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Australia
For anyone who may have noticed the lack of updates lately, study is taking most if not all of my time at present, and the blog is on hiatus until I get back to exploring again.

Oh food for thought:

When you say things in anger, they leave a scar. You can put a knife in and quickly draw it out. But it won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. ........ Lesson: A verbal wound can live as long and be a damaging as a physical one.

Journey to Innsmouth (part 7 Final)

Australia
(Please read the previous posts for the remainder of the story)



The sound of a diesel motor chugging and water slapping against wood filled my ears; trying to outdo the thumping of my head. I groaned and heard,
“I think she’s coming to, Cap’n,” then, “Missy, eh Missy...how ‘bout you open them eyes, we were worried about ya.”

Slowly opening my eyes and squinting in the sunlight, I began to focus on room I had awoken in. Looking about I could see I was in some kind of small cabin. There was the bed I was laying upon, a desk where my hip bag now sat, a chair which the speaker was sitting on, and not a lot else. I went to sit up and immediately felt dizzy.

“Now, now, rest back Missy” the man said, “you took a hit there, we tried to miss you, but the wave tossed you into the side of our boat.”

Laying back down, I closed my eyes until the dizziness and nausea had passed. Then as I remembered what had happened, I said, “INNSMOUTH!”

The man started and said, “I’ll just get the Cap’n” He jumped from the chair and headed out the door.

The next man to appear I assumed was the Cap’n. He introduced himself to me as Dan and told me I was on a small fishing vessel.

“Way out here?” My face must have looked as incredulous as my voice sounded, for Dan laughed and said,

“Of course, we get the biggest, best quality fish around and therefore the best price. All because we are willing to go further out to sea than most, and spend a little more time off shore. But because of that, we only go out a few times per year, and the fish have a chance to restore their numbers. It’s the best out here.”

“But what about Innsmouth?” I asked, “Don’t you have to worry about the creatures there? Have you ever docked there and seen the devastated town?”

The smile slid from Dan’s face, “I don’t know what you are talking about...I have never heard of the place you mention.”

“It was where I was swimming from when you found me” I said, sounding desperate as I tried to remember exactly what had happened just as the boat had found me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember seeing the boat, only that my head had hit *something*, and the other man had said I had been tossed into the side of their boat.

“We found you out to sea, miss.” Dan said, “I think the knock on your head is playing with your mind, your memory, you know?” Dan’s eyes bore into mine, and I could only nod. “I’ll send Steve in with some water for you, I expect you are dehydrated.” Dan got up and left and moments later, in walked the first man, whom I then found out was Steve.

Steve stayed with me for most of the evening, and I found I had been rescued the evening before. It had now been twenty four hours since I had been rescued from that horrible place, and we were not far from the mainland Steve explained. Steve stayed with me as I drifted off to sleep, and I murmured to him that I would show him my polaroid pictures later of what I had found in Innsmouth. Steve left, and I overheard snippets of him speaking with Dan, and I’m sure I heard him mention polaroids.

It must have been near midnight when I woke again, and suddenly I needed to see my pictures; I needed to know that I hadn’t imagined the whole thing. My hip bag was sitting on the desk and I picked it up, suddenly knowing what I was going to find.

No pictures. No camera even. I know they had been there, and I was sure Dan & Steve didn’t want my story getting out. I sat up slowly, and this time didn’t become dizzy. Creeping outside of my cabin, I crept up behind a sleeping Steve. Steve, who had been so nice to me, was sleeping next to a container which had only recently held something hot, something which had been so hot, it had become nothing but melted remains of photographs, polaroids even. I held back a frustrated cry and crept back to my room.

I knew why they had done it. Money – that was the most lucrative fishing area they had told me, and I was sure Dan knew what had happened to Innsmouth. He didn’t want to upset the applecart as that could upset his income. They had probably only picked me up because they were worried about where my body would surface if they hadn’t. And then to find out I had polaroids – wow, they must be thanking their lucky stars.

I couldn’t say anything. Like it or not, they were my saviours, and I needed them to get back to shore. So the next day when I searched for the polaroids and acted out my anguish at the loss of my camera and pictures, they both consoled me suitably. Steve (the swine) even went as far as to suggest I hadn’t grabbed the camera and pictures from my suitcase. They were both good actors, and I acted out my part so well, I was sure someone be waiting with an Oscar when we docked.

