Have you ever seen inside an Emerald? How deeply green it shines. Have your senses ever been arrested? By the sour/sweet smell of pine. These are just a few delights. That SOTHAL's shores contain. Scenes and sights, born from love. Not dragged up through bitter pain. Rolling, ambling farmland. That blends in with the sea. Lushious, abundant forests. Where wildlife runs wild and free. Blown here years ago. By the Eastern winds of trade. Snagged on a reef off the shores of NOTHAL, and that is where she stayed. Never have the two lands met. Nor the peoples spoke a word. But both know of each other. By the tales they had heard. Inhabited by a people, that knows not war or hate. Working together for common good. Unaware of thier pending fate. Blissfully living thier lives. Only working for what they need. Oblivious to the covetous eyes, that watch thier land with greed. --------------------------- Every family has a father. To all nations, there is a king. Each soul has a guardian angel, who watches everything. So it was for SOTHAL. There stood someone to bar the way. A protector of all she owned. A light to guide the way. Deep within the heartland. Of SOTHALS Crinkle Plains. Sat the city of CoalCoop. Where hard work still remained. Chiseled at daily by the wind. Baked brown by the sun. Toiled a quiet and pensive man. Known as Jake Amblestone. When time permitted at days end. He strolled the forests floor. Listening to the animals talk. Remembering forgotten lore. His father often spoke to him. Of times when life was younger. Before the great winds took thier toll. Pushing this land down under. All creatures were man's best friend. It was they who planned our crops. But since we have layed off NOTHAL's shores. Thier talk with us has stopped. "Be ever faithful to nature son!" Were the last words Jakes father said. On that day time walked away from him, and gave him up for dead. It was only in the last few years. The forest chatter had begun to make sense. Something was on the rise. A force both dreadful and immense One twilight summer evening, as Jake sat beneath a tree. He overheard a conversation, between a Flower and a Bee. The Bee spoke of his journey. To the fields on NOTHALS plains. Where nectar is like the juice of lemons, and how he would not go back again. He told of passing people. A group of two or more. Who spoke of deftly capturing. The abundant distant shore. A massive ivory building. Like the tallest, strongest tree. From which will run a cable. That SOTHAL will not get free. .............To Be Continued
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