On this spring afternoon, the village is filled for an occasion such as this. Old maids and merchants are passively ringing bells to sell provisions for those about to enter the mountain. Men, maidens and children walk past all those walking into the birth, as it was called, the doorway everyone was here for. The boys vision was trained on the birth and the dozens of teams walking through its triangular entrance.
The Village, of which the boy did not know the name, was calming despite the occasion. Like a small place's annual pumpkin festival (population 200) the boy couldn't count all the adventurers in a lifetime.
The mountain was a (strong mans) stones throw away and despite its other worldly size, also had a calming effect. To the boys right, the inviting/foreboding/inciting mountain seemed like a airport gate.
The mountain was a (strong mans) stones throw away and despite its other worldly size, also had a calming effect. To the boys right, the inviting/foreboding/inciting mountain seemed like a airport gate.
A more beautiful day the boy could not have imagined and he was grateful for that. He was standing on a tree trunk the height of a large dogs back separated from the log in front and behind by a another till seeming infinity. The line of tree trunks must have been there forever, the boy thought. The top of his trunk was worn to a seeming polish. The boy couldn't make the face or features of any other of those in line, only that the trunks and those standing in line curved behind him and dissipated into the forest behind him.
The line to his left was a mirror image of his own, thought he couldn't make out anyone, he could tell they looked prepared. At that moment the boy wasn't just grateful, he was elated. With no recollection of waiting aside for the past few moments, he could only surmise the millions of folks behind him may be waiting for a while, but he gave that little thought - he was getting close to the village entrance.
The line to his left was a mirror image of his own, thought he couldn't make out anyone, he could tell they looked prepared. At that moment the boy wasn't just grateful, he was elated. With no recollection of waiting aside for the past few moments, he could only surmise the millions of folks behind him may be waiting for a while, but he gave that little thought - he was getting close to the village entrance.
A wooden entryway & awning with a banner and flags was ahead, person-ed on both sides with folks of this nature and that. Folks with clipboards and one or two almost a soldier-esqe looking folk, all aiding in the ushering of this glorious day.
Suddenly, as the boy was thinking there would be a few more logs/spaces to go - the boy was already steeping off the last stump towards the entrance, now was the time to choose his mates.
Already waiting was a man who was best described as a Giant. The boy and he conversed about what would be the best weapon for the Giant to choose before they all set out on their adventure.
"what about this sword?"
"what about a huge hammer?"
"if one took that tree limb - perhaps one could turn that into a hammer..."
"sounds like a great idea, who is to be our third?"
The boy looks behind him. For the first time he can see someone standing on the stumps behind him.
A brown bear who instantly recognizes the teams union. Skipping more than a few spaces the bear is with Giant and Boy under the village entryway registering their trio before the adventure.
"glad to have you on board, the Boy and Giant say in unison, what are you gonna choose?"
armor pants
cooler for tomatos
backpack
portal / kitchen / dissapear
