All his life, Searan had been told never to go beyond the canyon. He had been told of the heat on the west side and the chill on the east.
But as he stood at the edge of the only village in existence, he wondered if this was true.
The world, he had been told, was flat; on one side of the earth, there was night; cold, moon and stars. The other side was day; hot, sun, no clouds.
Between the lands of Sun and Moon was the only inhabitable place, Balance Canyon. And Searan was leaving it. Leaving behind Teira, Demo and his mother. And, most possibly, his life.
Balance Canyon, the only place where food could grow and people live. Well, Searan was going to prove it wrong. He would go live in this wasteland, the Sunaricuni, the Land of the Sun. And he would come back, years later, as a hermit.
Ha, he’d tell them; I did the so-called impossible and still standing here!
He cast one last, long look at the only village, and heaved himself over the rim of the canyon.
Goodbye, Teira
Goodbye, Demo
I love you, mother.
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This occurred to me whilst I was thinking, 'what if the world really *was* flat, and the night and the dark stayed on opposite sides? But there has to be life, so there would be a small intersection.' XD
Ideas all belong to me. XD
~Sumi
Thanks for pointing that out...XD