That wasn’t to be, and Innsmouth was to affect the rest of my life. In the beginning, I tried to gather funds and interest in returning. I tried to tell anyone who would listen that the Innsmouth townsfolk needed closure, and that the creatures needed to be dealt with. No one believed me, my story too incredulous to be true. I gave my writings to a friend, who thought it a cute story and published it in parts on her blog. I couldn’t sleep and told a doctor about the reasons why. This netted me a diagnosis – a label, and that label would stay with me for the remainder of my days. Each time I mentioned Innsmouth, the doctors would all look at their notes, and nod at the label which ruined my job, my friendships and my self-worth.

So now I spend my days in the activity room, playing pool or backgammon with whomever is there that day. I don’t see any of my previous friends, and my family visit on special occasions for an embarrassed ten minutes or so of silence. I have long stopped mentioning that place, the place which ruined my life.

And when I cry out in the night, with the nightmares which rise unbidden during my sleep, a nurse comes and places a wafer of medication onto my tongue. It sticks to my tongue and I wouldn’t be able to spit it out, even if I wanted to...but I don’t want to, for this medication numbs my brain and allows me to sleep without the horrors which are waiting to remind me of some place I visited in the past.

So tell me, as you read or listen to this tale....would you like to visit Innsmouth?

Journey to Innsmouth (Part 6)

Australia
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Innsmouth/29/221/25

(Short summary: Our intrepid explorer has landed on what she thought was a stopping point on her travel itinerary. Once there, she found the immediate area to be barren, charred and falling apart. Upon coming across a sign, she realised she had been dropped off at the wrong location. Coming to grips with that, she started towards what she thought was the town and hoped was a telephone. Along the way, she finds 1920's vehicles, some rusted, some in good condition - on her path. She wonders about the age of these vehicles, as time appears to have stopped in the area. As she starts to cross a bridge, she sees a strange unfriendly looking creature on the other side. She crouches behind the car and takes a picture with her polaroid camera. Then decides to head in a different direction than that of the creature. Our explorer then prays in an old church she finds, and comes across what appears to be the center of the town - a playground surrounded by buildings. She finds a building with a sign for a telephone, but any remnants of a telephone are long gone. She then partakes of the alcoholic offerings (as nothing else had withstood time and elements) and gathered up courage to keep going. Just when she thought she had found her way off the island, via an intact boat tied to a dock, she finds more of the creatures. She moves away from them only to see another in a building. Ducking into the nearest door, she finds herself in a bar and starts drinking. Once her dutch courage has been restored, the explorer relinquishes her position in the bar and wanders along a road out of town and finds an old mansion sitting atop a hill overlooking the ocean. Hoping to find another way off the island, one that is not currently blocked by those menacing creatures, she sees something which shakes her to the core. A HUGE creature, far larger than any other she has seen thus far is standing some distance away. This one appears to be the leader. Our explorer gets away from the mansion before she is seen by the creature and feels in need of more alcoholic solace back at the bar. Once she is sufficiently inebriated, the explorer first heads to the falling down opera theatre, then to the dilapidated theatre, followed by more nosing in the townhouses. Once again, nosing is not to our explorers benefit, as she comes across another creature (small one) that appears to be injured. In her inebriated state, the explorer does not fully comprehend the creature cannot attack her and she attacks it with an empty bottle she is carrying. In response, the creature calls out, and the gigantic creature the explorer saw earlier responds and is on its way).

(continuation)

‘Bugger, bugger, bugger!’ I’m sure the words going through my head were much worse than that, but owing to memory and story, the words have been changed for family reading...

Running back down the stairs, I could see through the window there had been quite a few creatures arrive. I wondered briefly why they hadn’t come swarming in as I turned and raced out a back door, but as I heard the thunderous roar and heavy steps of the leader, I knew. Fortunately for me, the creatures did not seem to have the sense of mind to think of back entrances. Crowded at the front as they were, I was able to duck out the back door and slink behind the group of buildings before the leader arrived to see what was going on.

One thing was for sure; I had to get OFF this island, and I had to get off NOW.

The boat. That was my only chance. I raced for the dock and the boat which sat there. To my relief, the two creatures I had seen earlier were gone, having joined the others at the door of the building I was in just moments ago. I jumped aboard and raced into the cabin. Looking at the controls, I suddenly wished I hadn’t partaken of so many drinks. Nothing made sense. I had no idea about driving a boat and even in a sober state would have had difficulty.

