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THE ARRIVAL He awoke to his senses and opened his eyes. He looked around and saw a canvas of colors, carefully mixed together to match perfectly to the eye. He gazed around, as he wandered through the land of mystery and pure beauty. He had never before seen such plentiful lands. The trees were filled with beautiful white flowers with pink interiors. Bees came rushing, according to their duties, and went from house to house, flower to flower, collecting fresh pollen in order to make their golden honey. The breeze blew through the slender trees, and some petals were taken away. As he walked forward, amazed, he could see the valleys and nature being replaced by stone and houses. He had reached a town of buildings. He observed the different houses and small shops close to each other as he walked through the place. It seemed like a farm area, but it was strange; it was also modern and fit his style. He looked at the people working or relaxing, as they also threw looks at him. He felt weird. An old farmer turned around and greeted him, as a warm welcome. Other people just stared at him and made him feel awkward and unwanted. Out of all the houses, big, small, cozy or strange, one house caught his attention. He thought that he might ask his questions to the people inside. It was small, but enough to shelter a handful of people. He combed his hair with his hands, because no man could present himself as a beggar, and dusted his clothes a little. So, after he put himself in order, he firmly knocked at the frail wooden door. The door opened shortly, and a rather ugly looking woman stepped out. Her face was wrinkled and blankly, her eyes so deep in thought even when she only stood quietly to wait for the boy to speak up to her. Her hands hinted at the long hours spent in the kitchen. She stared intensely at the boy, who was now trying to find the words to address the woman nicely. “Good day, ma’am. I was wondering where I had arrived…”, the boy uttered insecurely. “Good day to you too, young gentleman. This is a simple town, full of friendly people, which built a few things around to make it better. It does not have a specific name”, replied the woman, adding more wrinkles as she smiled. “What I might do here, and who has sent me to this place?” the boy enquired. “Well, neither I, nor the others know why people are sent here. We just found ourselves to be here, like you did. We don’t ask questions; we just enjoy life like before. It’s getting dark, and I assume you have nowhere to stay, so come along boy, we may continue this conversation indoors.” “Thank you, ma’am. It is very nice of you to let me stay here, but I assure you this is only temporary.” “No worries, boy, stay as much as you please, there is enough space for you in the house. We even have an extra guest room.” She entered the house, Aaron following her gratefully. He was going to resume his thoughts and wonders about these lands later on. Chapter 2