Land Of Stories: Worlds Collide นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

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“First hundred years, I travelled everywhere and discovered the world, understood various civilizations. I discovered the parts of the world that were isolated and away from the influence of the mainlands of Arginieth and Phantoria. I stopped on several islands on my solo voyage and that was where I found a land cut off from the mainland of Arginieth. The land is still dreaded by werewolves and is impenetrable and undiscovered. The land of Ultimas…” “What!” “What?” “What!” “A land of what again?” Hikari, Morfan, Lucella and I exclaimed at the same time. All of us had come to the edge of our seats.

“Yord, a land closed off from the world of pure humans. A vast land of trees, water forms, and mountains habited by every magical creature created by the gods. Before the wars started by pure humans began, our kind was living peacefully among them. When the first World War launched its first bomb Frey- the most powerful immortal being of Yord- saw how the pure humans used and abused his creatures for evil. He then created a barrier to protect his creations. His anger on pure humans became deeply rooted from then on. Never did a pure human set foot on our land ever again, the end.” Grandmother Willows closes the book called “The Legend of Yord” and puts it on the side table close to the moon-

The ground sprouts grasses—the same grasses in his world, the shade of the super moon turns to light, and the air suddenly feels cold— "Aaah!" I hold my baby bump tight, the belt is already disjointed, and my back is getting even stiffer. "Wait! Wait, I need a moment of silence!" I screamed in the middle of silence. However, Haiban folds his sleeves up and exposes the book tattoos on his arms, then manifests another 4 spellbooks with both hands. "I told you, my child, you're delivering the worst to yourself," he said. The terrifying rumbling sounded from afar, then all of our jaws dropped when we saw the earth folds like a scroll! The houses, roads, and even the lakes are rolling and squashi

Meera reached up to pinch his nose. "Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire." "If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one." "One," his sister agreed, "but over wrinkled."

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

But Samudra continued, "But the story doesn't end here, she went inside to find the baby soundly sleeping and an enormous snake lying dead near it and the whole floor being covered in blood." Tanisi shrieked with pain and Samudra saw tears in her eyes. With a sad smile he got up and said, "Tanisi what is the moral of the story? Sometimes, what you see isn't true. Here You are the child, not one but there are many snakes... and your ego is the mother.. Don't kill the Mongoose... Tanisi.. Don't kill the Mongoose..."

He asked, this time with interest. “Oh that shit’s easy. So my best friend Marin is a Ghanaian, and according to him, back home, there are tribes that think that when one dies, they become an ancestor, right? And these people can interact with these ancestors by pouring alcohol on the ground and speaking to them, pouring out all their hearts problems.” I explained excitedly. “So wait, lemme get this straight. You believe when you pour alcohol on the ground and speak to Albert Einstein he’ll come and help you out?”