An intense feeling of wanting to live overwhelmed me and in a clear headed moment, I grabbed an old, dirty lifejacket and put it on. It was then I became aware that there had been an increase in the noise near the boat. I dared to look out of the window, and my heart sank. The creatures knew I was there, and jumped about pointing at the boat.

“oh crap” I had no idea how to even get this thing started and I was in deep trouble. The creatures knew I was on board, and were waiting once again for their leader. This was the only chance I was going to get.

Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and I quickly sorted through my suitcase I had placed there earlier. Into a small waterproof hip bag, I placed my polaroid camera, the pictures, my wallet and passport. Everything else I left - nothing else mattered. I didn’t need to look at the dock to know the leader had almost arrived. I got down onto my belly and slithered to the back of the boat – the end facing the open sea. With the cabin hiding me from their view, I quickly climbed over the back of the boat, hanging onto the rear before dropping into the water with a soft splash.

I floated on my back so I could see the dock as I kicked my legs underwater to propel me out to sea. Looking behind every now and then I began navigating the rocks the lighthouse beacon was warning of when I saw the monstrous creature arrive. It stopped for a moment, possibly wondering why the boat had not roared to life as I attempted my escape. Then with an almighty roar, the creature jumped into the water, landing at the rear of the boat. That one act rolled the boat and nearly tore the ropes which had it tethered to the dock. My legs found a speed I hadn’t known I had before as I realised how futile my boat idea would have been. The creature righted the boat and peered inside. Satisfied that I had possibly been sent into the water when the boat rolled, the creature then stomped about the cove, most likely hoping to either squash or drown me.

I kicked even faster, moving my arms under the water also as I tried to avoid the waves which now threatened to throw me onto the very rocks I was trying to avoid. The creature still had not realised I was escaping, but it could still kill me nevertheless. Just the other side of the rocks, I began to breathe a little easier. None of the creatures knew I had left the boat, and they all seemed to believe I had perished when the boat rolled. I could see the leader climb out of the water and head away from the dock.

Feeling that the immediate danger was over, I slowed my paddling and glanced furtively about to ensure that there were no other creature than that I was leaving behind. All clear, except for one thing. Now that I was heading into the open sea, the waves were just as big as what the creature had created by jumping into the water. Once again I was thankful I hadn’t attempted to drive the boat after all, but I had no idea how long I was going to last just paddling in the water.

Was I imagining it? Could I hear the sound of a boat nearby? My first thought was to scream and wail, followed immediately by a thought that the creatures were not all that far away that I wouldn’t be heard. It didn’t matter, if that was a boat, I had to get its attention. But how? I contemplated unbuckling my hipbag and throwing that in the air as some kind of beacon, except I couldn’t throw very far, and I may lose it. Plus the hip bag was black, and in this now failing light, black wasn’t much of a beacon. I was sure I could hear the chug, chug of a boat.

There was no doubt about it, I had to find something, anything to gain that boats attention. In a frantic moment, I patted the pockets of the lifejacket and found a flare. I couldn’t believe my luck. This would surely show the creatures I was still alive, but I didn’t care. It was now or never. I cracked the flare and threw it, watching it spark and glow, giving away my position to all and sundry.

I could see the creatures on the shore jumping about wildly again as they called their leader back. Suddenly I realised I couldn’t hear the boat anymore. Had I imagined it? Had I just given away my position for nothing? I sobbed out loud and the next wave hit me from the side, my head hitting something on my left and then all was dark...

(to be continued)

Journey to Innsmouth (Part 5)

Australia
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Innsmouth/29/221/25

(Short summary, or read the previous posts for the full story: Our intrepid explorer has landed on what she thought was a stopping point on her travel itinerary. Once there, she found the immediate area to be barren, charred and falling apart. Upon coming across a sign, she realised she had been dropped off at the wrong location. Coming to grips with that, she started towards what she thought was the town and hoped was a telephone. Along the way, she finds 1920's vehicles, some rusted, some in good condition - on her path. She wonders about the age of these vehicles, as time appears to have stopped in the area. As she starts to cross a bridge, she sees a strange unfriendly looking creature on the other side. She crouches behind the car and takes a picture with her polaroid camera. Then decides to head in a different direction than that of the creature. Our explorer then prays in an old church she finds, and comes across what appears to be the center of the town - a playground surrounded by buildings. She finds a building with a sign for a telephone, but any remnants of a telephone are long gone. She then partakes of the alcoholic offerings (as nothing else had withstood time and elements) and gathered up courage to keep going. Just when she thought she had found her way off the island, via an intact boat tied to a dock, she finds more of the creatures. She moves away from them only to see another in a building. Ducking into the nearest door, she finds herself in a bar and starts drinking ).


