Escaping Tethoris Page #2

I wrote this is show case a fictional view of reality. The plot line is based on a childs mind and their perspectice of hop, joy, and difference. I wonder the lonleness of myselfthough Jason to attatch this sense of connection to the audience. His story has no soft edges, just like mine.

• Fiction

								

driving and the sound of drops could be heard ever so slightly as they reached
a small town that was neither nice nor bad. Some places looked horrific, and
others it looked colorful. Now the longer we drove into the town, the closer
we got to what looked like a castle. The building was built like a medieval
mansion, and there were big windows on both sides of the door. Little ones
defining each room and pillars all around. The windows looked muddy, and
the plants on the building were overgrown.
It seemed there were three people waiting in front of this castle. A
woman whose brown hair was tied up in a bun, with a suite just like the men

in the car, and thin glasses that had a thin gold line going around her neck. In
the middle was a man, taller and thinner than those in the car. Although, his
suit was a dark brown that looked too loose for his body. His hair was darker
than the lady but shorter and combed over. Lastly, there was another lady, she
was definitely younger than the rest, but looked old enough to be a parent.
Her hair was flattened by the rain, and reached a length half-way down her
back. Fizzy as it may be, her blue dress with little buttons and white ends to
her sleeves took any look of being messy. As the car got closer their faces
became more noticeable, glasses -first lady- looked wrinkled, her nose was
pointed, she had bright blue eyes like Jason, and there was a small brown spot
on her upper right lip. The man had a slim face, and a scruffy look that
reminded him of his father. While his face looked younger than glasses, his
hair wasn’t as thick as it looked, and his eyes were a blueish-gray making him
look older. Then there was a blue dress, she was definity young, possibly in
her twenty, and she seemed friendly. Her face was plain and had deep brown
eyes which complimented her hair nicely.
The moment Jason stepped out of the car, all three had welcomed him
kindly, except for glasses, he thought kindly of those names as it captured her
essence.
“Welcome to Grindwell, my name is John”
He pointed to himself and held out his hand which I shook and then
continued to introduce the rest.
“You see the one with glasses, her name is Flora, and the one with the
blue dress is Erica”
While his voice was kind, he talked to him like a child. Sure he was a
child, but he hated feeling like less than. Jason acknowledged the rest with a
hand shake to show his maturity, and they responded by shaking the hand.
Moving him inside the oversized doors, the two men from earlier seemed to
disappear right after Jason took a step outside. He must have been distracted
by the faces enough to ignore the car leaving behind him. Taking the first
steps inside he could feel the air become thin, it felt clear and light. Taking a
deep breath, the room was bigger than anything he could imagine. There were
stairs circulating a great big red carpet with gold spirals in the center of the
room, under a small brown table that had curled at the end of each leg.
Holding a variety of flowers placed on top with a clear vase. Surrounding him

were chocolate walls, and two rooms from the right and left, that had open
archways reaching the ceiling. Whether he knew or not this place was going
to set some changes in Jason's life, possibly further than anything has.
“This is the grand hall, it's where we hold all of the celebrations' '.
John stared at Jason hopefully to gain an excited expression.
“You know most children when they see this room start running all
over the place”.
Jason nodded and didn't move, while this place was beautiful it
seemed off. Almost too good to be true.
“Well off we go, to where you will be staying”
Following the rest through the right arch way and towards a new
room. This time the room was filled with windows and huge curtains
covering them from the sides. Each had a table in front of it, and there were
two couches centered on another big rug with a coffee table in between.
Moving on and another right turn, the rooms were more and more grand, the
next one was filled with statues and chairs, turn left, that room was made of
flowers and greenery. Each room being different, yet corresponding to the
next, until something crossed Jason's. He pondered this thought room after
room he was thinking, until he thought better of himself and asked.
“Where are all the others?”
All three stopped in place when Jason asked this question.
“Well they are right up stairs”
All of a sudden this staircase had appeared in front of Jason. Possibly,
he was so distracted by the thought of being the only one there that he became
the only one not paying attention. Ironic, he scooped the room just before
This one was smaller, it was a tan room with two doorways, and the
walls were now blue. Although the chocolate wood stayed the same and
pillared at the corners and middle of the windows. The windows were once
again beautiful, huge and clear, he felt comfortable knowing that he could see
the stars whenever he needed.
Jason took his first step, the air got thicker, second step, the walls got
smaller. Then the third step, the window light dissipated and the ceiling lights
were the only thing keeping it lit. At the end of the staircase it seems more
daylight, meaning more windows. He could hear the children running around
and the screams they held. Clapping, laughing, falling, all of these sounds

Jason could hear and tried his best to take in. Looking back he found himself
being followed by a shadow, the others had disappeared and he was once
again on his own. Walking up the stairs he found the sounds grew closer and
the lights glow brighter, and eventually he was right at the top of the stairs.
Everything stopped, Jason unlike the rest that were squirreling around
on the ground had looked directly towards the center of attention. In this case
he was the attention and that made him uncomfortable. He walked through
the group of children to find a spot where the attention wasn’t on him. It goes
to show that Jason hated attention, and most definitely hated children.
If he had started any longer, standing in front of everyone, he would
have definitely walked back down the stairs, and all the way back to where he
first put steps on this property. Whether it was smart or not, it could have
happened, but Jason powered through. He understood that even if he did do
that it would be even worse having to come back inside and face them again.
Once he reached the back of the room, it seemed that the eyes had stopped
focusing on him and went back to their brainless activities. Looking back he
was able to take in the room. It was blue, much like the room before the
stairs, except the pillars weren’t there. The room was smaller, around the size
of an average room, or so it seemed. Jason did at one point live a good life,
when his parents were together they had that perfect suburban house with
nice rooms and a huge backyard, he had a room that could be fit for a prince.

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