Everfar

Just silly little fantasy, but hey it's happy at least! Okay, it's like way too long for a blog post I realize, so uh, two parts maybe? Sorry for any following eye sores!

Where the Everfar Blooms

Our village sat at the heart of the universe. Far beyond the prying of eyes of outside life, our people were the first born of all creation. There we lived in complete and utter peace, as there was no need for greed or hatred among our kind. We are not so much like other beings. We do not age, and we do not know sickness. Some of us enter the world as children, others with the hair on our heads already grey and our bodies wrinkled. But these are nothing more than superficial facets. Our lives are not our own. Each of us was created with a specific purpose in mind. We are the keepers and watchers of new born worlds.

Once in an eon, the day of blooming comes, where the Everfar Trees shed their diaphanous leaves and the rainbow petals flutter down from the heavens. And in each petal, a vision could be seen like a tiny scrying pool. They were gateways, doors to these new and yet uninhabited places waiting for life. And there was a single petal for each of us.

So on that day, I gathered with everyone in the village square awaiting my destiny. A warm breeze began to stir, rustling the ethereal leaves as they stopped clinging to the trees. At once, a gasp of awe rang through the assembled and the tiny blooms began to descend from above. Chatter and excitement could be heard from all sides as my kin rushed forward and began to take their rightful places. All around me, people disappeared into flickering lights, exploding into luminescence of wonder . Giddy in my excitement, I somehow managed to contain myself as I began to slowly walk about, weaving my way through the crowd.

I couldn't help but smile, an overwhelming happiness finding its way to me as I took in the scene. From across the square I spied an old man, his chosen petal suddenly extending and growing in size until I could see perfectly clearly what was contained within. There was a great world sewn and stitched from the very fabric of fire itself. And within it I saw the creatures who would one day live there. Human in appearance save for their hair and skin. There, they wore tendrils of flickering flames that danced and swayed back and forth, and their skin was flawless, shaded with a deep crimson hue. How beautiful.

I was so entranced at the sight unfolding before me I almost failed to notice the slight tugging at my sleeve. Blinking, I brought myself back to reality and glanced down. There stood a tiny girl of raven hair and deep brown eyes.
"Look! Look," she insisted.

In her hand she held her very own world. I leaned over, peering into its depths. Oh and what I saw! A place crafted of nuts and bolts, cogs and wheels! A mechanical empire stretched for as far as the eye could see, with great towers reaching to the stars. Oh, and the people! Tiny clockwork creations that clicked and chirped to one another in perfectly rhythmic fashion! And they were always building more, working merrily to their ever present hum and clank of metal on metal.

"I have to go now!" she giggled and grinned up at me.
It was then my breath was stolen away once more. Did the petal grow in size to accommodate her? Or did she begin to shrink until she could fit through it? I could not tell, as the clicking grew louder and she began to slowly descend into it. After a moment her tiny head slipped behind the veil of the portal, and I saw her no more. Within an instant, it began to swirl and shimmer, eventually imploding, leaving nothing but a memory in its place...

I applaud you if you made it that far.