Skylord_Rorak wrote:-Is about to call the scientist but he leaves before I get a chance-
If the city is falling is it just me who should go or everybody? I should get to the library!!!
The Library, within the heart of Hanging City, stands tall and cold amongst the other buildings. A silver tower made of metal and no windows, it looms a silent and unfriendly giant. Metal doors slide open to allow people to enter and exit, every face etched with indifference or thoughtfulness.
Inside the Library, every floor's walls are lined with shelves from top to bottom. But instead of books, small computers, digipads, and other technological devices line the shelves -- the hum of electronic equipment fills the air of the otherwise-hushed place.
Hanging from the ceiling of the third floor, little stars hang suspended...attached not by wire or twine, but by magnetism, allowing them to seemingly hover on their own accord. Among the stars two moons hang -- one large and wobbly-shaped, the other small and perfectly smooth with trapped dust and debris forming a ring around it, somewhat similar to Earth's Saturn.
Sima Miletijevv wrote:Slowly walking,without any rush,Draco was heading to the Northwest.As he was walking,he found a a paper,there wasn't anything on it,Draco turned the paper on another said and he saw nice little letters that said:
Dr.Agon Draco first saw it without a dot,seeing just letters that says
Dragon.Then he saw it normally,but he remembered his little hallucination, where Dragon attacked him. Knowing that his hallucinations are sometimes telling him what will happen, he figured out that
Dr.Agon will attack him,forest,or maybe something else.
He continued waling,and after few minutes saw nature guardian.He came near him,and with calm but angry voice he said:
"Beside the water's curtain,
"Below the roaring wave,
"Behind the tumbled stones,
"There sits the forgotten cave."
The Nature Guardian, sitting on a log, looks up from a book she had been reading. With curly red hair pulled back into a ponytail, green eyes and freckles, she should have a mischievous look about her...except, instead, she appears surprised. She blinks up at Draco at his angry tone, before she eventually says, "Um...Hi."
She looks rather unimpressive, dressed like any other teen you might see walking modern streets. She bites her lower lip and closes the book slowly, reaching up to straighten the glasses she is wearing. Resting the book on her lap, she studies Draco for a moment with sharp eyes, before she muses, "That poem sounds
really familiar...but..." Suddenly, she stops, and her eyes widen as she remembers. Her head swiveling to look back up at Draco, her voices softens to a puzzled tone: "Um...Mister...? Where did you hear that?"
ShadowsMaster wrote:The Sphynx surprised,stared for a second.Many people has come to the Cave before,but he had not seen something like this.He couldn't describe it but he felt as if something was different.Then he cleared his mind,He did what he was supposed to do.
"Hello," He began "Do you think you are worthy to pass through this cave?If not,then leave,If so,answer this riddle Correctly and I shall allow you to pass."
"There are 3 doors.Behind 1 is a treasure and behind 2 are sacks of coal.You may choose a door but before you do,I shall open a door for you."The Sphynx says as he opens on of the 3 doors that are at his left.In the door lies a closed sack of coal."Now,will you take the door I opened or will you open another door?"
The woman watches the Sphynx, and although it appears only briefly, for a moment her face changes...not to one of anger or pity, but...compassion? But then it is gone. The lady approaches him and stands beside the door he has opened, but does not answer. Tapping the fingers of one hand on the cover of her little book, she answers gently, "Master Sphynx, coal and treasure are the same: for coal is jewels from the earth, valuable to those who need it for warmth; and silver and coal are both natural elements, although one is corrupted and the other is not. Coal is gold, for when set alight it burns gold; and neither treasure nor gold I need. It is you I have come for, Master Sphynx."
She says it all so lightly, so gently, it is almost as if she is discussing good weather. Patting her scraggly hair into a bun, she now murmurs, "Instead of you asking me a riddle or having me make a choice,
you must make a choice...and depending on the choice made, there shall get a riddle to bless you or distress you. Here is your choice: Reality or Non-reality?"