The Good Town

"You mean that I! Have to wear a skirt!!" "Yes, ma'am. Or, the police is coming right here to pick you up. Offense Number uhh? What was it again??" He replied. "No! I am not going to. For F*** sake." "Hey, young lady. you are not allowed to use foul language. Not in this town." He added. "Oh really?" "Yes ma'am" "You mean I can't say F*** s***! Mother f****** b****." She returned furiously. Mr. McMahon kept humming as naturally her words got censored. He held the skirt in front of him waiting for her to collect it. She ranted on and on and on saying one bad word or the other at intervals. She was fuming, too frustrated to think straight. "It's okay Rynn. Just wear the skirt" one of the boys said.  Rynn glared at him. She should have said, "because you aren't the one being forced into a skirt that's why." Instead of this long, hard glare. Without taking her eyes off, she dragged the skirt off Mr. McMahon's hands "Thank you, ma'am." He said and went upstairs to get something. Rynn marched upstairs after him. She went into one of the rooms and banged the door. She was still pissed off. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her baggy pants off. Then she picked up the skirt which she had prior placed on the bed and put it on. She stood up and looked into the mirror. She didn't like the way she looked. She bent down to test the length of the skirt from behind and didn't like how much it revealed so she checked the wardrobe in the room to do something about it. Meanwhile, Mr. McMahon had brought some supplies for the team. He had packed enough food for one week, some tools, water, and a thick blanket for each of them, one large tent (enough for three but they could manage), matches, oil, and a flashlight. He gave them some cash and instructions. "Remember! You have 3 hours, which is equivalent to 3 days over there. Any questions?" "I'm nervous." Gift declared. "Me too" someone added. Rynn came down to join the group smiling. The skirt wasn't as bad as she made it feel. It looked good. Some nice legs she had been hiding beneath those jeans. She grabbed one of the backpacks and stood beside the rest. "How did you say we will find the earth orb again?" "The cave, it's right at the edge of town. You won't get lost don't worry." "1,2,3 do you copy." Everyone turned around to stare at him. "What?" He said, "Was just checking to see if the walkie-talkie worked." He defended. "You are not taking this seriously," Rynn pointed out. "Let him know, that this town is going to remain like this if this mission fails." Mr. McMahon said. "That's why we need to take this seriously. We are the only ones who can do this." "Now, Go and bring back the wish horn. Let's return this good old town to normal." **** Thus the wind blew fiercely. Men and women arrayed in their thousands. Like little dots in an enclosed space. They were waiting, their eyes staring into the skies with just their hands to shade from the sun. They noticed the clouds had been favorable today. They had formed gracefully in the sky and this increased their hopes. They waited patiently rooted to this dry vast land that looked like the extension of the sky. Except it was light brown with silky smooth sand. "Oh, master! show us mercy!!" they cried. They needed to see their king who lived in a palace in the sky. He was the solution to all their problems. Seeing him was equivalent to killing six lions. They left their skin exposed to the sun and it had become brown from the extreme heat. Their stomachs rumbled with hunger but they refused food. Their lips tore from thirst and still, they didn't turn away. A Rumbling sound came from below. The ground was growling. The men fled the spot the noise was coming from. A large tower protruded from the ground and continued skyward. It grew in size causing a stampede. After a while, the place settled. Everyone followed the tower with their eyes.  The clouds had gathered at the top of the tower causing a shadow above everyone as it shaded them from the sun. The clouds ascended upwards until they became too tiny to be seen by anyone. "Oh they love me, don't they!" he muttered watching from the sky. His numerous servants were helping him dress up. They were making fittings for him. Finally, a red cape they added above the army uniform he had donned. Its buttons were shiny. Sparkly armor-like front to protect his chest and similar ones for his arms and back paired with shoes soft as foam. Immediately, he stepped out of the glass-like room gracefully. Two servants dressed in simple knee-length white gowns presented his Majesty with his most prized possession.  The wish horn.  It sat on the red pillow carried on a tray by the servants. He was glad at the sight of this horn. He took it and fled the hall. His throttling scent renting the air. His servants bowed with tears in their eyes. "Oh! what beauty and grace." The clouds descended. The people were buried beneath its shadows. They screamed happily. At last, he was here, For months they had yearned his presence. The cloud stopped at the tower where their king finally stood to be seen by all the thousands who came from far and wide. The cloud moved along having completed its obligations. Finally, their king had arrived. He smiled at their numbers. He held the horn to his lips after making a secret wish and blew it so loud the people below had to cover their ears because of its piercing sound. When it ended, they cheered.   He chuckled. For he knew whoever possessed the horn was the most powerful. For decades he had used it to subdue his enemies, conquer cities around the world, and make slaves out of many men. No one was above him. He was the only King. But his pride had not allowed him to see the bird hovering above his head. It had a rider. A Hula warrior. He rode the bird with one thing on his mind.  The horn. To him it was freedom, it was peace. He needed to free his people from pain and b*****e. Even if he had to steal it since that was the only means to get it. The bird screeched as it dived. It's sharp eyes on the price. It was too fast. The king didn't have enough time. The bird used its talons to snatch the horn away from his face, scaring him. He screamed while the bird flew farther without stopping. The rider kept praising the bird for he has become successful. And that day a decree was written and sealed with blood. Anyone who sought the cursed horn sought death upon himself.