushions upon where the king and queen sit.