Volume 1: Winds of Change
The Traveler
She was carried away by the wind, her thoughts in motion, escalating into ideas of grand design.
Her face, lit with joy — her hair swarming around her lips and eyelashes. She closes her eyes and imagines that she is Dorothy being flown away to a new, exciting world of magic and awe. Her feet tap together twice and she whispers,
“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
She twirls around and let’s the wind guide her.
“There is magic in this moment.” She says aloud.
She stops her spiraling motion and plops to the ground, crosses her legs, and leans back on her arms. Amy imagines that she has arrived at a beautiful, new land, and indeed she has. She opens her eyes in awe of the nature surrounding her.
Her eyelashes flutter, her cheeks blush, the blood is pumping through her veins in her excitement. What she sees is magical indeed.
A gnome of an unearthly origin, not more than four feet in height walks slowly towards Amy. He is a funny looking creature, but Amy does not startle. She looks around her and sees she is no longer in her front lawn but in a mystical, misty forest.
The gnome stops for a moment, eyes her figure, her face, and says with a strange accent,
“Yes, you will do nicely.”
Amy tilts her head in confusion and proceeds to introduce herself.
“Hello there.” She says quietly. “My name is Amy.”
She sits up tall and leans forward a bit.
“I am Elgor.” Says the little gnome.
His large nose twitches and it makes Amy giggle.
“This is quite embarrassing but uh… You see, I don’t know where I am. I just arrived with the wind moments ago.”
The little gnome walks closer and then stops again.
“You are in Argon, a Provence of Gaia.” Says the gnome, Elgor. “I live quite close. You can come with me if you like. I can make us some tea and cake.”
His voice was squeakish, his face wrinkled and set with a large nose. He seemed to have moss covering his exterior, almost as if it were growing from his skin. His eyes were large and bulging and he had big, rosy cheeks. He walked with a gait, almost like a waddle. And he sported a run-down blazer in deep, forest green. The thing was velvet and covered in holes. There was something trustworthy about him, something about his face seemed kind and honest. So Amy decided to follow him.
She stands up, wipes the dirt and leaves off of her clothes, and says to Elgor,
“Alright. Which way then?”
“Back this way, away from the fog. Follow me.” He said and she followed.
To Be Continued…
Sarah E. Sturgis 2020