Coming out of the bar sometime (and many bottles) later, I saw the creature had gone from the nearby building. Unsure if that was a good thing or not, I continued South and across another covered bridge. I found what must have once been the home of the richest person in town, although it appeared that all the money in the world couldn't save a person in this godforsaken place.

Now with no social niceties to worry about, I freely poked my nose into the townspeoples houses. Everything here was covered in dust, dirt and goodness knows what else, so I was not at all worried the owners of the houses would arrive and catch me out. Once upon a time, this mansion would have been the envy of everyone in town, but now I felt it was a beacon to those creatures and that this was perhaps the first place which was ruined.

I went back outside and climbed over the cliffs the house stood on, hoping to find another boat I could make my escape on. Instead what I found was much worse.

Bigger than any of the creatures I had seen to date, this one stood as tall as the water tower which was leaning nearby. I could only see it from the back, but one thing was for certain...this one was the leader.

Monster in the distance

My dutch courage was fast leaving and having now seen something which could eat me in one gulp, I felt I needed a plan.

First things first...back to the bar. I didn’t need refreshment, I needed to numb my brain. If I were going to be mauled by some horrible unearthly creatures, I was going to be as inebriated as I could be. I laughed to myself thinking of how my sister had been mocking my non-alcoholic ways. “How can you have any fun on your trip if you never drink alcohol?” she had asked in wonder. Well, dear sis, I am drinking now!

After sampling many different bottles under the pretence of finding out which one I liked the best, I decided to paint the town red – even if it was with my own blood.

First stop – pick up my suitcase and put it in that boat. I was sure that was to be my way of escape, so I wanted to have my things in the cabin waiting for me. I ran back to where I had my suitcase stowed and snuck it onto the boat. Next up - the opera theatre...well, I had always wanted to attend the opera, and this one was free. Bottle in hand, I even let myself up to one of the balcony boxes. Can’t say much for the show though. Next was the cinema – or theatre. At least that had some old, sepia movie playing. No sound though, so I made up my own dialogue to the movie, even using the now empty bottle as a mic.

Once bored with that, I decided to nosey through some of the other buildings. They were very similar, living area downstairs, bathroom and bedroom upstairs. All were old and covered with 80 years of grime.

I opened the door to one bathroom and suddenly I was face to face with one of the creatures. Instantly sober, my thoughts were “this is it, I’m a goner now”. The creature stared at me, and very slowly shuffled towards me. Instantly I realised it was injured and couldn’t attack. My survival instincts took over and I smashed the empty bottle of liquor over its head. Bad move – it squealed with such anguish, that I instantly regretted my actions. Sure enough, there was an immediate answering call. This call was so loud, and so ferocious that I damn near peed my pants. I knew, without a doubt that mummy was on its way, and I knew how big mummy was...

(to be continued).

Journey to Innsmouth (Part 4)

Australia
Despair.

That one word said it. I couldn’t describe my feelings any more clearly than that. I stood gaping at the old dilapidated building, thinking that maybe someone was going to jump out at any moment yelling “surprise!” and hand me the telephone I was so desperate to seek.
How could the world have left this place? How could no one be here, and no one come through and set things right? Nothing made sense to me, especially the creepy playground with the equipment turning.

What was that noise? It sounds like a little girl taunting me…”na, na, na, na, na, na, naa, naa”

Instead of enjoying the 1920’s vehicles in their well preserved state, they now struck me with fear. If things have been left for this long, what will become of me?

I walked on – just what else could I do? I found the long distance telegraph building – again falling apart, with no hope of finding a telephone. I had to wonder if I would even get a connection to the outside world if I did find a telephone. One thing I did find – alcohol. These bottles have had YEARS to mature, so I found a few drops which slid down my throat very smoothly indeed. I never had been one for drinking, but suddenly I was throwing caution to the wind.

