Once upon a time the King of Jeshear got a letter from a peasant. It said “You are king of a vast frontier that I would like to own a portion of. The piece of the land I would like has a small river in it with some very good looking fish. I will try and match any price you offer and I ensure you it will all be utilized very well. From your engineer, Clyde” the king was angry! How dare this petty man ask for his land! He also wanted to know how he knew that the fish were plenty! Did he go there frequently? He stormed to his bedroom and checked his clock. 9:03. He put on his pajamas and got under his silk covers thinking about who “Clyde” really was.
Princess Gala put down her book and blew out the light. She thought about the feud she had with her father about leaving the palace. She just wanted to see the people, shop at the market, be a regular person for one day. But her father refused. She thought about the barrier separating her from the external world. She was just about to fall asleep when a strong, smelly hand covered her mouth. “Hello puppet.” A gruff voice sneered “follow me and I’ll show you the real world.”
~~~ Clyde was tired. He had transported people everywhere. He had delivered all kinds of stuff like wood, ice, metal he even carried fish and chicken, a few dogs, some cats. He fell asleep easily, but did not stay asleep for long. He dreamed about a beautiful lady who had dark brown hair forest green eyes that looked… scared. He realized her eyes were brimming with tears as she screamed for help. A big burly man was carrying the lady and was riding a wicked looking beast that looked sort of like an overgrown boar. The man had long black hair with blue streaks. He yelled threats at the lady as they rode abreast. Clyde woke up with a start as something soft brushed against his cheek. Clyde’s spirit was fluttering around the room grabbing Clyde’s stuff and putting them in bags. The spirit had already made Clyde some coffee, and his eggs and toast were on the table waiting for him. The coffee smelled good and the eggs and toast were steaming. “Spirits sure know how to make good meals” Clyde thought. As he ate the spirit lifted things up and put the stuff on his train. Clyde thought that someone must have ordered something that was supposed to be with them right now. Or at least in a few minutes. But if that was the case, then why was the spirit packing all of his stuff?
