There was once a place filled with mystical creatures and
weird looking folk up to no good. It is believed to be called Alasde.
The strangest beings could be found in Alasde. One might go
there for what you would call an adventure. But then again, to the people of Alasde
– also known as Alasdians - such “adventures” were their everyday life.
Alasde was a not a very big place. Perhaps it could fill a
village of trolls, but not much more. It was vastly occupied by little slopes
and little valleys creating the illusion of what we might call mountains.
Alasde was a place of odd happenings; perhaps you call it
magic or witchcraft. But Alasdians were accustomed to such events. As I said
before, it is their everyday life.
Alasde is a place where you will find flowers watering
themselves with their grim and sour faces. Or perhaps you would come across
something that might look like a little goat fluttering around not quite used
to their newly given wings.
The people of Alasde were ordinary enough though. They needed
their morning coffee just like us, had little rascals for kids, and of course
had jobs they hated.
They looked normal enough the same amount of limbs as us,
hair of all sorts of styles and lengths, a face with all the right features.
Hard to surpass though were the colours of their eyes, hair
and skin.
Depending on which city you were at, you would find
different colours; from a beautiful bright yellow, to the darkest of blues.
One might find it fascinating to visit such places, to hear
the Alasdians themselves yell to their flowers to “behave yourselves” before a squabble
erupts between one and another flower beds.
But one also might find it hard to even find let alone get
into the country itself.
Why? Well the country of Alasde isn’t attached together. In fact,
parts of the country could be hundreds of miles apart from each other. I suppose,
each part away from each other could be called a city. You could not possibly
drive from one city to another in Alasde.
Confused?
Each city of Alasde is placed on wings.
Wings of butterflies.
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Yesterday, (Valentine’s day!) my parents, brother and I went
on a hiking trip to a river in the outskirts of my town (:
At one of the rivers, we had an encounter with a butterfly,
known as our national butterfly called the Raja
Brooke. I was thus inspired to
write a story around butterflies (:
So this story is dedicated to all the nerds out there who
(much like me) enjoy reading fiction such as Narnia and stories about hobbits
or whatnot (;
I had a lot of fun writing this, it sort of all came at one
go. So I did not prewrite this.
Fiction writing is not my strong point. I am not very good
at creating creatures and such. So this would not be one of my better stories.
I got the name Alasde from the Spanish translation of
butterfly wings: alas de mariposa
I hope you caught the fact that “each city had different
coloured people” was inspired because butterflies have a wide variety of
colours (:
I know it’s rather short.
But still, hope you enjoyed.
Hehe.
