Friday, 7 September 2007
05:04:32 PM (GMT)
Yellow is a color that inspires happiness and joy. It inspires artists, writers,
poets, and daisies to pop out of the tedious and strenuous repetance of life.
But this yellow was not so good.
Lynn stared, wide-eyed with horror, into the eyes of a wolf.
A golden wolf.
Even in other worlds golden wolves are almost never heard of, the existence of one
here, in her back yard, was too close to impossible!
It stared at her with hungry eyes and began to snarl. Lynn ran. She ran over the
endless plains, which were her "back yard", and stopped. The wind seemed to laugh at
her, for her stupidity,
"Stupidity for what? Running away from a wolf?" she thought,
but even as she thought that, the wolf came charging at her. Lynn ran and ran and
ran, and even when her legs were close to collapsing, she still ran.
It's amazing what humans can do when they're scared,
the wolf thought.
The world of Rholinia had four gateways on all of its major continents:
One was called the Erilian Gate; The second, the Ariadnian Gate; the third, the
Serenity Gate; and the fourth, the Tropos.
Tropos meaning, "stone" in ancient Rholinian.
And tropos was what they all soon would be.
There is one fact you cannot deny in Rholinia, and that is that Rholinia is
constantly changing. So, too, were the gates. The magic that had kept them alive for
thousands of millenia was fading
For once in Rholinia's history, there was no prophecy that proclaimed a hero.
Probably because this came from no natural causes.
The truth was, the people of Rholinia were sealing themselves inside a little box.
Soon there would be no way out.