Argania Morgana

Argania Morgana 

The Arganian Forest 4th Sector is a piece of land that is microscopic and telescopic. It is part of the vastness in the imagination. The land is a forest, time could be an island and space its ocean. It is connected by brain waves that attach to other people’s imagination and become real. Like it is now. Remember Robin Hood? Peter Pan? The same kind of feeling when you were a child, is what the forest is like. Medieval times, the Dark Ages, but futuristic at the same time. Time is the present to them. To us, it’s future and past still. The people’s vestiges were according to taste, because trends do not exist. Clothes are not mass produced, but made by the owner (out of other people’s throw aways) if they were poor. They were not treated as peasants by the Upper Classes. The royal people would have tailors of course. Royalty wasn’t so much the opulence of the blue bloods, but because of genetic superiority. Common folk weren’t rich, but they didn’t starve because freedom of whatever trade they desired, and since royalty never charged taxes (they didn’t need to) everyone was happy and easily obeyed their laws. If the Aranians wanted to change their laws, they could consult royalty. If they were diplomatically successful, laws would change and so on. There are all kinds of creatures living in the Arganian Forest- categorized by Hybrids, Pure Mutants, and so on. A myriad of creatures appear constantly, different species of crossbred animals but since the imagination is vast, there’s always room. Intermittent reruns of movies and past lives from the Third Dimension overlap into tapestry of foliage. The vegetation is plentiful and it is always 72°. In the mountain lands, it snows, but the snow is not cold. Fall lands always look autumnal year round (one Arganian year equals 2500 Earth years). 

At the outer reaches of the forest lies the Desert Lands. Desert Lands are like Arabian scenes- spotted with veritable mirages and feign oasis. Many people don’t go there because they get an uncontrollable urge to become Nomadic. Besides, the Desert Lands are inhabited by Outcasts- people who deserted the forest. The clouds in the Arganian Forest are rainbow colored, almost like sunsets. The sky has an array of multi colored scenes but more than less it’s usually purplish pink to reddish gold or green gold. The sun never looks the same twice. It rains on command leaving the sky white or gray. The rain makes the scenery look black and white, sort of like the inside of the double sided ‘Paranoid’ album. All males and females eat anything that is edible. The Arganaians have such a strange physiology in that both sexes do not have anuses thereby unable do defecate. That solves sewer problems. They absorb food and it becomes whatever the body needs. Their bodies are more electrical than ours and they can easily ‘hook on machines’ to them whether they be diagnostic or cosmetic.  

The air in the Arganian Forest is harmonic, so you constantly hear music. The ‘bands’ that make music are the warriors. They make music to battle ‘the enemy or those who make noise when they play. The way they play music is that their instruments extricate the harmony out of the air via speakers creating  a section of quiet around the area they play. Notes or an array of notes they play are exposed to the ‘quiet’ of the air from the instruments. Good prevails over evil in The Arganian Forest. Those who are fighting for good believe in a supreme being that will take care of them. The evil ones don’t believe in anything and generate their evil from within themselves, but they use sorcery and science aas a religion to get what they want and to curse their enemies. Although good prevails over evil, there are times when evil wins for a while. To the good ones, that time is a test to see their faith and strength and before you know it, bang! Good is on top again. 

 

The Fat Old Sun was glistening blue rays on the front lawn of TMR’s castle. He was practicing his sword exercises when the front gate guards blew their horns announcing a visitor. The visitor had the garments of a royal messenger that belonged to another faction and was being escorted by a house guard. “Your Highness, this is a messenger from Queen Diana De La Francios. He says he has an urgent message from the Queen.” TMR acknowledges and the messenger hands him a small scroll sealed with a royal stamp made from red serilla wax. He breaks the seal and opens the scroll. It revealed an encrypted message in obscure hieroglyphics. 

“I cannot read this language.” TMR replies in an annoyed tone. He hands the scroll to the messenger for him to translate. 

