I hope this chapter doesn't sound racist. I wanted to let people know which people were dark skin and which ones were not and I thought Negro the word used for African American's in the Book of Negro's was appropriate.
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Lord Death teleported Ian and Ali to Ian's home. Lord Death's portal wasn't very precise on teleporting. He teleported them not to Ian's home or the city that looked more like a town, but in the woods. But that was the least of their worries because Ian and Ali were over 25,000 feet in the air and it looked like they would be falling to their deaths.
" Someone save us!" Ian cried for help.
It didn't look good but maybe some kind of super being would appear flying through the air catching Ian before he hit the ground and maybe save Ali before or after he catch him. Ian closed his eyes and prayed. He wasn't praying to God this time. He was praying to Lord Death to save them from the long fall to their deaths.
" If we survive this I'm going to kill Lord Death for putting us through this!" Ali shouted. Even in the face of death she always wanted to pick a fight with someone.
Ian and Ali were now less than two hundred feet falling to the ground. Ian never abandoned hope someone or something would save them from the fall. A miracle then happened. Ian and Ali were put inside a transparent ball. When the balls hit the ground…Ian and Ali were surprisingly unharmed. After falling to the ground the balls around them disappeared.
Ian was scared to come to his town by falling very high in the sky, but he was glad to still be alive. He thanked God for his safe arrival to his city. It was a small city—the smallest city in the world—and it was a city where everyone believed in religion but believed people could belief in whatever they want.
" I'm back…"
Ian's city looked more like a town than a city because of its small buildings. The city wasn't completely small. The roads were long enough to hold four cars, a quarter of the city had buildings that were taller than the highest skyscrapers, and unlike most cities the air was much fresher. Anyone who studied the water would also say it's the cleanest they ever tested.
" I'm back in my home. God has blessed me with a chance to tell everyone of my adventures."
" Where are we?" Ali asked. Ali had fallen to the ground when her ball touched the ground. When she got up she was blinking her eyes wildly. Every time she opened her eyes she closed them again. The sun here was much brighter than the sun in Death City. Ali soon stopped worrying about the smell and covered her hand over her nose. "Ewww. And what is that awful smell?"
" That's the smell of our lambs and fresh air of our windmills." Ian said. He took a breath of air in through his nose that traveled to his lungs. It smelled sweet to him. "If you breathe deep enough you might even smell the cheese and goat milk?"
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Ian and Ali walked out of the forest to Ian's city. Ali didn't know what it was called other than it was somewhere far away from Death City but still in the USA. The question was is if it was in the same year as the one Ali was born in.
Ali finally caught up to Ian. He was standing on a hill above the city. Tall buildings were in the back but in the front there were farms, bars that looked like sailors drank from there, and small wooden houses. People were walking with cows, horses, and pigs.
" Ugh!" Ali held her stomach and stuck out her tongue. "Your hometown is nothing but farms and animals. Where is the TV's, the malls, and the bath houses?"
" We don't have electronics here," Ian said like that was natural. To Ali it would be every kids worst nightmare. "We only have books and pillows to sleep on. Want to go to my town?"
" Don't you have to go to your sister's house to save her from werewolves or something?"
" There's still time. The things that are scaring my sister don't come out until nighttime, right? It's not that I don't care about her, but I believe she can take care of herself. Would you like to go to my town?"
" No, I don't want to go anywhere near your Victorian Society!"
" It will be fun."
It really wasn't. On the way down they were almost run over by a minivan. When they got to the city she had to follow Ian who was embarrassing her waving to everyone and saying " It's me, Ian. I'm back". The strange thing was everyone he walked by waved to him.
Ian took Ali to an ice cream stand. A place next to a strip mall where ice cream was sold. They didn't sell ice cream cones. They sold vanilla ice cream they scooped on your hand and expected you to eat off of.
' Can't they even bring cones to this place?'
Ali was tempted to take out her kunai and stab the owner in the face for making his customers eat this way. If she could change Ian into his second personality she would make him shoot this man in the face with her weapon form.
The next fun thing Ian wanted Ali to do was count the number of birds they could find in the sky. There was no grass so she and Ian had to stand up to count them. It was impossible for her to keep looking at the sky this way.
' My legs are killing me.'
This was the most boring city Ali could ever be in. As if things couldn't get any more boring he then made her watch after a black lady and white man painted the wall white. They were watching the paint dry. Ali let out a great big sigh.
" The only thing that's modern about this place is letting people darker than the cats stay," she exasperated.
" It wasn't always like this," Ian said. "Black people like me were once treated worse than the dirt. What happened weren't decrees, or having rights, or money. What changed things was the friendship between people like me and people like you. "
Ian was actually telling her something that was fascinating. Something that wasn't boring like this city…or town. It looked like a town in the front but when she looked at the back it was tall like the city of New York. Ali stayed quiet and listened to Ian's story.
" There were these two families. One was a royal white family and the others worked for that family as their Negro slaves. Our color wasn't really welcomed here because most of the royal family was racist to people like me. Only the oldest prince, future king of this city once a town—"
" It still looks like a town," Ali remarked.
" He treated one of his slaves who worked at his castle with respect. That slave was also the oldest child but was female. Some say she was only a friend but I think she was more to him than that."
Ian looked at Ali and she looked at him. She had a scowl on her face but her cheeks were rosy red. She was blushing. She quickly turned away from Ian, looked at the wall and then Ian continued his story.
" Back to the story, the king died of poisoned food and the oldest son became king. His mother hanged the cooks."
" Did they think for one minute that it was someone who snuck into the kitchen and poisoned the food?" Ali said as if she could have done something different.
" I guess people just didn't believe the words of a chef. The real person who did it was the doctor because he was trying to kill the family and take their wealth. When the king's leg was stabbed in war he went to that doctor's room. If the Negro girl didn't go into that room to see the young king he would be dead, and maybe his whole family would be dead with him.
" Long story short after the negro girl saved his life they were given free rights." Ali interrupted.
" Yes, they were."
" You are such a dork, Ian."
" Ian," a women in a pink maid uniform stepped out and greeted them. She had an apron wrapped around her waitress uniform. She was scared for some reason. " There's someone in the restaurant who keeps asking for you."