Swirling puffs of white fog drifted slowly upward gradually revealing a surface that looked like a glass mirror, shiny and smooth with a faint glimmer of silver. Sara, James and Thomas looked downward and were surprised to see not a reflection, but images of grassy hills, trees and blue sky. Bright, clear and clean, this land had not been touched by man yet. Anmals roamed freely about the land, plants grew tall and beautiful in neat rows ready for use. No buildings occupied space there, no people walked around on the surface. It reminded them of a place they had been once before when seeking Braccus’ hidden object. They had gone back to a time before the Keepers arrived on the surface of the land that bore their name. The very first world Iam had created, it had been untouched by anything dirty or mean, but hadn’t stayed that way for long. Even way back then Braccus had found a way to ruin what Iam had made, quickly killing animals and plants as he arrived to experiement on Braccus’ world in secret. Unpleasant memories of that meeting with Braccus came to mind as the group stood surrounded by a place filled with nothing, but overlooking everything. The scene below them was filled with an explosion of lovely color but the air around them was a pale washed out white, much like the pasty muted color of their skin. Death had brought some extreme changes in their appearance. Sara noticed that her own hand had the appearance of not coming into contact with the sun, ever. She was so pale that she was sure that Finola’s new friend Eric, even as white as he was, would have appeared a shade or two darker than she was; she was dead but she had a sense of humor. She glanced over and saw a small smile pull Thomas and James’ lips upward as they read her mind. She smiled too for just an instant before realizing they were all probably just having a nervous reaction to their recent deaths, because really it wasn’t that funny. Remembering the reason they were here they tried to be more serious but Sara still had to fight the urge to giggle long and loudly while she watched the worlds move along inches from the sneakers she had been wearing when she died. The companions tried to become serious again by squeezing each other’s hands tightly and concentrating on what they were seeing at that very moment. Doing this helped a little but it was still a minute or two more before the Keepers were able to wipe the silly smiles from their faces. It was either laugh or cry and it seemed for just a short time, the laughter took over until they were able to focus in their surroundings once again. The beauty of the lands they saw, calmed them, drawing their eyes downward toward the remarkable landscape, it helped to look at something besides themselves and the view certainly was interesting. As they continued to watch in fascination, the scene below them shifted and it was as if watching the world form below them. The things they were seeing were not holding still like a pretty picture, they were moving. Clouds floated across the sky clearly visible just below their feet, and they could see people now. Human beings moved along in sturdy work clothes farming and building, laughing and playing. Since their view was so good and they could see for quite some distance ahead of them, it seemed that the scenes they were seeing constantly changed. It was like watching time pass as they looked down upon it. The people and landscape they saw shifted, little children grew up and older; mountains rose and wore away with the passage of time. Buildings rose and fell, trees grew and were chopped down. Events that took many years seemed to be occurring over a matter of minutes and before their very eyes. And it wasn’t just the land of the Keepers they saw, it was other places too. Exotic places with blue grass and purple skies was visible on one section of their unusual flooring, while swampy ground and deserts with orange sand occupied a section farther ahead to the left. The occupants of each section were different too; though closely resembling your average everyday person, each resident boasted the slight changes Iam had made with each new world he created. (Looking down at the world- excerpt from Book#5 of The Sara Chronicles- The great Unknown and all that Lies Beneath it)
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