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Fictional Writings of Elleander Grey


  • Dillon stopped as he saw what looked like a small child moving along the path with them. As he turned his head it stopped moving, and there were several strange objects around it. Elleander said nothing, but watched as Dillon left the pathway and veered further to the left to explore this strange figure. As Dillon approached he saw that the child was only a sculpture. Actually, it could hardly be considered so, for it was barely three dimensional. It was a skillfully painted young child no more than the age of six months wearing only its underwear and a single sock. Dillon bent down to pick one of the objects on the ground next to the figure. It was a strange toy. It had the head of a tiger and the body of a hippopotamus and held a scroll in its hooves. Dillon placed the figurine next to its glass sculpted neighbors and followed Elleander as he continued up the path. Dillon quickened his pace to catch him. They continued up the path underneath a bridge that seemed to have come from the other trail that they had not taken and found themselves crossing over the enourmous fountain upon a delicate bridge. To the right on the landing after the bridge Dillon noticed a vehicle of some sort and someone sitting in it watching him. “Who's that?” Dillon couldn't keep his curiosity to himself anymore. This was all too much to believe. Elleander entreated him to venture off the path once again. Dillon did so and found inside the strange vehicle another figure sculpted much in the same fashion as the young child. But this was a boy, a young adolescent, and next to him was seated various strange looking medallions. Everything looked so real, Dillon could hardly believe his eyes. He would have sworn that the child had been moving, and that the young boy before him had been watching him as he moved along the path. Dillon turned around and again followed Elleander on this strange journey. Finally the path curved around again bringing them to the crux of a helix that connected the two paths. At the center was another figure, statuesque, almost roman. It was a full grown man, and as Dillon approached him he recognized that it was an exact replication of Elleander. “My parents created all of this for me.” Elleander's voice was soft and endearing. He honored his parents as much as his own life. Dillon was speechless. They both stood next to the figure and leaned against the railing. The view, the feeling was magnificent, inexpressible Elleander was a secret king.
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