(note: story loosely based in Everquest 2 game world)
Every now and then, things seem to go awry. It was only a short time ago, when things seem to be going normal in my life. It was the same old routine. Wake up, shower, work, home, sleep. Never ending, never changing. Or so I thought. Just a few short weeks ago, that all changed in the blink of an eye.
It started like any other day. The alarm shot through me that morning like every other morning. It’s wail piercing through my restless sleep. I grumbled as I tried to pry my eyes open. I fumbled around to locate the source of my distress. My eyes becoming more and more focused, I realized that I wasn’t in my room. And that sound was not that of my alarm. Panic set in. Where was I? I have never seen anything like this before.
The bed that I was laying in was downy soft. I felt like I sank deep into the mattress. It was a four poster bed made of the most magnificent wood. I could tell by the scrolling woodwork that it was all hand crafted. The quality of work was something I had never seen before.
Tentatively, I stretch my leg outward to attempting to find the floor. My toe reached it and didn’t feel the plush carpeting of my bedroom. Instead, I felt a cool wooden floor. I swung my legs around so that I could sit up and get a better look at my surroundings. The walls were a warm, rich pumpkin color. Instead of the normal lamps that festooned my walls, I was staring at unlit candles in decorative metal lanterns. Light started filtering in through the round window set into the wall. That’s when I noticed that the whole room appeared to be round. There wasn’t a door leading out of the room. There were two arches leading into the next rooms. Along one wall, sat a stone fireplace. Upon its mantle were vases filled with flowers that gave off an eerie glow.
Finally, I pad over to the window to look outside. Surely I must still be dreaming. As it now appears that I am in a city high up above in a tree. I had never seen such a place as this before. Nor could I have in my wildest fantasies imagined such a place. All the buildings look to be made out of enormous acorns attached to each other. Small chimneys dot the tops of the acorns with plumes of multicolored smoke spiraling into the sky. Determined to find out where I was, I set out to explore this strange house.
I walk through the archway directly across from the window. This leads me into a smaller room. This room is festooned with moving statues. Or at least I hope they are only statues. Some of the statues are of whimsical creatures. There is a little dragon like creature that has colorful butterfly wings. It appears to be midflight, hovering in the air. Some of the statues are of frightful beings. One such creature looks to be some fierce bluish beast locked away in a sort of magical jar. I chose not to stay in this room too long.
This room also had 2 archways. The first is the one that connects it to the bedroom. The second is the one that connects it to the other room the bedroom connects to. It seems those three rooms create almost a triangle. The third room is the largest room of the three. Along one wall there is a winding ramp that leads upwards out of this room. Underneath the ramp, there is a small piano that starts to play on its own. The other wall holds a long shallow pool of heated water. There seems to be no source of heat, yet the water is a perfectly warm temperature. This tub of sorts seems to hover above the ground a few feet. In it, there are roses spread about. The water has a decadent flowery scent to it. It just beckons to me. I slide into the water and I feel as if the cares just melt away from me.
I finally decide its time to venture onward in search of the truth. So after toweling off with the softest, fluffiest looking towels, I wander up the ramp. The room I come up into seems to be a library of some sorts. There are varied book cases everywhere. Piles of books are on the floor. There is a huge stone desk set next to an archway. In the middle of the room is a huge nest. In it, there is what appears to be a baby pink dragon sleeping cozily. Is this another statue? Or will this one wake up? There is another a ramp that leads upwards. I chose to meander up the ramp.
This time the ramp leads me to up to what appears to be a temple room. There are several altars spread out. Each one more elaborate then the next. Many large pillows lay on the floor. I feel drawn to just sit upon one and relax. Immediately, the room seems to hum. My spirit feels like its soaring. I feel peace and tranquility wash over me. But I also feel an underlying current of frenzied energy teasing at my brain. It wants me to tap into it. It seems to be calling to me by a strange name. Wakela. I had never heard that name before. It was foreign sounding to my ears. This energy tells me that it is Sol Ro and it was my patron deity. It tells me not to be afraid for it will help me to shed light upon areas of my life that were formerly dark.
After meditating for what seemed like hours, I went back down to the library so I could go through the archway. The next room held a fanciful feast set out on a long wooden table. I sampled many of the dishes. There were nice warm, breads. Some sort of bird that was juicy and flavorful. A huge bowl of broth that was thick and heady. There were stoves and supplies set about as well. A huge bar filled one wall with bottles of liquids that bubbled and frothed. Another ramp lead upwards. And an actual door was set into one wall. I chose the ramp upwards.
A war room greeted me this time. There were weapons of every imaginable shape and size mounted on the wall. There were trophies of wars fought. And comrades who have fallen. Sitting off to the side, I found a tombstone with my name emblazoned on it. Had I died and this was my eternity? I quickly ran back downstairs determined not to think about that until later.
I tried the door. It took me outside of the house onto a platform out in the trees. I walked over to the side of the platform and looked down. I had never been afraid of heights before, but I felt my world spin as I looked down. I realized that I was so high up in the trees that if I fell, I would surely die.
The leaves were rustling in the trees. The breezes blowing were gentle. I set of in hopes of finding out where I was. Looking around, there were ramps leading up and down, this way and that. I wandered around for quite some time. Finally I found what seemed to be a pub. There were many beings there drinking and having a merry time. Most of them spoke in languages that I could not understand. Finally one spoke to me in what he referred to as common. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I understood him. He said that his name was Hrenzar. He told me that I was in the city of Kelethin. It was originally an elf city, but now the fae folk make it their home. He offered me a drink of something warm and sweet tasting. I felt all tingly after drinking it.
Hrenzar helped me to find my way back to my house just as the sun was setting. I was tired from all my explorations of the day. I washed up again in the delightfully warm bath. Finally, I crawled back into bed fully expecting to have another day to explore my new world.
Once again, the shrill piercing sound woke me from my sleep. Instead of grumbling about waking up to the mundane, I bounded out of bed in anticipation of new adventures that awaited me. Instead of being greeted with the think luxurious mattress and cool wooden floor. I awoke in my mundane boring room. I run out to grab the newspaper. One whole day had gone by. Had I slept for a day or was I magically transported away?