In the heart of the Kocari Wilds, A young girl sits perched on a raised plateau standing tall, like a princess atop a tower. In the fading light of the wilds, her eyes of brightest amber reflect the setting sun overhead as it sinks low in the sky, warm light snaking back through the sea of trees, stroking each trunk, caressing every leaf as it recedes. Branches wave farewell to the light and fragrant moonblossoms open their petals wide to embrace the dark of night – their shining brilliance, their namesake, ensures a child of the wilds knows no fear of the dark.
A similar flower still youthful in its life spreads its petals too, milky luminescence stark against Morrigan's silken black hair, settled so naturally above her right ear. Black ringlets cascade down around it and bounce about her shoulders in a gentle cooling breeze.
The young girl's round eyes widen as the orange and purple sky gives way to the deep blues encroaching from behind her. Like a tamed flame, the colours of day shrink until they brazen defiantly on the cusp of the horizon and this is something Morrigan can never tear her gaze from – if one squints just so, the dying light illuminates strange angular shapes that sink into the belly of the sky like small jagged teeth. To Morrigan, these shapes seem to sit on the brink of the world's edge and they certainly do not look like the 'peculiar trees' her mother said they were.
As the silhouettes of the earth's teeth vanish under the blanket of night, Morrigan's eyebrows knit together in an inquisitive frown. A conundrum indeed: why would the earth bite the sky? Such aggressive behaviour is uncalled for. Perhaps at the end of the world, wolves swipe birds from the air and trees pluck clouds from the sky?
A shiver tickles the curious girl's spine – such a backwards world cannot truly exist. All has purpose in the world, everything has reason... And yet this is not so.
Lowering her eyes from the darkened spectacle, Morrigan strokes the soft grass beneath her before standing and turning her back on the mountains of questions surrounding the edge of all she has ever known. Every night, the mountains have grown, stacks of curiosities amounting into what is now a towering behemoth. The young girl is small and pales in its shadow.
She glances back with a heavy heart, knowing that each time she watches the sun set; the dark of night becomes all the more blackened as the behemoth's shadow lengthens in her questions' wake.
How long before it collapses on her?
This will be a short story of maybe only four to five chapters. I only really considered this idea of mine a one-off but I really enjoyed writing this introduction so looks like I may keep it going for longer