The Burmuda Chronicles

Sherpard in the Canopy's shadow

At that moment all blame was on nobody, not even the pilot and his crew. The plane was still suspended in mid air. Every organic being was in free state, able to move safely to the ground. All mechanical object was left hanging. That included the phones, gps devices, i-pods, iPhones nothing was working and was able to get in contact with the ground. It was that moment in time that they realized that it was 12 mid day. And when they left the airport it was 12 mid day. Time had either moved 24 hour ahead or had been stuck at that specific moment. It was weird. The time they had traveled was only 10 minutes and the time between their port to the destination port was only3 hours total fly time.

Vines crept up trees beautifully, lite insects including fairies and pixies. They flew all around them trying to figure out what was going on. Trees were forever green with both stout and tall trees. Thick trunked together with twigged vegetation, interlocking vast greenery. The ground was wet and dry all in harmony with each other, animals grazing in a distance of all shapes and sizes, big and small, seen and unexplored. Their eyes opened, pupils grew wider to the magnificent view. Everyone forgot all their worries as if they had seen paradise in a moment of the worst disparity.

Suddenly they heard a loud shaking in the trees which was headed their way. The sound if five adult aggregate Swazis (female elephants)put into one. On the left side there was a louder thunder foot sound the size of seven male elephants. As they approach, the group felt a sudden chill down their spines, the couldn't tun for they had no knowledge of the place. As they approach closer. The trees started falling, whispers moving away in the distant vegetation. Then the sound was only 10 feet away when nothing appeared. There was a blow of a massive wind towards the center where they stood.

"Survival... death is upon you... disaster is curbed... survivor... warrior amongst the commons... death is near... the fallen has risen... the green man is here", then the voices vanished and all was well. What does this all mean? What were those things, all they had were questions upon questions. All were puzzled as they started making their way towards the great unknown. All began to be clear. Not about what they had seen but what they were seeing. The island was a paradice free of exploitation from humans. All waters were clean and pure. All fish glowed according to their colors. All animals lived in harmony. Herbivores were feasting on their ideal food. Carnivores on their prey and omnivorous on their own food types. All was in balance.

It then downed to them that as they were walking there was a creature that was following them as they explored. It was in the shadows of the trees. The size of a fully grown german shepard. It had wings of some sort and large powerful legs. It showed as it leaped from tree brunch to tree brunch. They could not nyatso see what it was. They continue on their paths, scared to the bone and marveled at the islands architecture and build.