The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Upplands Väsby, Sweden
Three short chapters in no particular order based on my current survival world
Confident the flyer gazed across the landscape perched as it was on the biggest branch of Flower Valley’s Life Tree, next to the deep light blue crystal sonorizing any access of the oaken chest storing diamonds accumulated by Esh the legendary miner and gem cutter every day expanding and extending excavations mostly around the caverns and tunnels nesting further down than even the towering tree’s roots.
Across the horizon from the northwest a sudden blinking light, a disc smooth as molten metal running across the sky suddenly stopping at the savanna heights.
With eyes wide as the round doors of the underground dwelling of Azu, Vin, Kin and Kam without astonishment or awe but awakened curiosity the giant grey leans forth, extends wings with a drawn out wooosh, brushing and fanning in hundredfold aside to swoop up and away, ascending almost vertically as first and then embracing the warm air incoming to glide casting a shadow covering the narrow pass from the barren granite cliff to the sheep grazed oaky cone-shaped hill marking the natural border between valley inhabited and beyond.
Increasing speed the usually nocturnal feathered fellow flies forward, focused on the flickering from ahead. Closing in, a funny figure climbs the rocks planting foreign fruits. Compelled to land they meet, one seven times as tall as the other.
The stranger sings, no words but the meaning is of pure joy, yet so profound it seems to make the fruits grow, and that they do; in seconds only stalks swirl soaring, stretching sinewy strands, exploding in further fruit. With orange hair, a green cape, shirt and trousers, blue eyes and a silver necklace with jade heart the anonymous speaks “Fruits. Forget to remember”, takes a bit of purple white pulp in its mouth and is gone.
Qal blinks, relaxes his shoulders. Images, yet blurry in his mind, appears of seven persons. Certainty is of their need — as he flies back to Flower Valley, it is time to assist the newcomers.
In the trickle of dew accumulating along the vines stood the solemn figure tall, mesmerized by light playing among the leaves of the branches high under sky stricken pink and orange, with streams of gray-white clouds rolling and unfolding.
For a moment all was still and then a sudden splash, a crack of a branch and the figure had leapt into the stream snaking its way across the dense jungle, occasionally widening to the size of a smaller lake. A fast swimmer, this figure with thick long dark brown hair and a blue green cloth wrapped around its torso quickly approached the border of the jungle opening up to a grassy plain strewn with daffodils, peonies and poppies. Carrying a bag of some sort, this tall woman with strong legs, now sprint over the hills, scattering wild horses and sheep as she pass them by, securely tracing a path only visible in her mind.
In the horizon, behind four flowery hills rise an enormous tree, oak-like in shape but with gleaming colorful crystals among its branches. Below the hills a lake system lies with lily ponds and leaping fish.
The woman also leaps, across a narrowing at least seven meters across, quickly continues up the slopes and into a crevasse of a cave. Not a natural one, or at least only partly so, this reeks of old ruin blended with something recent and fresh as if renovated.
Meeting a man in a hood, a fleeting moment of words and the container exchanging hands. Wasting no time, the bare-feet woman trips up a spiral staircase into a large long hall with face-like illuminated formations for openings on each end and frescoes of landscapes in contrasting direct and reflected light respectively on opposite walls.
Out of the hall, a balcony reveals the majestic tree in full, at least a hundred meters both tall and wide. Taking no heed to the scene, Azu outlines an overview of the day’s explored areas onto a map on the wall with colored charcoal.
A valley opened up before them, full of flowers of all colors. In the middle a giant tree stretched its wide branches out in all directions, shadowing parts of the various small buildings underneath it. In the distant corner of the valley, small lakes gathered the water streaming down along the hillside. There was a waterfall from the upper part of the trunk of the giant tree, and another waterfall from the low mountains across the valley to the west. Plantations of grain and vegetables were scattered along the streams and lakes and around the mouth of the bay leading in between the steep cliffs covering the river to the south, leaving only a narrow peek towards distant grassy plains.
North of the mammoth tree stood a 3-story building with a large green crystal on its roof. The first floor extended in two directions, creating balconies on both sides of the second . The roof of the third floor was deeply slanted. Next to the house was a well, which strangely had flickering light shining up from it.
Up to the left, lay an overgrown wooden cabin, made from fallen tree trunks and up on the hill grass-covered mounds. It had small openings surrounded by old planks where light shone into the subterranean interior. A think trail of smoke ran from one of the holes in the roof.
“That’s where I live”, said Ope, “It doesn’t look nothing like Fer’s fancy house, but I love it — A bed, a place to lay down my axe, store tree saplings and a fireplace is all I need. Now let’s go see if Est is around.”
They walked forward towards the large central tree, passing palm trees looking like small ferns or flimsy flowers in comparison. Then they took left towards the south. A flat green building extended out from the inside of the enormous tree trunk to their right, and another rickety house lay on their left, just below the hill where Ope had his