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|Alluria: Enter the Land of Lost (standard:adventure, 5585 words)
|Author: Mark Bailey
|Added: May 11 2003
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|A young boy seeks to find the keeper of the voice in his dreams. A voice so beautiful he is forced to believe she is true, and she is who she says she is...The Beautiful Dreamer. The question is, what devastating truths will be revealed once she is foun
Alluria Once more the darkness surrounded him, and he believed that the answers to his questions lay in the midst of this darkness. He had traveled this cloaked path many times in the past two weeks, and he realized that soon she would come whispering with a voice as sweet as that of music and softer then the gentle breath of the wind. You must come to Alluria. Why? You will find the answer... How will I? You must come to Alluria, it said again; this time it's voice began to fade. He ran forth refusing to let her leave. I don't know the way! He called out to the choking blackness. Silence. Tell me the way! You must walk the “Forbidden Path”...the voice uttered from what seemed like miles away. He spun frantically in the darkness. Where are you? If you journey you shall find me... Who are you? He called. I am...it whispered faintly. Don't leave me! Who are you? ...The Beautiful Dreamer... Alex awoke in a cold sweat gasping loudly for air. As the dream quickly began to fade from his mind the memory of her words continued to linger and echo, their meaning once more slipping from his grasp. Though the night was warm, chills ran up and down Alex's spine. This marked the tenth time that he had this dream, but the first time that it had ever gone this far. The Forbidden Path? The...Beautiful Dreamer? Davey would never believe this one. With his heart still beating like the hooves of a thousand Stallions, and a smile pasted upon his face, he once more laid his head upon his pillow and wished to dream more of the Beautiful Dreamer. But, this time his wishes went unanswered, his sleep was soft and dreamless. “That's crazy!” Davey said loudly, the small piece of notepaper held firmly in his hand. Alex jumped in his seat and quickly snapped his eyes to the front of the classroom; that of Mrs. Delving, his sixth grade English teacher, met his gaze. “Mr. Randolph and Mr. Arnold!” She snapped. “Y-yes mam?” He and Davey stuttered in unison. “Could you please tell us all why you have interrupted my class?” All heads turned and focused on them, Davey nervously pushed his glasses onto his nose with his free hand; in his other hand he absent-mindedly held the piece of notebook paper. Alex glanced at Daveys hand then into his eyes and then backs at his hand again. Davey followed Alex's eyes and then his jaw suddenly dropped. Slowly Davey tried to slide the note from view but once more Mrs. Delving eyesight proved to be keener then he expected. “No, no Mr. Arnold! Bring that to the front of the class, I'm sure everyone is interested to find out what was so important that warranted the two of you to interrupt our reading!” Davey looked questioningly at Alex. “Nice going!” he whispered. Davey shrugged sorely at his friend. “Mr. Arnold!” Davey leapt quickly from his seat spilling his books and papers onto the floor. The class giggled while he clumsily bent down to pick them up and hit his head on the side of his desk, which made them, roar with laughter. “Silence!” Mrs. Delving screeched, and the laughter ceased quicker then it had started. “Mr. Arnold worry about cleaning up your garbage later. The paper, Mr. Arnold. Now!” Paper in his left hand and his right hand slowly rubbing his forehead Davey made his way to the front of the class. After only a few moments he stood timidly in front of Mrs. Delving his thick glasses magnifying her until she seemed to tower like a castle before him. Shyly he bowed his head and thrust his left hand forward offering his teacher the sheet of paper. She yanked it from his hand and then shooed him away with a flick of her wrist. Davey walked back o his desk and began gathering his papers from the pile on the floor while consciously avoiding Alex's stare. He flinched slightly as Mrs. Delving cleared her throat. “The dreams are from...The Beautiful Dreamer.” She read. Her eyes stared at the paper for several moments before she looked up. “Did you write this Mr. Randolph?” Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat before nodding his head. Mrs. Delving gripped the small piece of paper in both hands and ripped it into several small pieces before throwing the remains into the garbage. “Rubbish!” She exclaimed. “There is no Beautiful Dreamer, no Alluria! It is a myth, a fairies tale!” “But I didn't say anything about Alluria.” Alex said and Mrs. Delvings anger became a sweltering inferno. “You will not waste anymore of your classmates time Mr. Randolph, detention for the both of you! You will stay after school writing on my chalkboard ‘There is no Beautiful Dreamer', and you will not stop until it gets dark. I will be notifying both of your parents, do you understand?” “Y-yes mam.” They both agreed. “Now finish your assignments, all of you!” Alex let his gaze drift to his open English textbook, and though his eyes skimmed across the words on each page his Click here to read the rest of this story (386 more lines)
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