Tales of the Mystics.

☆𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆.

𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖓𝖊
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. . .𝓞𝓻𝓪𝓷. . .
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_"𝓐𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓃".

It's a small world. No matter where you go, or where you are. Some way. . . Somehow you can end up finding someone you'd never thought you'd meet. You see things you never thought you'd see.

Things we look for are closer to us than we imagine. That's what my grandfather Anwar used to say. He believed that in this world; nothing is far from us. From the begining, we always had everything we needed. They weren't out of reach. They were out of sight. We just couldn't see them because we were blinded to it. Blinded by worry, scorn. . . Even life itself blinds us. But, if we are able to open our eyes to the goodness, the peace and harmony that surrounds us. We become exposed to the treasures around us and find what we search for.

But when you're riding on a Blue-eyed Ground-Dove, things begin to seem a bit different. No, it's not because am tiny or anything. This baby is about 39ft large. Quite normal for a young Ground-dove of it's age if I may say.

Things are a little different because every second you're up here. Soaring and dashing across the air through the forest, in and out through the giant trees and over the rushing rivers. Everywhere you look, things are always literally different. . .everytime.

Even if you look at a 500 year old oak tree that you'd seen a hundred times over. You know it's name, you remember the colour of it's leaves. The thick body and the branches are all the same. You'd be amazed at what a little change in perspective could reveal.

I had been to this forest so many times that a hundred is an understatement. But on this bird. I tend to never get tired of it. Everytime I fly here I find something new. Something I never would have thought or believed was there. I see nature in ways I never imagined. And discover places that seemed inexistent. Every moment I spend here, It's like a whole new world.

Nothing really changes but it's neither the same. Like a river under the bright sun and that same river under the shade of sunset. Same river but with totally different ambience.

Or again that river, calm, with fallen leaves resting on it and that same river slightly disturbed by the rushing wind. It gives a totally new feeling and sends a different message.

The trees holds a curve, a branch, a leaf that you'd never really seen. But it may seem stiff and old until you try looking at it on the wings of a warping bird.

Oh ho no. Don't think I'm something kind of expert at riding birds, I can't even ride a scooter on a clear road nonetheless gliding the winds on a speed loving creature. No. Who's driving is Ailin. . .oh pardon me, Prince Ailin.

Ailin has this thing where he carries the title a little bit more than the crown. Do note sarcasm. He prefers to be praised, put high and adored by everyone and anyone around him including himself. He loves attention and detest being outshined. But no one's complaining. I mean which Elf dosen't?. Elves have this narssisict attitude, not like they're all forced to it or something. It's just them. They get it from their blood and their prosperity. I mean, these guys are the most prosperous beings in all mythology. Not only are they known as the blessed of the great goddess Gaia. But, they are also known as the first mystical beings to work alongside a god and hence were given the power to wield the earth and it's life force. Every woodland creature every plant and every tree is placed under their care. And therefore, they are known as the protectors of Earth.

See?. With that many titles you can't help but put up with whatever goes on in their heads.

And this guy right here, is not just an Elf but the Prince of the elves. I mean com'on, what do you expect?.