Okay guys! I've got a new one that I hope will be better than the last one I posted! I hope you enjoy!
Noise, cars running, people strolling through the park conversing with other people on their phones or others who have joined them, children running around playing, their laughter almost louder than the conversations being heard. He could hear the wind whistling through the trees. The temperature was perfect, even in the shade of the willow tree, his back against the trunk, his long legs extended as far as they could go.
There were papers and writing utensils scattered around him. Bog watched lazily as the smoke from his cigarette rose toward the rustling leaves, Nothing, he thought as he released a sigh, I can't think of anything. I've lost my inspiration.
Bog slowly released another breath of smoke, My first book went off quite well, I don't understand why I can't write. According to the reviews, and the fans, it was as though I produced magic from my fingertips. Truth be told my first book was because of my pain. He shut his eyes attempting to not think about the woman who practically ripped out his heart and stomped it into the soil.
I wish I could find my inspiration once again. It was then that Bog heard a sudden sound and sat up putting out his cigarette butt, and took in his immediate surroundings.
At first all he saw were the mundane, peaceful events he saw each time he came to the park. People walking around, birds being fed, rabbits munching on grass, one large eared one with a long snout and tail was…Wait.
That doesn't look like a usual rabbit. When it stopped hopping Bog noticed that it had opposable thumbs, its long tail was like that of a rat, and when it turned its head so that Bog could see its profile, it had large, expressive eyes and its mouth looked as though it were stuck in a never ending grin. Bog watched for a moment as the creature hopped toward an oak.
He then quickly rose from where he was seated and followed after it. When he arrived at the tree, his small bag of writing supplies around his torso, the creature was nowhere to be found. Alright, so where did that little bugger get to? He wondered searching around the tree.
On his second time around the tree he saw a hole approximately the size of a full grown adult. As Bog bent down to investigate the hole he didn't notice as the creature came up behind him and pushed him in.
At first all Bog saw was pitch black, then came the searing pain around his torso, and a ringing in his ears. Finally, the darkness ended and his eyes were attacked by the rich, vivid colors that now surrounded him.
The psychedelic show was short when he finally ceased falling, headfirst onto a flower. "Ow!" He shouted in brief pain, "Wait, a flower?" Bog slowly rose until he felt that his feet were stable on the sunflower.
Well, that's new. He thought as he saw many flowers the same size as the one he was standing on. There was a line of trees that were even larger, and what appeared to be at the center of the meadow was a large rock.
"Okay Sammy! I get it! I need to write a new book soon but these things do take some time!" Bog yelled with his Scottish accent.
After a few moments he felt the weight shift on the other side of the flower.
He turned around and saw that it was the same weird rabbit from earlier, "You're the one who pushed me down the hole, aren't you?" Bog accused the creature. The creature looked at him and tilted its head to one side, like Bog was something new and interesting that needed to be studied.
"What am I thinking? Like that creature can answer me, everyone knows animals cannot speak." He mumbled, bringing his fingers to his eyes to rub some of the sand from them, still confused as to where he was and what was going on.
"I'll have you know I can understand your speech, and mimic it quite well." Bog paused from rubbing his eyes and looked around, except for him and the creature there was no one appeared to be around.
"Who said that?"
"Who do you think?" Bog's eyes widened as he turned slowly to face the creature once again. It was standing on its two hind legs instead of sitting on its back legs like it was a few moments prior.
"Good God I must be going mad."
The creature spoke with a deeper voice than one would have though for its size, "Why in the kingdom would you think that?"
"Because some odd rabbit just spoke to me! Because I somehow shrunk to the size of a dragonfly! Because everything, right now, is larger than I am!" Bog shouted at the creature.
"Sir, I am not an odd rabbit. I am an Imp," the Imp said matter-of-factly, "And of course you're the size of a dragonfly! How else are you supposed to fit inside the castle?"
Bog stared incredulously at the Imp, "Castle? What castle? And Imps do not exist!" Bog said.
"I assure you I most certainly do. And while we're standing here wasting time your welcoming party is on its way, and they aren't very welcoming to strangers."
Bog placed his head in his hand and let out an exasperated sigh, "Okay, say I believe you and we have very little time before my unwelcoming party comes to meet me, why am I here?"
I'm delusional, I've got to be. Why else would I be imagining myself like this? Speaking with a creature that doesn't exist? I'll just go along with this, for now, until I can get back to reality and see a doctor.
