Galia: Tale Of The End

Chapter 2- The Odd Boy

Rays of sun stretched into the quiet house. Rain from the previous night dripped off the overfilled gutters, creating streaks of dirt on the windows. Birds chirped happily and bells chimed in the distance. The air was warm and the grass was a unhealthy shade of yellow.

In the house, Daisy yawned and groaned as the streaks of bright sun shone in her face. She got up and looked at her phone's clock. She jumped up and woke everybody. "Guys! It's past 12! How is it even humanly possible to sleep that much!"

Helian rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. His eyes widened. He turned and got Rose's attention. They both just stared. "What are you guys doing?" Bellis started before he is dumbfounded at the sight.

"Omg where the heck are we!" Lily shouted.

"Well we aren't in Kansas anymore!" Daisy whispered in amazement. Bellis playfully hit her.

"Did you really just say that?"

The five continued to stare out at the beautiful field of golden grass. In the center of the field was a large twisted tree, and beyond that was the shape of a mountain range. The wind blew softly making the grass sway and the tree to let go of tear drop shaped leaves. They were no longer in the development complex, but a new, foreign land.

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Elsewhere an odd boy stands on a rock staring down at a large town. His green eyes and vibrant yellow skin sparkled in the bright sun. Next to him sat a lion. Behind them, a swarm of bees.

These "bees" were gigantic. About the size of a large balloon. They were harmless if you did not provoke them. They had round plump bodies, and 6 fat stubs for legs. They were marked with three stripes. Yellow, black, yellow. Impossibly small wings supported their weight and their infamous plumage of black pedals that surrounded their constantly smiling faces. They are a hybrid of bumblebee and dandelion, and are called bumblions.

One of the bumblions, much smaller than the rest, floated over towards the boy. Seated next to him was a lion with a grand green mane. It's fur stuck together making his fur look like pedals. "When are we going in, sir?" The bumblion asked. "After the bells chime." The boy replied unmoving from his position facing the town. "He means three seconds." The lion rolled his tired eyes; his yellow fur still dripping wet from the storm. He crouched down and shook creating a fine mist. Once he was satisfied, he smoothed the hair down. "Wait for it..." The boy stared intently at the clock tower. The final bell chimed. "Now!"

In the town a girl with pure lavender skin looked up at her mother. "Mum." She tugged on her green sleeve.

"Yes dear?" She answered.

"It's 12 o'clock." The little girl whispered with panic in her tone. A rumbling came from the next street over. Her mother gasped and started running to their cottage. The girl looked behind them.

A wall of black and yellow moved towards them at an alarming rate. They screamed and burst into the cottage and slammed the door. The windows turned black as the cloud passed over. "Dang weeds! Destroying our village!"

The bumblions stopped in front of the clock tower. The swarm turned and waited for the odd boy to guide them. "Go inside and find the stone. It's small, round and light blue. Think you guys can do that without breaking it?" He instructed. The cloud buzzed in unison and stormed the tower.

The boy sat down on a bench and the lion followed. "Do you think they will find it?" The lion asked licking its tail.

"Definitely! This is where the map said the air stone was." The boy rolled his head back and looked up at the sky. He closed his eyes and sighed. His hair was slightly darker than his skin. More of a mustard color than bright yellow. It too resembled pedals the way his hair clumped together in ovular shapes. He looked back down and took off his hat. It looked like the kind of hat Robin Hood would wear. A red feather stuck out of the green fabric.

He took out a piece of paper and showed it to the lion. "See. X marks the spot. This is where the stone should be!"

"But do you really think those dumb things are going to find it?"

"Yes"

"And if they do find it how are the going to pick it up?"

"I've trained them to be able to use their nubby legs." He rolled his eyes at his furry friend. "You need to have more faith in me!"

The lion snorted. "Have faith in a weed?"

"Hey! Whoa whoa! Who raised you since you were a little kitten?" The lion growled knowing he was in the wrong. "Also don't call me a weed! I'm a dandelion. I'm a flower too." In the country everybody looked like a flower. They were flowers. Human flowers. The more exotic flowers tended to hate weeds such as dandelions, making Dandy's ethnicity a touchy topic. This racism had recently spread from town to town, but had affected him his whole life.

The boy stood up and put one foot on the bench to stand dramatically and heroically. "I am the great Dandy Lyon! And I want the air stone because it has been my dream since forever to fly. To prove that social class can't stop one from obtaining 'outlandish' dreams."

"Grow some wings." The lion retorted sarcastically. A small bumblion flew over to Lyon with a box between its nubs. The rest of the fleet gathered around them. "See it told you they would find it!" He took the box and opened it. Inside of the ornate box was a small blue crystal that pulsated light.

"It looks like it's owner is nearby! It must be me!" Lyon shouted with excitement as his dream was about to be fulfilled.

He squeezed the crystal in a tight fist and closed his hopeful eyes. The crystal glowed, but nothing happened. His smile dropped. He was crestfallen. For the first time the bumblions frowned. "Guess it's not me." Lyon said hollowly.

An image appeared on the crystal and Lyon looked at it and frowned more. He sneered and almost threw the stone to the ground. He calmed himself down and looked at the image again.

It was of a girl, amazement and wonder on her face. Her hair and bright eyes were the same color as the stone. "We must find her!" Lyon said, now filled with a new determination. "The stone should glow in the direction of its owner, Dandy." The littlest bumblion helped as it nuzzled into his fluffy hair.

He spun around slowly and watched as it glowed brighter in the direction of a mountain range. "Oh come on!" He pouted! "I hate hiking the mountains!"

"We could fly you over the mountains!" The little bee buzzed.

"How about no." The lion started, but was cut off by Lyon.

"LETS FLY MY BEEAUTIES!!" He looks back at the stone to see the figure moving. "We must hurry! They are moving!" The swarm picked up both Lyon and the lion and followed the stone. As the breeze swept across Lyon's face he realized that in some way his dream had always been real. Perhaps not the way he wanted it, but here he was, a weed, flying with a fleet of bumblions that he befriended and a lion. What fancy flower has the chance to do that? He smiled to himself and patted the little bumblions that had snuggled back into his hair.

Lyon was happy.