posted on Jun, 19 2017 @ 02:11 AM
There spread out before him was the Land of No Time, with the Vast Effin Woods stretching out towards the mountains of Moddar. He was
back where it all began.
But How? and Why?
He stepped out into the field, trying to make sense of it all, and glanced back to see... a small rickety old shack!!! Where the splendid and
beautiful rainbow-coloured shed had been!
His heart sank as he thought of his friends and what could have happened to them.... and his mood darkened as he remembered that the dark woods of
Effin were full of Ogres and other creatures of the dark... and no one likes Effin Ogres.
Gordi slumped onto the damp grass in the field behind the rickety old shack, trying to make sense of what had happened. The scene
stretched before him was somehow fuzzy and faded - like watching an old movie.
The landscape was so... familiar. This was where it had all begun long ago, but the poor little shed had lost all of its magic somehow. There was no
trace of the rainbow-coloured paint, no dragons, no laughter... and it dawned on him that he missed his friends badly.
Suddenly, something caught his eye... nothing more than a tiny glint of light at first - there above the rickety shack! And again... a faintly-glowing
It was moving in an arc, out from the centre of where the kitchen would have been, fading away and then arcing again in a slightly different
direction, but from the same point of origin?
The motion reminded him of someone waving a flag... or a... Wand!!
Someone was casting a spell!!! BUT, was this "someone" causing all of this chaos, or trying to fix it?
The big Scot rose to his feet and steadily advanced towards the old shack, keeping his focus on the motion of the sparkling light. It was getting
stronger & brighter now, and he thought that he could make out the faint silhouette of an arm... a shoulder... Was that NightStar??
His eyes widened and his heart began to race... It WAS NightStar! She was trying to cast a protective spell over the shed... but where was she???
Gordi had searched every single room only a few minutes earlier.
He quickened his pace and broke into a slight run as he got near to (what would become) the rear gardens and then FROZE in horror as he heard a
blood-curdling roar coming from the woods behind him.
His sword was in his hand even before he had even finished whirling around to face the threat.
A wizened old tree on the edge of the woods shook rhythmically then fell to the ground with a tremendous C-R-A-C-K-! as a huge Ogre emerged onto the
far side of the field.
It was staring menacingly at Gordi and the tiny, rickety old shack...