Story-Part One:
Spring Winds
The dawn was just waking over the Valley of the Sorrows, as the night was just whispering away in its long slumber.
Over distant mountains far in the distance, the radiant sun rose up over the mountains, climbing through the cloud-speckled-sky on warm wings.
As the night fled and morning rose beams of sunlight speared through the cloud-cover. Even though it only got through in small shafts of light, the jade green grass below the clouds sparkled like diamonds in the sunlit shafts.
The whole fields exploded into sparkling fields of green hues and shades of yellow flowers, dewdrops covered every petal and every stem.
Spider webs coated in mist lit up like fireworks born of glass, and the misty air flew with purple, blue and green colors, rainbows dancing in every direction, flowing over the hills, valleys, and meadows-bursting through the forest plains- and trumpeting the arrival of the glorious dawn once more.
Forest creatures: Rabbits, Foxes, and Bob-cats, squirrels, and birds called to each other as the sunlight broke through the clouds above, reaching to every corner of the land, to the north, south, east and west, every direction was hit with shafts of light.
The green fields were unjustly titled so it would seem, the Valley of the Sorrows, such a tepid name for such vibrant flowing field of green and rolling hills, covered in an endless sea’s of color, home to forests and meadows of grass, flowers, rivers and streams aplenty.
However, looking upwards showed one the sadness, the sky, forever contrasted with a quilt of grey clouds glaring downwards at the sea of green grass and yellow flowers.
It would attack the ground with water and lightning from time-to-time, but this only strengthened the grasses’ numbers, as it laughed off the skies petty raids.
It smiled off the skies’ anger and fury with life and growth, unmolested by sheep and cattle.
The land of the sorrows was a place of unequal beauty as it was a place of unequal malice in the past.
-Lush green forests, deep oceans, and planes of never ending grass that spanned for miles on end, with lakes overflowing in deep pockets in the land in the valley.
Bordering the grass planes, there is a wall, a stone wall, a cliff barring the grass from going any further.
This cliff face of solid grey stone is 68 feet high off the ground; it stretches for miles in all directions, the top of it, etched with cracks and scratches.
Its tall spear-like towers of stone stung the sky.
Climbing into the sky for miles, they cut upwards into the clouds -through the clouds, up and beyond.
The towers never seemed to end in the sky, but back on the surface of ‘the wall’ the only thing that ran over its surface are hot streams, natural hot springs running up through the cracks, running along depressions in the surface, and then over the edge in never ending floods of waterfalls, spilling over into the grass planes.
Were the water fell small ponds formed, made out of clear water, residing in tubs of solid grey stone that had been cleaned of grass until even the stone had been pounded for so long that shallow depressions in the stone ground were eroded away until the formed small ponds that caught the runoff, creating warm pools of clear water.
Surrounding these hot-tub sized springs surrounded by stone ground, are walls shaped like a bowl, large, naturally formed depressions in the earth, covered in grass reaching up to the edges of the stone in a semi-circled shape, each end touching the wall.
The ‘bowl’ was clouded in light foggy steam, as the frigid air met the warm water steam blew off into the bowl, it was contained and trapped like a fine curtain running along the ground.
These depressions, craters some may say, can be large and small, all dotted along the end of the grass valley and start of the stony, barren landscape of unknown length.
Sometimes trees would surround the bowl shaped craters, bushes as well, birds and animals meandered along the sides of the valley, stark shadows flowing smoothly through the fog in the distance.
bees, and ants, moths and butterflies, fish, mammals, deer and elk and other things were commonly seen, though everything else was gone with the ever fleeting wind, or never there in the first place it would seem, empty, it would be thought that such a large place would house millions of different species, but the only things seen were elk, deer, fish in the streams, rabbits, foxes, bobcats, and birds, bugs, snakes and lizards, frogs and turtles, and that was all that was ever found.
It was as strange and mysterious as it was breathtaking. It was quiet, and peaceful, but eerie all the same.
Its silence, save for the rustle of leaves, buzz of bees, rush of water, and whoosh of wind was all that echoed through the land.
It has been this way ever since the great stones rose out of the ground.
