Tales and Journeys

Flight was less frightening than he had foreseen; it was also a whole deal simpler than he had imagined. Shifting and flapping a little, he made an upwards halt, and — here, it is important to note that this world is much different from our own — he found himself able to stay aloft by grabbing the air with his wings. It felt so natural and sensible, that he never thought twice about how such a thing could be possible. He took this perfect opportunity to gaze down at the landscape below.

Vast forests had spilled into sight as soon as he had taken flight. He could see no end to this dark green. Only occasionally broken by light green clearings and orange-brown cliffsides, the forest seemed very dense. He could also spot a river, cleaving its own way through the landscape. A good distance below him, he could see it run close to a cliffside. He had, in fact, come into this world flying along the very same cliffside. He decided to seek out its top, so he peeked up so far he almost flipped over.

It was a cliffside like no other, that’s for sure. It had some sort of huge spikes coming out of it. Not to mention that the wall was a very unexpected twist in the landscape. And the rock was odd. Then there was all the green. Why was there green on a cliffside?

“But of course! It’s a giant tree!”