A Town Worth Meeting

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"What-- what happened to the-- the--" I pointed at the ground. "The fluffy stuff? All the cozy stuff?!" I exclaimed.

"The king, King Edison, chooses whatever he wants it to be. If he's happy, than it will be the Heaven like feeling it was. Now if he's feeling adventurous, the portal hallway will change to this forest thing."

"What if he's mad?" I asked.

"Then it will be a volcano like pattern. Lava will be surrounding us, just leaving a small little rock path. The roof will be rock, so yeah." Zach said trying to describe the scenery. I suspected that Zach hadn't seen the volcanic hallway. Maybe, he had only heard stories about it from other people.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the wooden door.

Zach pushed the heavy door open. The trees had turned to dust, and was now the Heaven again. The bright light blinded me for a moment as I said my goodbye to the California doorway. I walked threw the door. For some reason, I held my breath as I entered Desminik. This portal took us to a truly, different but magical place. The portal seemed to have led us into a festival of some sort. One that seemed to take place in the olden days, with wizards, and monsters, and princesses, kings and queens, magic and ogres, just everything. The houses, just small one stories, were all made out of wood. Zach and I entered on a dirt path. Humidity wacked me in the face, hard. The town was about the size of Memphis, Michigan. The town was surrounded by trees, well, a forest. Dragon's of red, purple, green, and blue were in the distance, hovering above the forest about a mile away. In the far off distance I even spotted a few giants. They were huge! At least 60 stories high. The giants were trying to grab the dragons. I laughed at, what I thought was, their stupidity.

Zach and I walked past about twelve houses before he started blabbering about someone. And I actually listened!

"That's the Wizard of Life," Zach said pointing to a woman wearing little clothing. Her hair was a white to a blonde, also, curly. Absolutely gorgeous. Blue eyes and dimples laid across her face. A leaf necklace was around her neck, and a tiny, soft yellow skirt was around her waist. The skirt was small, very small. A soft yellow top exposing her stomach was also on the woman. She was a doctor healing patience; an injured man. She stopped her spell, and smiled and waved at me. I did the same back. "Her name is Alayna."

Zach and I turned to the left.

"That's the Death Wizard, he assassins, and kills people. Or if an animal is suffering...and it's old...you know..." Zach said gesturing to an older man with his hands. This wizard was in his late thirties or late forties. He was a bald man, with an eight inch black beard. He had fiery red eyes, and big bushy eyebrows. A scar ran from the side of his forehead, down to his neck. An animal cloak that was once a grey wolf was draped down his back and grabbing the floor. Big black boots held his feet in place. Maroon kakis and long sleeve shirt was on him. He held a wand that glowed at the end. His look was threatening, and scary. I liked the Life Wizard much better. "That's Disparu."

Zach and I walked about ten feet forward before we stopped again.

"That's the Earth Wizard," Zach said pointing at an old, thicker man. "He can do powers with dirt, and rocks, and lava, and mountains, and volcanoes, and stuff like that. He is all dry, no water or snow." Zach said as we walked further. The Earth Wizard looked a lot better, not as scary. He had one of those curly French mustaches that was white, the top of his hair was bald, but the sides were full of white hair. He had a large nose and big brown eyes. This wizard was at least 60 years old. He was shorter, and thicker. He was dressed in brown, all brown. He had on uggs, and a pair of brown pants on. The Earth Wizard had on a rock necklace and a brown cape. His top was a v-neck and as you guessed, it was brown. "His name is...uhhh....-" Before Zach could figure out how to say the Earth Wizard's name, he came over.

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