The Third Day for Prokulpia
The only things holding Ogloromn in the air were Fernkellis' arms. And it was a good thing that they were strong, for they were holding Ogloromn about 200 feet up in the air, as the Lands of Prokulpia zoomed beneath him. As he looked through the trees of the second dense forest he had come across in a days time, he saw the flicker of Fickerfut and his steed and they galloped through the woods at breakneck speed. How he managed it, Fickerfut alone could tell. And perhaps his horse could tell as well.
He gazed now at the breath-taking scenery below and pondered(a habit of his) over the vast wealth of places he had seen in the past hour. Prokulpia was truly a vast and wonderous place. And he should have known it. He had been from country to country, land to land, for the sake of his hunts. It was just, that strapped under the harness of the immense dragon cart, which no horse could pull for fear of the dragon, he had never had a chance to take any of it in. Only now, flying high, far from his true home, could he really appreciate the immensity and beauty of the land his home had had the fortune of being part of. They had crossed a desert of ice and snow, that was ground down like like dust where light refracted from every point on the surface. The had flown over vast patchwork expanses of night and day, inhabiting the same place at the same time. They had crossed two enormous jungles that withheld creatures beyond description from the blue skies above, which had had the first chance to look up to and admire. All this he saw.
And yet the greatest thrill he felt was far removed from the sights bestowed upon him by Fernkellis' wings. It was an immense feeling of freedom and joy, from the knowledge that he was pulling a cart no more and out to have some fun. It puzzled him still the Fernkellis and Fickerfut would need him for such an expedition. But before he could ask, he felt his feet touching ground.
He looked about him. On his side, Fickerfut had come to a stop and was gazing intently on to the plain that they found themselves in. "What", said Fickerfut,"Do you reckon we should do?" Ogloromn looked ahead. "What, pray tell, can we do?" replied Fernkellis. Fickerfut smiled. "I suppose," he said, we are left no option but to go on." Fernkellis smiled in reply. At this point Ogloromn thought it wise to ask"Is there a problem?""No,"answered Fernkellis,"only, This is where the fun really starts." and started moving forward. Fickerfut reared his horse once and dismounted. "It would do well", said Fickerfut "for you to cross now with us, and to do so with both silence...and discretion. For we now enter the land of Greed."
Ogloromn was awed by this fact. The lands of Greed were what he had heard about from travellers as a child and drunken warriors as a cart puller. Apparently they had enormous power, perilous to anyone indiscreet. They were also called the Lands of Promise by some, for what they did was make the offhand remarks of a weary traveller become full fledged promises that would always come true. Many battles had been fought here because kings expected to win, just because they had said so. But this had never happened. That is why, it was supposed that the promises should be offhand. Indiscretion was punished. Why the Lands of Greed then? That question was answered by the Giant thundering before them, Waving an axe in his left hand, and Billy in his right.
He gazed now at the breath-taking scenery below and pondered(a habit of his) over the vast wealth of places he had seen in the past hour. Prokulpia was truly a vast and wonderous place. And he should have known it. He had been from country to country, land to land, for the sake of his hunts. It was just, that strapped under the harness of the immense dragon cart, which no horse could pull for fear of the dragon, he had never had a chance to take any of it in. Only now, flying high, far from his true home, could he really appreciate the immensity and beauty of the land his home had had the fortune of being part of. They had crossed a desert of ice and snow, that was ground down like like dust where light refracted from every point on the surface. The had flown over vast patchwork expanses of night and day, inhabiting the same place at the same time. They had crossed two enormous jungles that withheld creatures beyond description from the blue skies above, which had had the first chance to look up to and admire. All this he saw.
And yet the greatest thrill he felt was far removed from the sights bestowed upon him by Fernkellis' wings. It was an immense feeling of freedom and joy, from the knowledge that he was pulling a cart no more and out to have some fun. It puzzled him still the Fernkellis and Fickerfut would need him for such an expedition. But before he could ask, he felt his feet touching ground.
He looked about him. On his side, Fickerfut had come to a stop and was gazing intently on to the plain that they found themselves in. "What", said Fickerfut,"Do you reckon we should do?" Ogloromn looked ahead. "What, pray tell, can we do?" replied Fernkellis. Fickerfut smiled. "I suppose," he said, we are left no option but to go on." Fernkellis smiled in reply. At this point Ogloromn thought it wise to ask"Is there a problem?""No,"answered Fernkellis,"only, This is where the fun really starts." and started moving forward. Fickerfut reared his horse once and dismounted. "It would do well", said Fickerfut "for you to cross now with us, and to do so with both silence...and discretion. For we now enter the land of Greed."
Ogloromn was awed by this fact. The lands of Greed were what he had heard about from travellers as a child and drunken warriors as a cart puller. Apparently they had enormous power, perilous to anyone indiscreet. They were also called the Lands of Promise by some, for what they did was make the offhand remarks of a weary traveller become full fledged promises that would always come true. Many battles had been fought here because kings expected to win, just because they had said so. But this had never happened. That is why, it was supposed that the promises should be offhand. Indiscretion was punished. Why the Lands of Greed then? That question was answered by the Giant thundering before them, Waving an axe in his left hand, and Billy in his right.
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