Here are the first two whole pages of a novel I previously wrote a few dialogues for on paper notes, but lost access to. So I publish them here,not only for you to read and comment on, but also in case I lose the papers again.
The pages are in no particular order.
Page 1 — Remedy for the wicked
In the trickle of dew accumulating along the vines stood the solemn figure tall, mesmerized by light playing among the leaves of the branches high under sky stricken pink and orange, with streams of gray-white clouds rolling and unfolding. For a moment all was still and then a sudden splash, a crack of a branch and the figure had leapt into the stream snaking its way across the dense jungle, occasionally widening to the size of a smaller lake. A fast swimmer, this figure with thick long dark brown hair and a blue green cloth wrapped around its torso quickly approached the border of the jungle opening up to a grassy plain strewn with daffodils, peonies and poppies. Carrying a bag of some sort, this strong tall woman with strong legs, now sprint over the hills,scattering wild horses and sheep as she pass their pastures, securely trekking a path only visible in her mind.
In the horizon, behind four flowery hills rise an enormous tree, oak-like in shape but with gleaming colorful crystals among its branches. Below the hills a lake system lies with lily ponds and leaping fish.
The woman also leaps, across a narrowing at least seven meters across, quickly continues up the slopes and into a crevasse of a cave. Not a natural one, or at least only partly so, this reeks of old ruin blended with something recent and fresh as if renovated.
Meeting a man in a hood, a fleeting moment of words and the haul is exchanged for an empty one. Wasting no time, the bare-feet woman trips up a spiral staircase into a large long hall with face-like illuminated formations for openings on each end and frescoes of landscapes in contrasting direct and reflected light respectively on opposite walls.
Out of the hall, a balcony reveals the majestic tree in full, at least a hundred meters both tall and wide. Taking no heed to the scene, Azu draws the days exploration onto a map on the wall with colored charcoal.
Page 2 — Wintry Wisdom
Frequently Flying across confident the flyer gazed across the landscape pecked as it was on the biggest branch of Flower Valley’s Life Tree, next to the deep light blue crystal sonorizing any access of the oaken chest storing diamonds accumulated by Esh the legendary miner and gem cutter established mostly around the caverns and tunnels nesting further down than even the towering tree’s roots.
Across the horizon from the northwest a sudden blinking light, a disc smooth as molten metal running across the sky suddenly stopping at the savanna heights. With eyes wide as the round doors of the underground dwelling of Azu, Vin, Kin and Kam without astonishment or awe but awakened curiosity the giant grey leans forth, extends wings with a drawn out wooosh, brushing and fanning in hundredfold aside to swoop up and away, ascending almost vertically as first and then embracing the warm air incoming to glide casting a shadow covering the narrow pass from the barren granite cliff to the sheep grazed oaky cone-shaped hill marking the natural border between valley inhabited and beyond. Increasing speed the usually nocturnal feathered fellow flies forward, focused on the flickering from ahead. Closing in, a funny figure climbs the rocks planting foreign fruits. Complelled to land they meet, one seven times as tall as the other. The stranger sings, no words but the meaning is of pure joy, yet so profound it seems to make the fruits grow, and that they do; in seconds only stalks swirl soaring, stretching sinewy strands, exploding in further fruit. With orange hair, a green cape, shirt and trousers, blue eyes and a silver necklace with jade heart the anonymous speaks “Fruits. Forget to remember”, takes a bit of purple white pulp in its mouth and is gone.
Qal blinks, relaxes his shoulders. Images, yet blurry in his mind, appears of seven persons. Certainty is of their need — as he flies back to Flower Valley, it is time to assist the newcomers.