Never Fated To Be |✅|

Chapter 23 : Enter, Past -I

It was all a bit blurry at first. But then the mist slowly cleared.

And as it did, I realised something was awfully peculiar.
I wasn't on the ground. Or any ground.

I was flying. In the air.

Below me, I was looking down upon huge valleys of green and fields of brown. Mountains surrounded them from all sides. It was an ideal village set in the middle of a beautiful nowhere. My eyes roamed the lengths of the lakes and the breadths of the shallow ponds which reflected sparkles from the sun blazing overhead. The dirt roads winding in and out from here and there, were scattered with few people and two or so horses.

I couldn't take it all in at first but as the view became clearer, I started descending lower slowly. The people seemed like they couldn't see me. But I on the other hand, gaped and gazed at everyone and everything around me. It was all so very different. From the city lights, St Hills High, from the gloomy forest, Simpson's neighborhood and everything. It was so sunny and so peaceful. So bright and simple. Like a small Kingdom on the outskirts of a huge Vale.

At a distance, small huts of all sizes were arranged in perfect parallel planes. The roofs radiated most of the sunlight which gave me the feeling that the insides of the houses must be pretty cool and comfortable.

Hardworking men filled the fields on either side of a clear lake. They were bent over their work, sowing paddy in some fields and maize in some other. Women too were helping the men. Humongous trees bearing all kinds of luscious fruits and multicoloured flowers stood beaming and providing shade to fellow humans on the sides of the roads and farms.

I frowned at the uncanny resemblance of a farmer with someone I knew, in one of the fields. He had his hands and feet dipped in eight inches of muddy water and sweat trickled down his forehead. Even for his work, he seemed very young and probably was. His features matched the one I had in mind in some ways. Same shade of soft supple skin, small green eyes, black hair and a short nose. I couldn't tell if he was really a farmer or was working momentarily.

But I continued anyway, my legs feeling like they were walking on clouds. I didn't question anyone. Just kept walking past them all. There were bakeries, dairies and small shops selling essentials spread among the cottages. Women carrying baskets scurried in and out of their doors. Children of all ages played unknown sports on the grass beside waterfalls. Real, splashy, shiny waterfalls.

I was awed.

The mountains seemed like their job was to act as a guardian of this enchanting little place. But before I could decide that it couldn't get any better, I entered a completely separate part of the little place.

Behind a huge barricade of tall green bushes was a completely separate world. It was vast. It was unending. A wide, plain and colourful grassy plot stretched on forever till the horizon at the very far end. The sky shielding it had turned a beautiful shade of red, orange and pale yellow mixed together- completely different from the sky outside. A few hints of magenta, blue and violet highlighted it's eternal beauty. I was further awed.

The place was not only amazing because of the terrifically magicial sky but because of the cherry blossom trees dominating most of it. Pretty pink petals sweeped the grass and bedazzled the area. It was like a soft pool of flowers. The breeze was cool and could calm the anger of any enraged being.

I was tempted to lie down on the bed of grass but before I could, I was stopped by a voice.

Someone had appeared behind me through the bushes hiding the place. Long flowing white hair and beautiful blue eyes met my gaze. She was wearing a flowing silk white dress that stopped a few inches above her knee with long long sleeves covering her arms. Her face was paler than the sky and more attractive than any bloom. Her features were young, cunning and trim. She was singing, and her voice was as melodious as any nightingale or cuckoo. It echoed throughout the air in a slow and mellow ring like the buzzing of bees or smooth gushing of a stream down a silent course.