~Tortall Hits the Mall~



The sun was warm, the wind, comforting, and the clouds, well…there weren't any. Basically it was an all around nice day inthe capital city of Corus. And it just so happened that it was market day, and that a few very important citizens of Tortall were headed towards the central square.

"Jolly! Market day!" Cried a young man named Owen.
"I suppose." Sighed Thayet, the queen of the realm. "If only there was some good shopping around here. I mean, shops with reasonably fashionable clothes are so hard to find." The rest of their party heartily agreed. They had seen the leather, cloth, grain, and metal so many times and desperately needed a change. The king came over to comfort his wife.

"Don't worry, dear. We'll manage somehow." He said soothingly. Alanna the Lioness genially patted her shoulder while Daine, Numair, Kel, Rauol, Neal, Duke Gareth, Gary, and Owen came over to join in the condolences.

Suddenly, there was a great flash of neon pink light. The land began to swirl in the eyes of the Tortallans.

"THUNK!" They landed, one on top of another. Now, this would have been relatively okay if they had fallen on grass, or soft dirt, or hay but….they didn't. What they had found below them was none other than the underbrush of a concrete jungle…cement.

"Ouch!" Exclaimed Daine.
"This is certainly not jolly." Muttered Owen.
"Quiet,everyone! All we need is…" but something cut off the duke's words of wisdom to be, and that was the gasps from the open mouths of his companions.
"Uhh…guys…what's a …Mall of America?" Inquired Kel, for she had looked up and seen a great building of some sort of stone that was bedecked with an odd type of coat of arms. It had letters that formed the words "Mall of America".
"Mall…" Pondered Thayet. "Isn't that street slang for market?" Her eyes lit up. "Well, what are we waiting for!?!?! Let's go check it out!" She hiked up her heavy skirts and began to run toward what appeared to be the entrance.
"THUNK!" Again there came the thunking sound, only this time it was caused by the uncoordinated queen who had just proceeded in walking smack into a transparent wall.
"What?" She rubbed the growing lump on her head. "What is the meaning of this?"
"I think that's the door, sweetheart." Answered Jon. "I believe it's made of glass."
"A glass door. A door made of glass…" Thayet could not seem to get over this idea.
"Yes. A door of glass." Someone piped up.
"So mote it be." Another chimed in.
And with that, they entered the strange stone building with the glass door.
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Chapter 2 coming soon! Lame, I know, but fun to write!