On the Road to Change
Things can be funny in Taftka. An ordinary door can be just that for a hundred thousand Taftkan citizens, but for one…it can be extraordinary.
I walked out of Harth Home Hospital with Ryan eight days ago, and I felt like I’d transformed. A cool wind caressed Castle City – great gusts began to blow the hollow helicopter pods from the Pine Giants. The wind was always magical in Taftka. There was a sign in it for everyone who noticed it. I caught the scent of the sea on a gust cutting in front of us.
I knew what I had to do. I stopped walking, and it took Ryan a couple paces before he realized what I’d done. My hands were glowing magical fire. The magic of my Dragon – Forest Moon – reflected on everything around us.
“Goodbye,” I said, without explanation…but what would he think if I did tell him? I don’t know. It’s none of my business.
I rose into the air unaided by broom or any other tool of flight. I knew where I was going, but I didn’t know. I was being called by a change, and it was really about time Change and I met.
Tags: Pure Imagination, Taftka, Writing
Joeysan's Head, The Taftkan Dailies | Joey | 
24 September 2009 10:56 AM
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