The Torn Page

It was not the usual day. I was alone. So dizzy, misty and dark. It was likely to cover the entire place into void. The thunder cracked and broke into pieces while the rain poured down heavily outside. I was so scared but I don’t show it myself.

Somebody was calling my name behind the other side of the kitchen. A voice so quiet but mellifluous, smooth and faint in sound. It was a sound of a woman crying my name.

Leading toward the place to where the voice was present alike and behind, I was then surprised. For almost 20 years, it was my first time to see a secret door behind and to the other side of our kitchen. A door leading through and to a dark room. Filthy, grimy and textured with spacious dust all throughout. Yes a stock room.

I heard again the faint voice from the end corner of the room. Leading from and to the right side, I noticed something familiar. A broken toy car coated with dust and its usual maroon color. I did and still remember, it was my toy when I was a three year old irrational boy. Uneven furniture, porcelains, old items fixedly placed to each side of the room and an old table and chair situated in between the antique mirror cabinet and piled boxes. A bundle of books, two of which sorted next to a dried ink-pen tapped over the wooden table. Shadowy and opaque but still you could see things from the other because of the thunder’s light stroke from a small path hole. I heard it ones again and for the third time. A voice of a woman coming from the small, stout and firm book. These time a clear voice approaching from the book and asking to open it.

At front, I handed the book from the old wooden table with two hands shaking separately and removed the dust that lived for so many years. It was really different from the usual and traditional book. Frightened to see a book without a cover title and or any black mark written unto it. I opened the book to which the voice fainted well, an unusual feeling scattered throughout my body and I was like an exhausted, drained and parched pail. A rushing air whistled down and zoomed about my skin. As I scanned every pages of the book there were no ink written whichever side but of a small torn old page pinned in between.

The whooshing air ones again blasted the room as I touched the torn page that has unfamiliar scripts and runes. Couldn’t understand the feelings I feel when the room filled deceptively into a black and colorless surroundings. So pale and all was eaten by a mystic swirling air and gone at time.


Alf the Old Elf

“Oh boy wake up! Wake up! Go’r wake up!” A small voice of a man suddenly filled the air.

I woke up in a place occupied and chock-full of magic. A world with extraordinary beasts, bizarre warriors, mysterious history and they called it as Taborea.

“Don’t er’ worry boy! Am not a dragon who eats human flesh!” he uttered.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

He answered me back. “Good to ask me about things first on the line when people first meet huh! Yar yeah! I’m Alf Shrub the Elf and you are e're in the magical continent of Taborea. I ar’n your father’s friend fer a long time. He’s really a true hero and a great man.”

Alf Shrub is an old elf with a long pointed nose and two even pointed ears, a glass committed copiously on his small blue eyes; bald and almost all his hair fibers were pale and turned into whites.

“But I don’t understand!”
“Ohr dear, you will and you should. Go up and don’t forget er' your father’s diary and the runes.”

At that time, the book to which no ink written has now its own markings and appears as quick as it could. The small but stout book to which my father wrote – his diary.

“Ar’ right! The festival seems to be held now boy. You’re greatly and lucky to witness skillful adventurers in the Taborean Flower Festival to prove 'erm undying heart to their love ones and fellow warriors.” After which, Alf smiled to me with joy.

The archaic small village of the elves alongside Elven Island, where all things were coalesced with color whites and blended with their usual tinge, the vines, flowers and fruits, the sand, stones and pebbles, rivers, the falls and its creatures, even the elves wooden small houses were of antiques.

I was amazed with Taborea, the red roses and the beasts that crawl and fly around them were so kind. Alf the Old Elf explained to me all the wonders of the continent and the magic that surrounds abode.

Before the morn waltz ends, we went to the village to where all things in there were small and fine, gold and silver.

“Ea, where are we going now?” I asked him gleefully without considering that I was in a place full of danger.

“You and I ay’re going to Wyn’s Shop to ‘ere you will see things in a different sir’de and that you will return the piece of runes into its exact’r place. A million years we have been waiting for it and of the journey of peace here in Taborea. Your father first learned the mesmerizing smoke of love at the village. Love and of hopes of his golden sword." He explained and added a question. "Okay’r you too! How’s your wo'erld beyond?”

I answered him back with words that the Earth only knew. “Yeah the Earth is really not find. Global warming, changing of the climate, rallies, election protest and deficiencies; and of political disposition ahead of the dawn. Oh -- never mind about it sir!”

Though he was not to walk so fast as I, for sure I was in a safe hand.

The conversation took in from our way home to the village. “Aside from the famous diamonds, the village was built from the year where Golden Epoch reigns its castle's tower in the entire continent of Taborea."