Now with some dutch courage, I wandered the town openly and headed east. Broken docks near the lighthouse, an intact dock, and an intact boat – may have to think about using that later. Looking from the boat out towards the lighthouse, I froze. Two more of the creatures were crouched together as though amicably watching the waves. Reality hit me with a thud. Not only was there more than one creature in this terrible place, but they were currently blocking what appeared to be my only way out. In the distance, I could see what appeared to be a boat half on its side. Was that the result of the last person to try to leave?

Dock, Boat and 2 creatures

I crept back up to the road and started south..but stopped once again when I saw yet another creature. This one was standing inside one of the buildings. I could even see its chest moving as it breathed.

I ducked into the nearest door and found myself in a bar. Music was playing as though someone had only just been in here. The old radio playing its tune merrily belied the tone of the town, and with my frustration mounting, it was all I could do to stop myself picking it up and throwing it against the wall. But I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I had been lucky…so far.

So for now, I was going to enjoy myself in the bar, and partake of the offerings. For all I knew, this could be the last drink I was ever going to have, and I was going to make it a good one. “Top shelf thanks, Bartender”…

Creature in the building

Journey to Innsmouth (Part 3)

Australia
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Innsmouth/29/221/25

(Short summary: Our intrepid explorer has landed on what she thought was a stopping point on her travel itinerary. Once there, she found the immediate area to be barren, charred and falling apart. Upon coming across a sign, she realised she had been dropped off at the wrong location. Coming to grips with that, she started towards what she thought was the town and hoped was a telephone. Along the way, she finds 1920’s vehicles, some rusted, some in good condition – on her path. She wonders about the age of these vehicles, as time appears to have stopped in the area. As she starts to cross a bridge, she sees a strange unfriendly looking creature on the other side. She crouches behind the car and takes a picture with her polaroid camera. Then decides to head in a different direction than that of the creature).

I have to admit, I was shaken to the core by the creature I had seen. My picture didn’t do it justice, but there was no way I was hanging about to take a better one. I needed to find a way out of here, and I needed to do that NOW.

To my immediate right, was a street with dilapadated old buildings and in the distance I could see some sort of a park. Again, there were 1920’s style vehicles parked here and there, and it was becoming aparent this place had been left like this for some time.

I started down the street, and saw what I hoped was a refuge, a church on the right hand side. Even with doors of the hinges and the seating all askew, I still saw it as a place of hope. I ignored the dirty walls, the broken windows and the dust of unuse on the seats, and even the bits of ground which had pushed its way through the floor. I had never been more aware of my mortality than at that moment, and for the first time in what had probably been years, I prayed to be safely out of there.

Innsmouth Church

Feeling somewhat rejuvenated by my little sojourn into religion, I crept out of the church. One thing was for sure: I needed to find a telephone, and hope it worked. I didn’t want to contemplate that a telephone may not work here – it was just too hard to carry on if one thought like that.

Walking south, I reached the playground I had seen from the distance. This must be the centre of town, although right now, I was beginning to feel it was a ghost town. Creepily, there was some play equipment turning around, almost as though some children had only just jumped off. The sounds in this area were making my skin crawl…

Innsmouth Town Center

The playground was almost a centrepiece with buildings surrounding it on all four sides. One looked like a theatre, one an opera house, one a liquor shop, and what I had been looking for! a sign post read: Telephone your telegrams from here!….well, telegrams was kind of old fashioned, and the candlestick telephone in the picture didn’t help my unease…but what sent my shoulders sagging was the state of the building – there was no way I was going to be able to telephone a telegram or anything else. The building was falling apart, and anything that was left inside was long destroyed by the water and other elements coming through the broken glass of the windows.

I can’t describe my disappointment. I was stuck in an area where time had stopped, a horrible creature was nearby and I couldn’t find a telephone to get help. What was I going to do?

Innsmouth Telephone sign

Journey to Innsmouth (Part 2)

Australia
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Innsmouth/29/221/25

(continued from: What? Innsmouth? That isn't where I was supposed to be dropped off! I couldn't believe it...I had been dumped in the WRONG place! )

...

'Don't panic...everything will be just fine' I thought to myself, trying to remain calm.

