Craig of the Creek: Fighting for the Creek

Dreaming of Things to Come

After having hidden the sword in the stump, The Stump Kids returned to their respective homes. Craig had told his family about the legend, Nicole and Duane being intrigued, Bernard not believing in it, and Jessica being amazed at the story. The child did not tell them about him being the wielder of his ancestor's sword, he decided he would wait at the right time to tell the truth, but he decided to keep it under the bag for now.

Craig got ready for bed, he then looked at the book and thought about the destiny he was yet to fulfill. "This is a destiny I may need to fulfill...but am I really the right one for the job? Maybe I may answer that tomorrow" Craig whispered to himself. Craig then went inside his bed and started to go to sleep...not knowing he was about to have a vision of the future.

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Craig...Craig...Craig!

Craig gasped as he woke up, he sat upright as he looked around to where he was: The child was immediately met by an engaging world. Leaves gently glide by the entire landscape was covered in a thick layer of flora and a silence has taken hold of the air. Craig knew it's only been a short while, but he also thought that this world feels very promising. Pleasant and seemingly non-hostile.

There's so much to learn in this world, but not everything that's hidden may be as pleasant as this world. This world is an easy undertaking, but for now, Craig should be able to handle it. All around, Craig can smell traces of odd-looking creatures to say the least. The forest was modest, misty, and flourishing. Its canopy was ruled by chestnut, sequoia, and crab apple, still plenty of light passed through their crowns for scattered ferns to burst from the stony grounds below.

Silent tree limbs clung to every tree, and an array of flowers, which grew all over the place, added some color to the otherwise unchanging view.

A medley of beastly sounds, most belonged to insects, resonated through the air, and were out of sync with the raging river currents clashing against boulders.

Even though they seem good natured, the cautious path would be the best one. There are traces of feathered creatures, muscular creatures, and what you think might be fluffy creatures of some sort.

This world seems to offer plenty to replenish most supplies as Craig about to set upon the adventure of a lifetime. But, with some resourcefulness, a bit of tenacity, and a few back-up plans, he'll be able to make the most of this most wonderful opportunity...if he figures out what to do that is.

"Where am I?" Craig asked, confused but also intrigued at the place. Craig then got up as the path below him began to glow green, he then started to follow the path until he looked up in disbelief at what he saw: It was a castle. Six broad, round towers are both a defensive and decorational aspect of this elegant castle and are connected by large, vast walls made of silver stone.

Elegant windows are scattered generously around the walls in seemingly perfect symmetry, along with symmetric holes for archers and artillery. A vast gate with great metal doors and various artillery equipment guards the last stronghold along this rough shoreline and it's the only way in, if you can make it that is.

Statues of kings are lined up outside of the castle gates, serving as reminders of the past. This castle has been improved and improved over the ages, some parts of the castle are clearly newer than others, the inhabitants are determined to keep their castle as modern as possible.

Craig looked at the castle in amaze and excitement, amazed that he found a place, he walked forward to the gates. "Hello? Anyone in there? I don't know why I am here but I'm here in your palace" He announced. The gates then opened by themselves, much to Craig's surprise, the child then entered inside of the castle, he looked around and saw nobody there. "Hmm, no one's here...That's strange" Craig commented in suspicion. Suddenly, Craig heard music from a far place, it was a soothing sound that goes with the soothing nature. The middle Williams child followed to where the music was coming from, he then entered a garden.