Then suddenly, my eyes direction focused at the farthest arc covered with old vines and creepy leaves.

“What is that for? What’s that thing the boy’s light and smoke about?" I asked.
“A smoke that heightens the tree’s fruits from heady greenish round flower seeds to its ripen flesh. See the holly tree and its golden fruits that covers the boy from the rays of the fire ball and the sun. See it? That is what the spell do, a spell for ripening flesh here in the midst village."
“Can I, me, can do that spell too?”

“Of course! You’re certainly perfect to'er try things here in Taborea. All things here comes to Life because of magic. Simple but hard to find and resist when you’re in the rocks and sand of the Earth. That spell is casts harmoniously together and through your body’s positive aura but'er if that energy –“ Alf mourned then.
“—takes a boost of negatives, the fruits will do nothing but less.” I added.
“Yers smart boy! But the things is, the flesh will be then off-to-the-limit-of-the-line.”
“What?”
“That flesh will be a simple flesh only, but if done assuredly, the power to ripen the fruit will find sweets in the heart of the creature who’er eat it.”
“Ah, can we try it now? Try this fruit behind that trunk, please!” I requested Old Alf.

Then Alf the Elf points his arm anchored from the east and tightly cast the spell,”Flas’ a fles’ shied!” The power and the white smoke that drifted his body covered the fruit of the holly tree.

The fruit get hold of the spell from its thorny-look greenish to a tidy thin gold of a ripen holly fruit.


Wan Wyn’s Item Shop

Mr. Wan Wyn’s emporium carrying loads of items of different kind, liquors and potions, diets, cray plants and shrubs, magical dust and bowls, inks, skill stones, advanced and purified stones, garments, moon and jewel wishing, buff items and weapons, hunting bows and arrows, battle axe, hammer, swords of different sizes and shields of different shapes, all items is possible with Mr. Wan Wyn the Merchant.

Toss of pans flavored with flower petal fillings, mushy rolls and sweets and the joys of the elves quartz eyes.

On the corner’s wooden table of the shop, the Elven children sited their and looking toward the swordsman in a black armored feature, attentively they listened to the story that the man act together with his silver sword.

“Whoosh, when Gideon the Dragon is about to fire its breath to the village..” he added, “-- and the fire blown all over the village.”

The children feel somber and sad about what had happened to the village. “Don’t you worry children, Fer the Keeper arrived to protect the place and the villagers from Gideon’s destructive power and fire. He used his silver sword and fights the dragon with his might and save the people from the dark.”

“Is Gideon the Dragon dead?”
“But yes of course! The fiery dragon will never come again to destroy the village and its people because Gideon’s red heart and Fer’s silver sword permits to an end.”

Suddenly, one elven boy nimbly stood over the elongated chair. “I want to protect my village too, my land, like the keeper. I will use my own sword and attack that whack-y eccentric dragon, whatsoever that creature is.”

“How bold you are, Alder.” Said the swordsman.

“Yurp brave little man! What about this creepy flying creature, mystic and red.” Alf the Elf laughed while reaching his pocket with a red ball-like energy on his palm and uttered, “-- brew red dragon, drag around like a green wagon.”

A scaled dark-green dragon appeared unto Alf’s palm and fly spiral and around the shop. The little’s seems to be scared and horrified on their chair and startled in their post of podium, very to Alder who fell and fail in facing the hovering beast.

“Ohr’ werl and not yet! Not yert’ ready children. Take more crays, diets and trainings to ‘er strong and wild for dragons near above you.” Alf declaimed.

“Alright! Crays, shrubs and more diets!” The children synchronously delivered while the dragon was gone in the open air of the shop.

“What about you Japaul?” The swordsman asked me with my name.

Why he knew my name? I asked myself silently. But old Alf swiftly introduced the swordsman.

“Ergil meet Japaul. And Japaul meet Ergil the Knight.”

“Giant Jepoy.” Mr. Wyn called me at time.
“Japaul sir!”
“Ooh Japaul meet my son Ergil. He’s a Knight from the midst.” Wan, the shop’s owner introduced Ergil the second time after Alf’s talk.

“Please to meet you Ergil!” I bowed as a pledge. “Still I am wondering things that need definite clear answers. If I had to crack my head for that I will do it, just for us all, the village and Taborea.” I reasoned.

“I know Jepoy, aah sorry Japaul, you’ll find it and I know not now but tomorrow.” Ergil the Knight tapped my right shoulder.

“Okay it’s time 'er you both to bond, Japaul and Ergil.” Alf said.


Taborea’s Legendary Class

“He is Obe the Priest." Ergil introduced me to his fellows. "Obe is the bridge that allows human like you to communicate and talk with the Gods.