The messenger in a timid voice replies, “I cannot translate this note. It is encoded on a special frequency that only the royal translator can interpret. For security reasons.” TMR, now flustered, tells the guard to fetch the house translator. A few minutes later, a moozoo slithers towards TMR. TMR directs to read the message to him. It read: 

To The Mutated Rivethead 714 of the Arganian Forest Fourth Sector. I hope that when you receive this letter that you are in good health. The nature of this note is to warn you of a great threat that my clerics have divined. I would like to speak to you in my chambers at your earliest convenience. Thank you. 

With Love, 

Diana De La Francios 

Queen of the Whootsa Whatsa First Sector 

TMR sent the messenger away with a small propriety and asked the staff to prepare his dragon for flight. He was in the air an hour when he could smell the remnants of the Whootsa Whatsa Sector. It looked like a tropical rain forest. The lush green jungle was spotted with an array of wild flowers. The fragrance was so strong that even at the altitude TMR was at, he could distinguish each individual scent. Large waterfalls looked as if tiny powder puffs as he gained on the outside of Diane’s castle. He landed right outside her gate that was guarded with a pride of twelve lion-like animals. One of the creatures hissed and startled the dragon. The dragon in a defensive warning, incinerated the large orange cat-like beast. The rest of the pride hoarded together in anger. Suddenly, a blast from a conch shell made the pride separate exposing the front gate. The guards on the inside assured TMR safe passage onto the grounds. Once inside, the dragon was hitched inside a dragon barn while TMR was escorted to the main meeting chambers. When TMR was in the presence of the Queen, he bowed as a gentleman and kissed her hand. Then he rose and greeted her with a smile. She was dressed in a shiny white glow that was fashioned into a Greek style robe. She had a wreath of tiny lilacs and gold braids that made her crown. She smelled of a rainfall and Jojoba. The flowery fragrance was soothing, complementing the herbal laden air in the castle. Her face returned the smile with happiness- she had not seen TMR in a long while. Under her smile was a hint of worry, and she did not hesitate to speak. “You know, T, I was one of the mothers that raised you and I love you very much. This morning, my head cleric showed me two possible futures, both of them dark. All I can tell you is that to be very careful in the next two Anras because the age of innocence is fleeting. I do not want to see you hurt.” 

TMR, a little perplexed, asks, “What should I do?” 

Diana expresses an encouraging look and responds, “You know what to do, you are the hero. You will protect the entire forest, but it is not going to be easy. You are going to go through a lot of trials- trials that will determine your intellect, your character, and your will.” 

TMR looks grim and says, “I guess I have no choice.” 

Diana grabs a punchful of his blue black hair and retorts, “Medicines taste awful...Sometimes we have to take something bitter to make us feel better. These tasks are going to leave a sour taste in your mouth, but you are going to better and stronger in the end. Before this happens, the Alkadruggies will separate and you will binge on women, wine and song. A last feast-if you will- prior to your task. You wil be sent a special companion during riot time. When he takes your leave, then your test begins.” 

TMR, now with a determined chin replies, “You are wise and I know that folly does not reign in this house. I thank you for directing my path.” 

Diana gives him a smirk and chirps, “Thatsa ma boy!” Then she looks around and wrangles to herself under her breath, “Where did I put that caterrials?” She pulls out a universal remote control, points it at you (the reader). A bright silver light flashes out of the remote and the whole scene disappears into non existence. 

“We return to our regularly scheduled program.” 

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

Don't take my tone as anything but trying to be helpful, But if the ground does not freeze there by plants and vegetation die and go back to dust, there is no regeneration.
There has to be intake of vitamins and nutrients that keep us alive AND defecation to expel such. It's the Circle Of Life, babe.
IDK, this story sounds Wizard of Oz-ish.
Of course, in OZ, there is no common sense so it goes how you want, I guess.
Good FICTIONAL story. YOUR stories always sound more believable, like, COULD be true.
Not insulting But not as good as what I've read before. That's me.

[Scorpious Alpha]

Lol that's great!