The old rerun was on the TV again, close encounters of the fifth kind and Roy decided to just go and have a lie down since his head was aching and he
did not want to watch it having already seen it several times.
As he lay there with his curtains closed to make the room more dim his eye's closed he slipped into a waking dream.
The young boy was known as squirrel since he often climbed the tree's in the forest near the village despite the elders and the shaman warning him it
was disrespectful and could bring the anger of the forest spirits down on him, really they just did not want him to fall and injure himself but they
did kind of half believe the long tales they often told him.
He was sitting in the top of an old mighty tree, the biggest he could find and actually climb and looked wistfully over the top's of the smaller
tree's toward the mighty tower of stone known as stone tree to his people that in later day's would be called devil's rock, how he wanted to climb it
but it was too far from the village and the elders especially his parents would surely scold him if he dared to go that far especially with the
dangers of the wolves and bears as well as mountain lions but as he grew older this longing never left him.
Many years later after he had passed his hunter initiation gaining the second name of Owl and could go were he would even though it was still frowned
on to go too far from the village except when hunting food for the people and never to go too far alone he felt that same calling and so having wanted
to see the stone tree close he chose one day to make the journey but not wanting to anger the shaman he went to ask his blessing.
The shaman had always liked the young man and had him in mind to marry his daughter since if he could just get this strange notion out of his head he
would make a good husband for her so long as he did not wander off and leave her so he made a deal with the young man that he would indeed give him
his blessing but that he must then upon his return marry the shamans daughter and also learn the secrets of the village shaman so after a moment of
shock the young man had agreed even though it was a great responsibility.
The Shaman whom had known the young man had something more to his spirit smiled to himself as the now serious faced young man left his hut, Squirrel
Owl was a dreamer but then so had the shaman been when he had been a boy all those years before.
The Journey was more than a day but eventually the young man reached the mountainous tower of rock and stood looking upon how vast it was up close,
great scratches that looked like tree bark were an immense bear had marked the imaginary giant tree with giant claws.
The following day when the sun rose he began to climb the stone wall's, something that few had ever done and many believed impossible but he had
never feared heights and was so sure of foot and hand that he managed to climb all the way though it took him most of the day to do so even despite
the speed of his climbing but eventually he reached the top and found it barren except for a few scrubby bushes and strange plant's he had never
before seen, it was colder up here in spite of it being mid summer but he stayed the night after finding enough scrubby wood to build a small fire and
enough dried plants to keep himself warm, He built a small wall of piled stones to keep the wind at bay and huddled inside the half shelter he had
made with a small fire roaring in a tiny hearth.
That night as he slept under the stars he had a strange dream.
The old man his beard white stood looking up at the huge tree that reached into the sky, soon it would be ready.
The roots had reached deep into the earth taking all they needed and soon the sky ship would break free from it's roots and take the people far away
to another world around another star.
Over the ages that it had grown tended by the elders of the people the mighty tree had grown from a crystal seed energised by the sound of the
people's singing and the sacred musicians whom maintained the melody's that provided the necessary waves of energy to start the process until at least
the stone tree had begun to grow fed by silicon, metals and other element's from deep beneath the earth, as it's crystalline leaves unfurled they were
soon enough to provide it with all the energy it had needed and soon the musicians could leave there sacred duty and turn to other task's tending and
pruning faulty shoots ensuring the tree grew correct.
Squirrel Owl stirred restlessly in his sleep then dreamed as he slipped from one dream to another another.
The young woman sat tending her weaving and stopped to look out of the window of her home at the great towering tree ship that was nearly grown, soon
the acoustic engineers would begin the process of hollowing it out ensuring the organically grown circuitry and systems of the ship were ready, her
people were dying and she knew that if they were to have any chance of survival it would be only onboard that great ship they were growing from a seed
left by there ancient ancestors, to escape a world that was killing them they had been forced to re-learn lost knowledge and rekindle forbidden ways
to save there dying people, even now nearing completion she knew it would not be ready in time to save herself since she would by then be too old but
her younger sister whom she could hear a few room's away crying in her mother's arm's healthy in spite of the sickness that ravaged so many of there
people would possibly be one of those that would escape, she smiled sadly at the baby crying and went back to weaving some bedding for her.
Squirrel Own woke forgetting what he had dreamed but feeling uncomfortable then fell soon asleep again as he huddled closer to the still burning fire
after throwing some more scrub onto it.
Once again he drifted into a sleep and dreamed.
The people were gathered it was time.
The sound was not exactly music and became a tearing noise horrible to the ears as the acoustic engineers funnelled the sound of strange trumpets at
just the right place and soon the engine of the mighty ship joined creating a roaring thunder as it the stone tree broke from it's stump and lifted
into the sky, the watching people prayed for there children to there ancestors and did not even try to run as the great crystal leaves and branches
fell from the climbing ship onto them shattering into gravel and sand burying them and entombing there city, the last city of there people on
Soon as if he could follow the ship in a disembodied state he saw the great slender long vessel grow tiny then vanish from few into the sky as it got
ever higher and higher until it was lost from sight.
The next morning he woke and felt a sense of sorrow, of loss and made his way carefully down the side of the towering stump of stone called Stone
Tree, he wondered at the half remembered strange dream much of which he did not understand despite the clarity of understanding that had been his
while he dreamed, he wondered at what had maybe once been.
Roy woke his head still aching, he had not intended to sleep and now could not remember the strange dream he had just had but he had this strange
vision in his mind, a great tree and a slender tall white haired people with features that resembled most closely the elves of JRR Tolkien's fantasy
book's but they had used organic technology's not magics, just a dream he told himself.
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