They had traversed the epic beige desert, and crossed the
cold slick tundra. Their guide said that all that was between them and the
great waterfall was a field of gray – and a giant pink mountain with its white plateau.
They made their way up the sheer face of the pink mountain.
Standing on the plateau, they saw it. The white pool where the waterfall should
be… but there was no water.
Three of them rushed ahead. They had waited until the giant
creatures had made a mistake. Waited for the one time when they had gone and
not ushered them all back to the dark cave. Waited for what seemed like ages –
years even. Others, the guides included, had seen the waterfall – taken there
by the smaller of the giant creatures – but these three had only heard the
tales.
There they stood; just outside the white pool but there was
no cool mist, no splash of water from above.
The hasty travelers were joined by the rest of their party, and climbed
down into the dry lagoon. The white rock was rough, and cold. The air rumbled,
and suddenly a wizard appeared with his knights!
“Fools!” the wizard bellowed. “You have trespassed in the
Great Ones waterfall! Only when they enter this lagoon does the water flow.
Only they have the power to make the cleansing mist! Only those deemed worthy
by them may enter here.”
They had come so far. But for what? The ground rumbled below
them.
THE GIANT CREATURE HAD RETURNED!
Before they could escape a hand reached down, and grabbed
one of the knights!
Perhaps they were doomed to live in those dark caves forever…