The stony cliffs that used to not be there…
Story-Blog:
The dawn was just waking over the Valley of the Sorrows, as the night was just whispering away in its long slumber.
Over distant mountains far in the distance, the radiant sun rose up over the mountains, climbing through the cloud-speckled-sky on warm wings.
As the night fled and morning rose beams of sunlight speared through the cloud-cover. Even though it only got through in small shafts of light, the jade green grass below the clouds sparkled like diamonds in the sunlit shafts.
The whole fields exploded into sparkling fields of green hues and shades of yellow flowers, dewdrops covered every petal and every stem.
Spider webs coated in mist lit up like fireworks born of glass, and the misty air flew with purple, blue and green colors, rainbows dancing in every direction, flowing over the hills, valleys, and meadows-bursting through the forest plains- and trumpeting the arrival of the glorious dawn once more.
Forest creatures: Rabbits, Foxes, and Bob-cats, squirrels, and birds called to each other as the sunlight broke through the clouds above, reaching to every corner of the land, to the north, south, east and west, every direction was hit with shafts of light.
The green fields were unjustly titled so it would seem, the Valley of the Sorrows, such a tepid name for such vibrant flowing field of green and rolling hills, covered in an endless sea’s of color, home to forests and meadows of grass, flowers, rivers and streams aplenty.
However, looking upwards showed one the sadness, the sky, forever contrasted with a quilt of grey clouds glaring downwards at the sea of green grass and yellow flowers.
It would attack the ground with water and lightning from time-to-time, but this only strengthened the grasses’ numbers, as it laughed off the skies petty raids.
It smiled off the skies’ anger and fury with life and growth, unmolested by sheep and cattle.
The land of the sorrows was a place of unequal beauty as it was a place of unequal malice in the past.
-Lush green forests, deep oceans, and planes of never ending grass that spanned for miles on end, with lakes overflowing in deep pockets in the land in the valley.
Bordering the grass planes, there is a wall, a stone wall, a cliff barring the grass from going any further.
This cliff face of solid grey stone is 68 feet high off the ground; it stretches for miles in all directions, the top of it, etched with cracks and scratches.
Its tall spear-like towers of stone stung the sky.
Climbing into the sky for miles, they cut upwards into the clouds -through the clouds, up and beyond.
The towers never seemed to end in the sky, but back on the surface of ‘the wall’ the only thing that ran over its surface are hot streams, natural hot springs running up through the cracks, running along depressions in the surface, and then over the edge in never ending floods of waterfalls, spilling over into the grass planes.
Were the water fell small ponds formed, made out of clear water, residing in tubs of solid grey stone that had been cleaned of grass until even the stone had been pounded for so long that shallow depressions in the stone ground were eroded away until the formed small ponds that caught the runoff, creating warm pools of clear water.
Surrounding these hot-tub sized springs surrounded by stone ground, are walls shaped like a bowl, large, naturally formed depressions in the earth, covered in grass reaching up to the edges of the stone in a semi-circled shape, each end touching the wall.
The ‘bowl’ was clouded in light foggy steam, as the frigid air met the warm water steam blew off into the bowl, it was contained and trapped like a fine curtain running along the ground.
These depressions, craters some may say, can be large and small, all dotted along the end of the grass valley and start of the stony, barren landscape of unknown length.
Sometimes trees would surround the bowl shaped craters, bushes as well, birds and animals meandered along the sides of the valley, stark shadows flowing smoothly through the fog in the distance.
bees, and ants, moths and butterflies, fish, mammals, deer and elk and other things were commonly seen, though everything else was gone with the ever fleeting wind, or never there in the first place it would seem, empty, it would be thought that such a large place would house millions of different species, but the only things seen were elk, deer, fish in the streams, rabbits, foxes, bobcats, and birds, bugs, snakes and lizards, frogs and turtles, and that was all that was ever found.
It was as strange and mysterious as it was breathtaking. It was quiet, and peaceful, but eerie all the same.
Its silence, save for the rustle of leaves, buzz of bees, rush of water, and whoosh of wind was all that echoed through the land.
It has been this way ever since the great stones rose out of the ground.
The stony cliffs that used to not be there…
