Timore

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please. I must ask of you to lend me your ear for a tale that is worth telling. The pleasure would be all mine if you chose to listen and to let me guide you through this experience, a gift from me to you.

Whether or not you auscult is not my decision, in the end, but let me leave you with the thought of a seemingly endless realm of happiness with butterflies and rainbows, and you're there, in a gazebo, gazing across the beauty of the vast nature in the endless twilight. Welcome to Timore.

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You have decided to lend me your ear, and for that I am very thankful. But you did not come to hear me talk, you came for the tale. And that is what I will now give to you.

The archeologist and maths professor, Cahill and Vesper, had managed to settle down despite their families' feuds. The great wedding was held in the glorious year of 1992, although the events leading up to the happening of the wedding is a different story altogether. Two years later a child was born who would be known by the name of Amelia, or Amy for short. And another three years after that, in the year 1997, her younger brother Daniel, Dan was born.

The couple was happy about the birth of their children, as any good parent would be, but it had a bitter aftertaste because they knew what they had put them into. The family situation wasn't too dandy and the bitterness that some of their relatives carried within them wouldn't make things easier for them. That and the fact that the parents didn't have their hopes too high to even be around for the majority of their children's growing up.

The shared a dream of a place where all is well and nothing worries anyone anymore. They dreamt of the perfect world where troubles melt like golden string, swinging from the trees in the peaceful meadow, unchanged since before all worry and unaffected by anything and everything. A place far, far away from bad intentions, where the sun never sets and the birds always sing and the endless beach defined by the beautiful, purest of blues. This place is referred to as Timore.

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Arthur searched for the hand of his beloved, who was sitting next to him and intertwined his hand with hers upon finding it. She rested her head fondly on his shoulder as they sat in the garden, admiring the sunset's slowly disappearing colours of mostly red behind the trees in the distance.

"You know we can't stay much longer," he said in a tone that was barely audible, even to Hope, who sat close to him.

"I know," she replied in the same silent tone of voice. "But we still have time before we go."

"Our adventures are over," he reminded her gently. "They will be off much better without us."

Hope's expression turned a shade grimmer at her husband's words, but the faint smile that the corners of her mouth hinted were not to be overlooked. Her dark red hair fell beautifully down her shoulders, but her face, pretty as it was, was tainted, traces that the endless hunt for clues had left behind made her seem older and older the longer it went on. Arthur stroked a strand of loose hair out of her face with his free hand.

"Your mother," he continued, "is a great woman and will support them for as long as she can."

Hope nodded in agreement, before her bright eyes darted to his face. "Tell me about the place, the paradise that awaits us," she said.

Arthur let out a quiet chuckle. How long had he told her stories among stories of the wonderful, wonderful world?

So he told her again of the beautiful, carefree lands by the name of Timore and she absorbed every single word and clung to them as if they were her only source if life.

"I can't wait to get there," Hope said sleepily. She had been up early that morning and they both came to the silent agreement that it was time for her to retire to bed. By this time the sun had already set beyond the horizon and the moon had almost reached its highest point in the sky.

The ending will be posted in one week's time.

-Bronzie