Whirlwinds of Other Realms

Zateryon, city of wind-Chapter 1

Hi! I go by the alias of Aoru due to certain reasons that i presume are quite reasonable and I'm a passionate writer that I believe I have the knack of as well as the talent. Over the years, I've realized that my love and passion for literature whether it would be from my country as well as from other countries was growing so much that at the moment it burst out of my will to compress it in order to "be normal" and rule a mundane and boring life. As I stand now here to write my stories, i also have matters outside my internet persona and won't be able to fully be here most of the times, so excuse for my future doings :). It's my first time writing on this app, as I've been a fan of Wattpad ever since I was 12, but never in my right mind I wouldn't be thinking that all the stories I was so passionate about will now be written by me. In all hopes, I am praying for my debut on here to be smooth sailing as well as many of the happenings along the way. I hope I didn't bored you to the point of thinking that I would be like this forever... But, I honestly don't know what to wrote here...So, yeah, enjoy the ride as you and I discover our passion of reading and writing. Bye for now and enjoy the first ever short story written by yours truly, Aoru.

With gratitude,

Aoru

LAND OF FREEDOM

A land covered by an emerald green grass is hovering over a blue abyss, motionless, almost stuck in time. Just one note can be heard from a vague instrument in the distance. It's the sound of a harp. It has been way too long since they have heard about it and now hearing it seems almost familiar and nostalgic. Many more gathered around in order to find this soothing sound they kept hearing. Once reached at the source of the sound, only a young bard is making such a blissful and mesmerizing sound. This bard was dressed as old as time and was fully absorbed in the passion of expressing one's feelings in the form of a song. With eyes closed and mouth ear to ear, you could feel the enthusiasm he had singing the songs he knows best. To the passer's surprise, they can't recognize the song. At the end of the performance, they all clap and shout with enthusiasm for yet another unheard song. The young bard was caught off guard and scared right away, running from the passerby's that gathered around him. This land is known for it's amazing wine and songs, but it is not known for a bard singing the history of the land until our traveler bumps with him. In his attempt of fleeing, the bard falls over the traveler and they start to get to meet each other. The bard reveals that he has suffered a lot of unpleasant events and lost it's dear friend in the pursuing of freedom for the land. As well as the story of many heroes that lent they're aid in doing so, feeling grateful for they're help and guidance over the years. The traveler continued to remain silent as it was awaken quite suddenly, but can't shake off the feeling that despite the city being called "The City of Freedom" it is surrounded by a wall of stone as well as secluded from the world as if history was repeating itself.