There was a king once who ruled his kingdom with a bronze hand and protected it with brave archers. They all lived in a tall rock structure up on a steep mountain top overlooking an emerald expanse; At times, it seemed as though it was floating in a sea of cotton with its stairs spiraling downward through the vapor. At the base were trees that stood like sentries so grand they must have been as old as time itself; A quite and calm place with no more than an occasional old wooden ship traversing its coastline entering and exiting the bay, until one day everything changed. The Queen was celebrating her new gift-a tortoise-she got from the King. The King and Queen were engaging in sweet talk while sipping red tea and nibbling on butterpie at …show more content…
As he reached the last step, the Seer with long red hair stepped out holding a few wet stones cupped in the hand. With a still expresion, “ look into my hand,” said the Seer. So the archer stared down into the hand. “Do you know the way to where it landed?” asked the Seer. “Not exactly, but I think I know the general area.” replied the Archer, smiling a little more than twice while still staring at the stones. “Now look into my eyes,” commanded the Seer. Obeying the archer hE looked up into his eyes to see trees and things such as these. Next, the Seer handed him a map with directions. “ This will only be understood by the one who seeks the Queens treasure. Pay close attention to its details. If you get disoriented , close the eyes then soon help will arrive. One more thing: this is a message from the King. This is what the man said: “To write A twenty-two left one more than a few.”” The Seer turns his back then walks away slowly fading off into …show more content…
He ran up on a warlock standing at the edge of the sea. “Sir I need help,” requested the archer. The warlock raised his index finger splitting his lips. “Please, speak lightly my bees are boiling. What can I do?” asked the warlock. “I’m searching for Uncle Albert the Queens tortoise.” exclaims the Archer. “I will paint a picture,” replied the warlock. Just after the warlock flew around nearby and picked several golden lilies, he ground them up in a rock bowl until they turn to dust then tossed it into the teapot. The union boiled for a few minutes while he nailed a plank to a tree. Soon as the gold mix turned purple, with one smooth motion, he plucked the teapot from the fire then splashed its contents onto the face of the plank. A cardinal, dove, and blue bird appeared on its rough surface. “The cardinal points the way; The dove illuminates the night; During the day, the blue bird offers a clear sky,” explains the warlock. “Take them for a little luck.” Soon as the Archer grasped the wood, the birds flew off in the direction of the wind waving as they