It's natural for people to be absorbed in their thoughts. This happens every day. A normal human has a million thoughts a day. Many of it is repetitive and of no use. But we enjoy it none the less. It is rarely that we have a thought that is novel. And even when we do, many of us are too busy with the repetitive stuff to notice. The mundane is just so much less effort.
For all Ava's distractions, she noticed patterns. Patterns that were different from what all the people around her noticed. It was as if her mind could not go in a straight line. It wandered and it wandered, and it wondered some more, and would leave the orbit of reality, unless of course Liam or someone else pulled it back into sanity with effort.
She could almost see the hands, faces and the emotions of the little ants that crawled on her boots. Her mind was connected to the vibes around her. That was part of her distraction, when the vibes changed she changed. It was as if when people around her could only see the world in black and white she saw it in vivid colour.
"Snap out of it Ava. We have many more miles to travel," Liam called out.
"These mountains are so steep I think it will take a year to get to the other side."
"May be we can fly or hitch a ride with the dragon."
"Or maybe Noah can tele-transport us to the other side," Liam quipped cynically.
"Well people used to fly on contraptions called planes once I've read," Noah said not wanting Ava to feel ridiculed.
"And they were made of steel."
"Flying on steel? Maybe I can fly on my sword," Liam was laughing now.
"So why do you actually want to get to the other side of the mountain Liam?" Ava asked sarcastically. Before he could reply she quickly added, "You know, for you the other side won't be any different from this side. Maybe you should just stay here and try and enjoy this side."
Liam was quiet. He was stumped. Ava did say the strangest things but they were also the most enlightening of things. Noah was quiet too, thinking himself as the conversation died down.
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Cycle of Time
FantasyWe all have stories. Sometimes all we have are stories. Maybe we are all stories. Some are written some are not, some are in the past some are in the future, some stories cross each other some do not. But there is a journey in all of them. Either th...