"I thought you would never ask!" The Imp stood on its two hind legs, ears erect, and hands clasped together in front of him, "This kingdom is in danger. There is another that threatens the peace and tranquility here. Unfortunately, the King believed the lies of the handsome Prince and has now promised the unique Princess as his betrothed."
Bog stared at the Imp skeptically, "And this is my problem because…?"
"I can't and won't give you all the details because I myself don't know the specifics, only that I have a gut feeling that you are involved in this somehow."
Bog dragged his hand down his face, starting to become annoyed at the creature, "Okay, so who do I have to speak to in order to make sense as to why I am here?"
"That would be the Sugar Plum Fairy, a crazy woman most definitely, but wise and knowing"
Finally, now we're getting somewhere! "And where do I find her?"
"She will find you," the Imp replied simply, causing Bog to face palm at the indirect answers, and what seemed like never ending riddles.
"I must take my leave, I will visit when I can. However, before I go, a piece of advice. Be wary of sweet words for they are not always true especially from those who have much to gain and do not mind who is caught in-between, as you should know, wordsmith." The Imp shared before falling between the bright yellow petals.
Bog quickly moved to the edge of the flower to look for the Imp, but it had simply disappeared. Great, well that doesn't help any, 'Be wary of sweet words for they are not always true…' right. That could mean anything, and be about anyone. Bog grumbled on to himself for a while longer his thoughts moving in circles.
It wasn't long before four shadows passed over where he stood on the flower. When he looked up at first he thought they were birds, he then noticed that they were coming closer and that they had human arms and legs.
As Bog was busy observing the flying people two landed on either side of him and restrained him. "Hey! What's the big idea?" Bog had started to struggle but the two holding him were stronger than they appeared. Then, he heard a voice speak a strange language.
Bog looked up to the person who spoke, the one clad in purple armor. "What are you saying? I don't understand." The Purple Knight looked to their comrade and said something else in the language, then they pulled out a flask of green liquid, placing it to Bog's lips. Instead of opening his mouth to take a drink like the knight wanted, Bog looked the knight in the eye refusing.
When it became clear that he wasn't going to drink the knight sealed the bottle and took off the helmet. That was the moment realization struck that the knight was female with large brown eyes and short, spikey, brown hair. It was then that he also realized that the armor was entirely different than what her comrades wore. For starters, it was more fitting to the female shape and had small accents where her comrades did not. Her armor also only had a one shoulder armor piece on her left, leaving her right exposed. She wore a belt with many unidentifiable objects, excluding her sword and the green flask she currently had in her hand. She wore a pair of boots that went up to her knees, and simple gloves on her hands.
Bog was still watching her with surprise when she unstopped the bottle once more and took a mouthful of the green liquid and pressed her lips to his, trying to force him to drink the liquid that was now in her mouth. She then used one of her hands to plug his nose in order to make sure he opened his mouth for her to push the liquid in.
It worked, Bog had held his breath for as long as he could but the woman had won out in the end. That was when she tilted his head back and forced him to drink. When she was satisfied that he had consumed every last drop, she removed her soft lips from his and once again stood tall and strong.
Bog, on the other hand, was trying not to retch as the liquid left a foul taste in his mouth, "What in the hell was that stuff?"
"'That stuff' was a potion of understanding created by Sorceress Plum. And you, intruder, who are you?" Bog looked up at the woman, she had spoken perfect English when only moments ago she had been speaking incoherently.
"How are you speaking English? How did you learn it so quickly?"
"As I said, the potion of understanding that I had to force you to drink. Now answer my question." Bog heard her impatience growing and quickly answered, "My name is Bog King, I'm an author from Scotland."
"King?"
"Yes, Bog King."
"Well then, Bog King of Scotland, you should meet our king. He will decide what should be done with you. Now come open your wings and we will fly to the castle." Bog gulped a moment, "One problem with that, I don't have wings."
"Of course you do they are there on your back, you two assist him." She said as she opened her large purple wings with ease and flapped just off of the flower. The two guards who still had a hold of Bog seemed to gently open something on his back, that was when they let him go briefly as Bog reached around his back to feel his new appendages.
A pair of long silvery wings like those of a dragonfly stuck out of his back, he hesitantly flapped them and his eyes widened as he was easily lifted from the ground. The two guards rose up from the flower to take hold of him once more and turned him in the direction of the large rock. Where he was about to meet the ruler of this place,
"And may I ask who you are so I don't have to call you girl every time I wish to ask something?"
"My name is Marianne, I am the crown princess of this kingdom. So please a little more respect, especially if you wish to speak with my father."
I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter in this new story! So many questions (I hope)! Remember to favorite and leave comments, no flaming!