Fell asleep after dinner last night and didnt have time to write. Will write more later.
IF CF WAS A FAIRY TALE
The Plain of Serpents was a vast, barren wasteland that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The only thing that broke up the vast expanse of cracked, sun scorched earth were pairs of monolithic stone snake statues. On the second day in the desert, directly ahead, William saw what appeared to be a small building.
The next day, the building only seemed slightly larger. The second day brought the realization that the building was farther away than they initially believed. On the fifth day, they were approaching the base of what they now realized was a massive ziggurat more than 900 feet tall.
“I hope you two don’t think Im going to carry you all the way up there”, Mojo said.
“No, you can stay down here”, William responded.
“Good, because my dogs are barking”, Mojo replied.
“Dogs? I prefer cats. Where are you hiding them?”, Swan7 asked.
William dismounted his trusty steed and left them to debate the merits of cats and dogs. The relentless sun baked down upon him as he ascended the enormous central stairway.
“1397...1398...1399...1440”, William said, panting.
“What took you so long”, asked Swan7.
“I don’t have wings”, William replied.
“I bet that’s inconvenient”, responded
@Swan7 .(Forgot to add that before).
Before them stood an ancient temple, carved from black stone. A single doorway let to what appeared to be an unlit interior. Our intrepid duo stood silently and stared into the inky blackness. Taking a deep breath, the two plunged into the black void.
Meanwhile, at the base of the ziggurat, Mojo was preparing to write in his diary. First, he reviewed his previous entries.
“Dear Diary, Met a talking chicken, today”.
“Dear Diary, Entered the Plain of Serpents, today”
“Dear Diary, Still in the Plain of Serpents. Bubba says he sees something in the distance”.
“Dear Diary, Thing in distance not bigger. Swan7 says her hobbies include cooking, needlepoint, and tossing the Caber. I think the oats we brought with us are bad”.
“Dear Diary, Oats were bad. William complaining that Im complaining. PS Remember to pack Imodium next time”.
He then continued. “Dear Diary, Swan7 prefers cats. I think she’s sweet on me. It could work…”
The darkness inside the temple was almost tangible. As their eyes adjusted to the dark, they noticed a small flickering light inside the inner sanctum. Slowly they approached the second doorway. Inside, sitting crosslegged on a stone throne was a small creature, no more than three feet tall.
“We seek an audience with the Orange Goblin”, William announced.
“Vermillion”, the creature responded.
“What?”, Swan7 inquired.
“Im the Vermillion Goblin. I do wish people would get that correct”, the creature said indignantly.
“We seek an audience with the Vermillion Goblin”, William said, correcting himself.
“Yes, yes, yes”, the goblin responded, sweeping his hand in a small circle, “Come on in an grab a seat. Im
@MrMoe ”.
To be continued...