It seemed like the best thing for me to do, would be to find a telephone and call the travel agent. Surely this mistake could be easily rectified.

Looking ahead, I could see an enclosed bridge, and ignoring the fact that it was tilted to one side, I headed towards it as it seemed like the closest thing to a proper shelter I had seen thus far. Testing the wooden flooring, I found it to be solid and stood just inside the entrance and out of the continuing rain. I stayed there for a while, drying off whilst I contemplated the predicament I was in. Once dry, I started looking about some more.

It was then I noticed the old rusted car on the Western side of the covered bridge (the direction from where I had come from). It looked like it was from the 1920's. Lamenting the waste of must have been a lovely looking car, I stowed my luggage within the covered bridge and continued east. Rusted vehicle and my shelter

Coming out the other side of the bridge, I noticed another broken 1920's looking vehicle. Then before I had even had time to wonder about the similar ages of the cars, I could see another 1920's vehicle sitting on the road ahead of me. What WAS this place? Had time stopped here? Old vehicles from the covered bridge

Finally the rain seemed to have ceased. I was able to venture futher from my shelter and couldn't believe what I could see. In the area I had arrived, it looked as though a fire had raced through at some point. All the houses had the same dark, almost charcoal appearance. The trees were all charred and burnt, and some of the houses and even a church only had the shells remaining. Shivers ran down my spine and I decided to head further east just as the rain started again.

As I came to the car I had seen from the distance, I stopped short. On my left, ahead of me and across the bridge was some sort of creature. I couldn't see it properly from where I was standing, but it did NOT appear friendly. I crouched behind the car and took a picture with my polaroid camera.

It was hard to see the creature properly through the bars of the bridge railing, but the picture was the best I could do, as I did not want to get any closer.Creature through the bars

It was time to go a different direction... (to be continued)

Journey to Innsmouth (Part 1)

Australia
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Innsmouth/33/222/26

The rain was the first thing I noticed as I disembarked from the little boat which had brought me here. The man had given me a single strange look before dumping my suitcase unceremoniously on the ground, jumping back into his dinghy and rowing back to the liner which had stopped to let me off.

I barely noticed the man leave as I rumaged around to see if I had something to give my head relief from the rain pelting down. The only thought I had, was how strange it was that the liner had stopped to take me to this shore, when I had been sure the place I was visiting was on its list of port-of-calls.

I saw there was an old house just in front of where I arrived, so I circled the outside looking for a way in. The windows were broken, and the house almost seemed to be tilted on one side. Obviously this house had seen better days, but in my desperation to get out of the rain, I could only hope it had a solid and non-leaking roof.

Try as I might, I couldn't find a way in, so I huddled under the fallen porch roof in an attempt to keep dry. Leaning against the closed up house, surveyed my surroundings.

This is NOT what was in the travel brochure...

Dead trees...
barren earth...
a house to the right which looked partly submerged in water...
and what is it with this rain???

I checked to see if my polaroid camera was waterproof...it seems to be, so I have started to take some pictures.

There were some strange looking coloured lights over to the left, which seemed to be unusal in this barren landscape. As I began to make my way towards those lights, I came across a sign, it read:

"Greetings from beautiful, historic
INNSMOUTH, Mass."

What? Innsmouth? That isn't where I was supposed to be dropped off! I couldn't believe it...I had been dumped in the WRONG place!

(To Be Continued...)

Broken down house (I couldn't find a way in, no matter how I tried).
Innsmouth_old_house

Innsmouth Sign
Innsmouth_sign

Exploring Second Life - Sparrow Song

Australia
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Sparrow%20Song/178/88/21

From the moment I arrived, I felt I had been transported to a fantasy land. Beautiful waterfalls and garden areas to see. I had been exploring for some time when I heard a noise over the crest of a slope. I peeked around a tree and beheld a wonderful sight. It was pegasus and foal. That made the trip very satisfying. I decided not to bother them and continued on. Then a second sight asailed my eyes - it was an aurora. I stood in awe of this, when I realised I was not alone. Standing next to me, looking towards the aurora also, was a lovely black horse. I crept onwards and saw what was to be my goal A large mountain with waterfalls cascading to the ground. I stumbled across a snowy area, across a river, and finally was able to climb the mountain. What did I find there? You will have to visit yourself to find out.

Landing Point:
Landing Point

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