Faraway Land Novels & Stories

"Going to East Mezona?" Aaron smiled and nodded. "Yes, Luna." The fork slipped from Era's hand. She stared at Aaron, stunned. Maybe she thought Aaron would retract his statement, but he didn't. "He's going to East Mezona? The farthest town in the country?" "That's right, Luna. East Mezona is indeed the most distant city in the country." Era was flustered. Her mind raced to recall past geography lessons. Then she guessed, "Does this have something to do with the development plan for the chamomile plantation?"

I'll be fine, babe," my mother assured him as she kissed him. I felt like I wanted to hurl. I was so glad when the engine started. "Take care, Freya," Jack had the nerve to wish me goodbye. I pretended he wasn't there while I looked at the houses across the street, and I was soon on my way to a town I didn't want to be a part of. It had been a long journey to The Town of Forgotten. A land that few people had heard of. But those who left there for a better life. The ones who were attached to it by birth.

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

“What?” Mardichi pulled me around to kneel before him. Touching my chin reverently as he looked down at my face. “You have stumbled into a tale nearly as old as time. What we are and how we became it, is quite an unbelievable tale. It didn’t even happen in this land. It happened in a place we now call the UpperLands.” “UpperLands.” “Yea.” Mardichi nodded. “That’s what the fey call it. Apparently, they’ve moved throughout it for centuries. Going there and back.”

That very summit looked so far away. The wind howled through the lower branches of the majestic trees and through half opened tents. Men gathered around fires, sat and sang songs: Green green grass & willows; Weaving my sorrow. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. Quietly waiting for your return. Quietly waiting for your return. Tell me, my dear. Won't you come home? Won't you come home? Your homeland is longing for thee. Your homeland is longing for thee.

The peaceful façade now seemed to mock me, hiding something monstrous beneath its depths. Caden gestured toward the opposite side of the mountain, his voice low and serious. “On the other side of the river lies the Land of the Exiled.” I followed his gaze, squinting to make out the distant terrain. It was isolated, shrouded in an eerie stillness, separated from us by the shimmering waters of the river. “How do you get over there?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Jasper said thoughtfully. "Sounds good. I remember a famous poem 'Far From The Madding City'. The poem was about arriving at a paradise after passing through a narrow cave. The people there grew their own crops and lived a peaceful life." "How could you still remember these things?" Jasper was curious. He remembered that he had read this when he was a child, but he had almost forgotten all of it. "I like these romantic poems, especially the ones by Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning," Stella chatted casually.

The letter reminds me of a legend my mom always narrated to me before sleeping. Long ago, my ancestors travelled through the depths of time seeking survival from the fangs of dangers an aging world brings them. They sought for shelter that would protect them from blazing heat that pierces through their bodies – the world was too big to search for purpose. Once in a night, the M’ri stumbled upon a mountain reaching the depths of the stars. It was high enough to see how far they’ve gone, looking from its top as they gaze to the line that separates the land and the air. They sat circling around a bonfire, singing for their great feat that defied through time.

Caspian set his destination at the blessed land about 770,000 miles away from the Heaven's Edge Sect. There were a total of 25 blessed lands. The Crape Myrtle Sect didn't specifically indicate which blessed land contained any exotic minerals and produce. Caspian had his own reasons for going to the blessed land far away.

As you go so far My heart says stay back Because it clinches for your smile It cannot relate someone so pure It cannot stay so endure You are carrying my heart away So peaceful and keen to say That I love you And I will love you Till the end