the green place where everything is alive and beautiful, a palace; I am on my way with the general to the king, to tell him about the things awakened in the old cavern that started to rampage across the snowy beach. I have been running for a while, on my mission, and technically in enemy territory, or near it. I saw a man go in; I saw the dark wet fur creature follow him, and I remembered the stories, so I ran up the cliffs. At some point I looked down and saw what looked like another creature down on the beaches, and I ran faster quieter. I had made it to the hills, took a trench, told a runner the story, introduced to the general. So I came here. But I was knocked off the vehicle, rolling over the crystalline bridge in the water with the gold accents and the glass palisade and the frogs, so I decided to keep walking and admire the gardens. I reached the gardener, who told me to stop, and I stated my business and he said very well then but I was curious. He was playing a game with stone pieces, building his "body" which is so important to us all. Lacquered and carved they were exquisite. I told him my story briefly and he thought we were safe here, but as I headed up to meet with the General he looked at the sky and remarked maybe not. I leapt into the stream, with the baby ducklings, that ran under the bridge the general had taken. The gardener's first worry was the ducks, but I said I would do them no harm, and ducked under the water. Hard to keep my breath, I came up again and started swimming. He yelled after me that I would drown- better that than to die at the hands of the creatures.
I saw them coming. Two. Disgusting and cowlike, with six pairs (?) of hooves, if not just four. I wouldn't look at them long, I ducked under and held my breath. The forest so green, turned black and rotten, red like disease, as they came by. They seemed to live on life itself. They started to move in my direction- I wished peace for the gardener. I saw the first creature, the wet furry thing, with a man's face, fly after them; but between two they could swim circles in the air around him, teasing their enemy, yet with fear. He chased them off downstream just as I raised my head, and I grabbed the poor ducklings that I could, to give them some of my life and warmth in exchange, to try and save them. He took out a bag, and tossed some powder downstream, which seemed to turn it green and sparkling again. I looked at him- he had a human face. I saw the gardener's corpse, as though burned by radiation and a thousand suns, shrunken by the river out of the corner of my eye, and I was sad. The human face in the other creature- it was bizarre, and red like pockmarks. He flew away near as I saw him, but I put the ducklings down and they went their merry way. But the destroying creatures weren't far, and they had backtracked slightly. I was terrified for the ducklings, so important to the gardener, and splashed the water towards the creatures so that the ducklings may not be noticed in the wave, and move on with the green sparkling water. I don't know what happened to them. The creature I splashed was enraged, and that anger spread out like a cloud of darkness around him. I ducked, hoping I was safe in the water, but that was not the case. The creature raged in after me, and I was sure I would die- then he stopped, focusing on something else in the water which thrashed. I was drowning...
And then Ali started blaring her music. =P I think the other thing that was thrashing in the water was what Martin has started calling the tarbaby- I didn't describe him in detail because I was rushing to get this all down before, but it's like a yeti with seaweed fur made of oil or tar. There may have even been a bubble of tar when it followed my comrade into the cave, but I don't know.
Can't even describe the pestilence... cow things though. Martin's named them "dire cows" but they just had cowlike features. Black with that brick red of burnt diseased flesh.
Anyway, I'm going to go play with my Zune! Yayyyy ^-^