Post by aryn007 on Jan 20, 2007 17:29:59 GMT -5
You may recall stories about the four Winds, East, West, North and South.
They lived deep in the heart of an ancienct wood, aptly named Forest of the Winds...and it was there that their old Norse mother gave them refuge from their endless travels. In return, she demanded stories of them. Stories of Indian princes, magical lamps, golden apples, mystical voodoo, ancient pyramids, forgotten gardens, and tall towers lying east of the moon and west of the sun. Stories that would make your head turn. Yet all of them true.
North would come tramping in great boots and a leather jerkin, recounting his meeting with a Russian peasant trapped in a snow-bound castle belonging to none other than the Snow Queen herself. Meanwhile South would enter silently wearing yucca and a straw-hat, telling about his hunting excursions in the wild jungles of the Amazon. West flew in noisily, shaking off the sand from his visit to vast deserts, where he would either help travelers find their way, or blow up terrible storms and kill them in the process. East walked in calmly from a trip to the Garden of Eden, where he had just dropped off a mortal prince in search of the Tree of Knowledge.
All of them aimiable and adventurous, often giving rides to passengers to exotic places on a whim, if it promised to be interesting.
Now they were preparing to meet again.
They lived deep in the heart of an ancienct wood, aptly named Forest of the Winds...and it was there that their old Norse mother gave them refuge from their endless travels. In return, she demanded stories of them. Stories of Indian princes, magical lamps, golden apples, mystical voodoo, ancient pyramids, forgotten gardens, and tall towers lying east of the moon and west of the sun. Stories that would make your head turn. Yet all of them true.
North would come tramping in great boots and a leather jerkin, recounting his meeting with a Russian peasant trapped in a snow-bound castle belonging to none other than the Snow Queen herself. Meanwhile South would enter silently wearing yucca and a straw-hat, telling about his hunting excursions in the wild jungles of the Amazon. West flew in noisily, shaking off the sand from his visit to vast deserts, where he would either help travelers find their way, or blow up terrible storms and kill them in the process. East walked in calmly from a trip to the Garden of Eden, where he had just dropped off a mortal prince in search of the Tree of Knowledge.
All of them aimiable and adventurous, often giving rides to passengers to exotic places on a whim, if it promised to be interesting.
Now they were preparing to meet again.