They walked through the small forest outlining Maple Island. It had been two days since their meeting of Mercedes, and it was two days too long. Adam trailed through the dew covered leaves like he owned them.
The two of us had been coming here since we were just five years old.
“Ben?” He called back to me. Without realizing it, I had stopped next to a particularly beautiful elm tree. It seemed to glow in the early morning light.
That’s when I saw it.
“Look!” I shrieked, turning my head to Adam. He must have seen my wild eyes, for he dashed over immediately. He crouched next to me. It was an awkward moment, because I could smell whatever product he had used on his hair. But it turned out looking good every time, I had to admit. Seeing Adam’s perfect-two-inch-brown-faux-hawk, as he called it, was normal.
But seeing what I was seeing now threatened to make me question my own sanity.
“Am I dreaming this?” I whispered.
“I don’t think so,” Adam muttered, too absorbed in what he was seeing.
Sprawled before us was a vast ocean. This was not out of the ordinary, since we were at the edge of the green island. But floating on the crystalline water was more than geese. It was a warship.
The night before, I lay in my bed with my eyes wide open, staring at the whitewashed ceiling of my Maple Island home. I heard footsteps outside my room. The old boards had been making lots more noise lately, probably because they were becoming old from the generations of families housed on them.
I knew the footsteps wouldn’t bother to stop at my room. It had been hours; I must have been out cold, and usually I would have been. But tonight, that was hard. Looming ever present, speeding toward Adam and I, was the day that had kept us going through monotonous life. The day when we would both choose our fates as Adventurers, and set out on a journey through Maple World.
I woke up the next morning with only about two hours of sleep. This was not good. I quickly tugged on my special silk pants, buttoned up my blue striped tee, and combed my hair.
I was off.
To relish the moment, I walked, slowly through the meandering pathways of my home island. I may have been headed the right way, or may not have. The island was so small, whatever direction you go gets you where you need to be.
Pretty soon I found the yellow SendOff building looming before me. It was then that I went in, and chose my fate as an Adventurer. Choosing my class and all that. But that wasn’t even the interesting part, because there, in those precious walls, was Mercedes. The ruler of the Elves didn’t just stop in for a visit, and I should have known that when she played for us. If I had, maybe I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in now.
But you can’t change the past.
In the next episode:
There are forces unwanted. They gather outside the borders of Maple World, edging closer to seize control. The Black Mage is only a servant. Ben and Adam learn, faster than they wish.