Elemental Eyes

Imagination Adventure

Chapter 15
Imagination Adventure

Destiny's POV

"No really Slate, where are we going?" I questioned him. "Hold on we're almost there." "that didn't answer my question" I said. "Ok, ok, where here" he said tiredly. "Now open your eyes." I opened my eyes and saw 2 VERY large doors towering above us. He then opened the door with a key he took out of his pocket.

"OH MY GOD! It's beautiful! I can't believe it!" I said amazed. "It's amazing isn't it? It used to be mine, but for now, you can have it." He gave me the key and wrapped my hand around it. "A library, a VERY BIG library, just for me..." I mumbled.

I then ran into the library, scrolling through the books and climbing the ladders to investigate the very TALL regions of books. "Thank you Slate." I said to him. "Anything for the princess." I giggled at his remark.

"Please, don't call me princess." "As you wish, princess" he laughed at his own words and then said "ok, I'm done, sorry." "It's ok." I said slyly. "I'm going to go get lunch, be back soon." "Ok, take your time." I said. He then left me in the library. With all the books. I opened up a book called The Quest a poem book and sat down and read it.

Chapter 1 The Door

Out of it steps our future, through this door
Enigmas, executioners and rules,
Her Majesty in a bad temper or
A red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools.

Great persons eye it in the twilight for
A past it might so carelessly let in,
A widow with a missionary grin,
The foaming inundation at a roar.

We pile our all against it when afraid,
And beat upon its panels when we die:
By happening to be open once, it made

Enormous Alice see a wonderland
That waited for her in the sunshine and,
Simply by being tiny, made her cry.

Chapter 2 The Preparations

All had been ordered weeks before the start
From the best firms at such work: instruments
To take the measure of all queer events,
And drugs to move the bowels or the heart.

A watch, of course, to watch impatience fly,
Lamps for the dark and shades against the sun;
Foreboding, too, insisted on a gun,
And coloured beads to soothe a savage eye.

In theory they were sound on Expectation,
Had there been situations to be in;
Unluckily they were their situation:

One should not give a poisoner medicine,
A conjurer fine apparatus, nor
A rifle to a melancholic bore.

Chapter 3 The Crossroads

Two friends who met here and embraced are gone,
Each to his own mistake; one flashes on
To fame and ruin in a rowdy lie,
A village torpor holds the other one,
Some local wrong where it takes time to die:
This empty junction glitters in the sun.

So at all quays and crossroads: who can tell
These places of decision and farewell
To what dishonour all adventure leads,
What parting gift could give that friend protection,
So orientated his vocation needs
The Bad Lands and the sinister direction?

All landscapes and all weathers freeze with fear,
But none have ever thought, the legends say,
The time allowed made it impossible;
For even the most pessimistic set
The limit of their errors at a year.
What friends could there be left then to betray,
What joy take longer to atone for; yet
Who could complete without the extra day
The journey that should take no time at all?