19-11-2012 . 5.49pm
In the late evening
The sun dips, painting the sky in fiery oranges and bruised purples. A gentle breeze rustles through ancient oaks, sending a golden shower of autumn leaves across a sprawling village green. The air smells of damp earth and woodsmoke.
Children's laughter, bright and sharp, pierces the quiet. A dozen small figures, splashes of vibrant color against the amber ground, chase a tattered ball. Their shouts echo across the wide expanse.
But one child sits apart.
A glance voice rise from the back
?, Kaelor
Kaelor doesn't flinch, doesn't stir. His gaze remains fixed on some unseen point beyond the horizon.
KaelorGrandfather (: · Jain vryn, Age 75).
What happened, little sprout? why are you not playing with your friends! And what exactly you think always by sitting here?
Kaelor slowly turns his head. His eyes, though young, hold a distant, searching quality.
KAELOR
Nothing. I just... the dream. Every night. It keeps coming.
Jain (Grandfather) settles beside him, the old root creaking under his weight. He watches the children, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Grandfather, Ah, the dream. Tell me.
Kaelor, What is it Grandfather, What exactly is this the thing we called time? And what is exactly exists beyond this?
Jain (Grandfather) tilts his head, a soft chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. A glint of mischief dances in his blue eyes.
Grandfather, Hah! You sound just like your great-grandfather. He always told the very same thing, staring into the embers of a dying fire. Time, you say?
Kaelor leans forward, his small face alight with an almost desperate curiosity.
Kaelor, Yes! what is it?
Grandfather plucks a single, perfectly formed crimson leaf from Kaelor's hair. He turns it over in his palm, examining its delicate veins.
Grandfather, Time. A natural phenomenon, Kaelor. The very breath of the world's laws. It exists, undeniable, yet no one truly sees it. Its touch shapes everything, yet no one can truly grasp what it is.
Kaelor's eyes widen, absorbing each word.
Grandfather, It helps things grow. And it sweeps away the privious creation and help to evolve the new one. It Should be a living things or Maybe the non living things... Anything. Nothing can stand against the rising tide. That is the Time. The Eternity.
Kaelor nods, a profound expression settling on his face.
Grandfather, Indeed.
Kaelor, Than grandfather... Is there really no one who goes beyond the time! Is it ever possible?
Grandfathers gaze drifts to the distant mountains, their peaks now silhouettes against the fading light. A shiver, not from the cold, ripples through the air.
Grandfather Yes there are some stories and incident, where people or some researcher who researching about the time disappeared from the existence.
Kaelor's lips curve into a faint, unsettling smile. A strange, knowing light flickers in his eyes.
Kaelor, What happened to them, Grandfather?
Grandfather, there some scientist and researchers said they were lost in time and also my father, your great-grandfather believes that. But most of people's... they call it legend. The researchers, those who sought to unravel time's secrets, and the people who vanished alongside them. Others claim they saw them. Living ordinary lives, in the present.
Kaelor tilts his head, suspicion and wonder warring in his gaze.
Kaelor, So if people say they live their lives, then how does the legend begin?
Grandfather falls silent, his gaze fixed on the leaf. He turns it over and over, lost in thought. A beat. Then, a slow, beaming smile spreads across his face.
Grandfather' Because some eyes, Kaelor. Some eyes witness the same shadow. The faces, lingering in sepia photographs. Fading portraits from history.
Children's, kaelor! let's play!
Children's kaelor!!
Children Kealorrrrrrrr!!! Wake up'?
? Wake up!!!
? Kaelorrrrrr!.