I'm sure this has been done before; actually I'm positive it has, but I haven't seen any. I just thought hey why not? I think this the shortest thing I've written actually. I still enjoyed writing it though.
My Merlin and Bones crossover will be updated sometime today.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, BBC or any other TV shows/ movies/ magazines/ cars/ chocolate companies/ amusement parks/ planets.
I don't own a lot of things. :(
The smell is probably the most memorable element. The thinner, crisper air that resides above the clouds smells like nothing any man could ever experience on the ground. Even if he were to go to the highest peak it would not be the same.
The air is pure, untouched by any living thing except the birds. That is what it smells like, the unadulterated air. The raw smell of Earth: of magic.
There isn't a feeling that compares to the wind hitting your face, and blowing the strands of your hair at every angle. It has been said that riding a horse through an open field is the same as flying through the clouds, but they are mistaken. The feeling of weightlessness can not be matched with the heavy drop a horse gives whenever its foot touches the ground.
No, I tell you. Flying is pure bliss.
Oh and the sights, all that there is to see. There is a whole other world floating above our heads.
The pink hue of the clouds around dusk, up close is more extravagant than a crown's jewels. It is a vision meant for a god. I felt as though I should have adverted my eyes. I wasn't worthy to be in such an ambiance.
When we regrettably started our descent, the clouds surrounded us until we were just below their level. The world was below us, slowly growing upwards, but yet it felt so distant.
I looked down at the vast forest. It stretched on forever. Every now and then there would be a clearing or crop land, like brown and yellow blotches amongst the dark green woodlands.
The forest opened to reveal a large cut out where a village and some farmland resided. Little patches of hay rooftops looked like the size of pin heads. The giant forest engulfed the other side of the village land a mile further. I could not see the people, only the thatched roofs of the houses. It reminded me of Ealdor.
I realized something as I looked down at the world, past the enormous scaled head of my friend.
When I was small I looked up at the tall buildings of Ealdor and thought the world could not be any bigger. Now I was the one looking down at the building's roof, thinking how small the world really was from such a great height.
I protect this land, Camelot. I protect the people. I protect those I love. Yet they are but a piece of a village. The world is a village. A small hay-colored village in the vast, dark foliage.
It should have frightened me, the reality that we are a blotch in this universe, but strangely I felt warm. It made me smile, for I knew that I was protecting that small village. I was keeping a light, if only a small part of it, shining through the darkness.
Perhaps one day. One day Mother you will get the chance to touch the clouds.
And I the stars.
Your Loving Son Forever,
Merlin