Euphoria

The pain faded from him, like water blessing the lips on a hot summer day. The boy laid down and cried, he cried both in pain and contempt. Why would the wonderful being do this to him?

The boy slept not caring for the summon that landed on his hands, he just wanted to rest.

The warmth of the morning sun crept upon his face and he remembered the proceedings of the day before. He hurriedly sat up a felt the summon in his hands and he followed the procedures that the being left in his mind. He placed it upon his forehead and said.

"You have answered my call great spirit, weak or strong I ask thee to be filled with a load of care and bond with my spirit."

He pulsated the necrotic energy in his body towards the summon and it floated towards him and landed around his face on the bridge of his nose.

"Oh!" He yelped. "Glasses, I've only had them on my face once, on earth. I, forget it."

He shook his head and slowly opened his eyelids and the colours of the world burst through their seams. His jaw dropped and he marveled at the world and their golden sands, billowing blues, ambient oranges and pinks and the emerald greens of the evergreens. He wept silently for the colours of the world have shewn them selves to him and he was thankful that the being had given him the chance to see such unhindered beauty.

He turned around and a majestic sight unraveled. He witnessed towering blue towers jutted out along the faces of white stone cliffs and little figures flew, ran and jumped along these towers. He smiled and cried out.

"Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh! Somebody help meeeeeeee!"

His journey has now just begun. Oh, almost forgot, a figure from the tower rushed out flying towards the beach he was on.