Undesirable

Quark-Gluon

The grey sky in the rainforest was left behind. And the eerie land of the Celestial Dragons was ahead.

As those winged legends were habitual to the fresh air and solitude in their odyssey, their land was carved alike their transcendent quiddity. Its border had a wall of Redwood and Picea Abies. Further ahead, there began moorland and the hillocks. Everything eventually converged to the peaks far and wide. Lowland was filled with pasture and golden flowers, and the zeniths were evidently unsheathed, or maybe waiting for the winter to wrap them into the white sand.

Indeed, it was famed as the mystical land of the dungeon, and nobody was allowed to pass by that bountiful domain because of the strange occurrence in the past: it began in the era when Souk destroyed almost all the Celestial Dragons and vanished. But those, who were absolute beings, were said to be exuberant to hunt him and all of his kind. As that legend was spread, a fearless group of seven brothers came to endorse the work of their mighty child, and never returned, except for the father of Joy. But Hiren never breathed a word about the mysterious island on Esdelir, save he advised not to enter a place of uncertainty when seeking peace.

But who ought peace over wealth when their house was about to crumble; who could have stopped the mighty waves of the curious generation, and brought the solution of accepting the past? None! But it was not the moment of peace.

By some chance or guts, not even the unbreachable wall of Redwood could stop the intangible man in the black cloak, and neither Joy who appeared there after a day. But the former one was from the sky and the latter was through the leaves and wood. And both of them scrutinized the hydro that was azure; the wind that was fierce, and the turf regolith that was rising here and there and slopping down to meet sierras in every direction. More than everything, there were a few high passes: one of them was bearing the river from east to underground, but there was some strange geography that the river in the woodland was the same, and running from the elevation of the Redwoods.

It might be the magic of Ved the Creator of Esdelir and the hard work of the brave beast who leapt down from the clouds and lent on one of the giant trees. But far to see, he could only perceive the red sky after the gray, and cloud veiling the sense of the full domain that he and his partner forged long ago.

'As you asked, I have brought you to the last homely land of the Celestial Dragons,' said Aaramaan, gazing back at the Pynpisk that the rain forest was named, and then beheld ahead. 'It seems this land has changed a lot since last time. The doors might be obscured, and I cannot recall where my mountain-hold is.' He looked down at the boy and then ahead to the ridges of the Sierra. 'Now, all we can do is to get going ahead. I will learn the sense of direction once we find a green pond encircled by the three mountains. The water there will be warm in the cold and chilled during the hot days. But it will be a dead end if my wings fail to move the wind.' The dragon soared high and then tumbled at once. A windstorm followed him and created dust around Joy. But before Aaramaan could hit the ground, he was sucked into the eyes of Joy, which shone bright brown through the dust.

'I need some rest now. I hope it will be fine...'

'It does not matter to me,' meddled Joy, walking parallel to the forest, and as he turned right for a high pass, he stood still and said, 'But there is always something ahead that we can watch from the height, ain't it?'

Joy's eyes dazzled as Aaramaan whispered in his mind, 'If any door still exists somewhere in here, we will still not be able to find it from the sky. It might be possible that this island was gyrated to face a different direction. And at our worst, we are still away from my homeland. To understand the best, you must know the geography of this separated nation. But anyways, let's get going straight for now, we will learn everything once we find the dead end...'