Wind.

Everything was white.
And then in the white, came an angel. It spread its wings, illuminating a heavenly colour of gold. It
fluttered towards me, and whispered into my ear only 4 words.''
‘it’s safe. come back.’
And before I knew it,
the angel disappeared. I was left in the white and gold, all alone once again. I was left alone to float, to soar, to fly. I ventured far and wide, and found nothing. But I loved it. The angel welcomed me here, so here I must stay. This
is where I am meant to be, right? This is it. This is heaven.''
But I felt unfulfilled. I felt like I had a choice now. I could awake back in Croden, back
to my husband, back to my bed and my farm and my house and all of that, or I
could explore. I could travel through this celestial plain, and find whatever
needs to be found on the other side.------''
c o m e h o me
------But I awoke back in my bed. The sheets weren’t over me– instead they were draped over my husband, the red covering most of his body. I rolled over and almost fell out of my bed. But I got out, put on my slippers, and walked across the wood plank floor over to the kitchen. I groaned as I searched through the chest for anything, anything to eat. All we had was raw chicken, ready to be cooked in the furnace for dinner tonight. I sighed and got dressed and headed out to buy some food.
Croden was a beautiful place. Situated not far from a massive fishing lake, you could see mountains and plains and everything surrounding you. It had a small population of only 500, and not many travellers came to our village. At least not to settle. We get plenty of nomads and salesman that are venturing throughout the world for their strange moral purposes here. Once a nomad slept on my crop farm – I had to shoo him out with my hoe. But it is a humble little town, Croden. We have our general store, for
most of our food and leather clothes, we have a blacksmith for the soldiers and
hunters, we have a library for public use, run by my good friend Andrea, we
have a few crop farms – mine included, and lots of space for the children of
Croden to run around and do as they please.
‘Hey, Josephine!’ someone yelled out on my way to the
general store. I turned to see Borak, another friend of mine, huffing and
wheezing in his iron armour, running towards me like a madman. I was startled,
and then I laughed. I walked over to him, and he laughed back. He took
something out of his basket that he was carrying and gave it to me. A jar of
honey.
‘Yeah, I know how much you like that honey. Also, good
morning! Also, honey!’ He was wheezing and coughing and it was very apparent he
went out on his morning hunt. 
‘Thank you so much Borak!’ I exclaimed. I loved honey. And
especially Hajar Forest honey – the location of which is not too far from here.
I pecked him on the cheek – everyone does that in Croden – and we bid our
farewells. I decided now that I had this honey that I would treat myself to some
honey on bread, and so I continued my way to the general store. I passed the
library, passed the well, and eventually I arrived at my destination. 
‘Hi Steve!’ I said to the man behind the counter at the
general store. 
‘Hi Josephine! You’re up bright and early. Did you forgot to
buy breakfast foods yesterday?’ He replied.
‘Yes…’ I laughed. 
He laughed, then sighed, then said ‘Well, my shops just opened.
Look around! Take your pick!’
I nodded and smiled and looked around for some bread. It
looked like he had recently restocked – a box full of loaves of bread awaited
me. I grinned and took a few loaves – my husband Claudius also loves bread –
and walked over to the counter. 
‘That’ll be two gold.’ Steve said. I passed over the gold
and thanked him. I left the general store and began to head home, saying hello
to Andrea in the library on the way. We got stuck in a conversation and I ended
up eating some of the honey and bread earlier, but eventually I left the
library and got home.
Claudius was already up. His tired face lit up when he saw
the honey and bread. The kettle whistled and he quickly poured out some tea and
sat down at the table, book and quill in one hand, tea in the other, waiting
eagerly for the bread and honey to be shared. Claudius was an author – his
stories were shared across the world. He was rather popular, but living in such
a small town nobody really bothered him. He liked it that way.
His stories were about dragons and knights and princesses –
except its twisted. You see, in most Minecraft folklore (Minecraft is what our
world is called. Did we mention that?) its all about how the knights save the
day. But in this story the princesses are evil and the dragons still die anyway
because the knights don’t realise that the princesses actually want to kill
them, not the dragons. Sounds complicated, but it’s a great book series and
Claudius is very proud of it.
I spread the honey on the bread with my iron knife and gave
some to Claudius. He chowed it down. He went all soft when he put it in his mouth
– the sweetness of the honey made him giddy. I smiled and made some for myself.
Claudius was such a sweet man. Should I tell him?
I looked over at Claudius and gulped. I took a deep breath
and said to Claudius: ‘The angel came back.’
And his smiled vanished. He looked at me sternly. 
‘Did it say the same thing again?’ He questioned.
‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘But this time it felt like I had a
choice.’ I swallowed. ‘She was beckoning me, pushing me to go back to wherever
home is. But this is home, right? Surely. I mean, I still ain’t sure of my past
before I woke up in Croden, but it’s not like I was anywhere before that,
right?’
Claudius stared into my eyes. I look away. ‘I know, I’m just
being silly.’ I said. ‘This angel thing – it’s all in my head. It doesn’t mean
anything, but…’ I trailed off.
‘You know, let’s not worry about it now. If it comes back,
then we can worry.’ I looked down for a bit, then smiled. ‘Care for another
slice of bread?’
Claudius’ smile returned. ‘You bet!’ he giggled and we ate
like our lives were perfect, like the angel meant nothing, like we had no idea
that the events that would play out tonight would even occur. We ate and we
dreamt and we talked and we laughed and we smiled, because we loved each other.
I finished the bread and made my way to the kitchen to wash
up. The sun was fully up now, and its rays illuminated through the glass
windows in front of the cauldron I used to wash dishes in. I smiled gleefully
and popped the dishes in the cauldron, pulled out some detergent potions, and
poured those potions into the cauldron. I flicked a lever underneath the
cauldron and heard it start to bubble and churn. So I left.
I kissed Claudius bye-bye and headed off to work. I used to
be a fierce warrior, fighting off all sorts of creatures from the moment I
found myself alone in Croden. But I got older, and with age came weariness. So,
I am a fisherman now. Everyday I carry my fishing rod and my bait out to the
nearby lake, and I fish. The lake is usually filled with fish so it’s not a
problem trying to get any. I arrived at the lake and pulled out my rod. I sat
down with a thud on the edge of a dock, threw in the line and waited patiently
for the fish to arrive. I waited about half an hour before I realised I forgot
to put any bait on.
And the day went on like normal.
I caught up with Andrea again for some good old milk and
cookies, I talked to Borak about his hunting technique (and some girl he is in
a relationship with now, the name is Jennifer) and bought some more things from
Steve and his general store.
And then it was night.
I knocked on the door and entered my house. Claudius was
still awake, his hands furiously scribbling down ideas and stories and whatever
fell out of his massive creative brain. I yawned and he looked over at me.
‘Is it an early night for you?’ He asked.
‘Yep.’ I groaned and walked over to the bedroom.
‘Good night!’ he yelled from down the hallway and I smiled.
I plopped into bed with a book – one of Claudius’s unreleased ones (I helped
proofread) – and I drifted off to sleep a while later.
And then I had a dream.
----THE ANGEL came to
greet me a..aa.again. And itr said hell O and I said Hello back. And it said
are you ready? And I said what for and it showed me a castle and I gasped and I
screamed and where am I going again …..---wind.''
but this castle was so
beautiful, it was 000 it was so high up. It was so high up in the clouds in the
llll//////////////theangelwantsmethere''
WAKE UP!
Claudius screamed at the top of his lungs. I woke up all
groggy and disappointed to find it was still night. But Claudius was afraid.
Afraid of what?
‘They’re back, Josephine.’
And I know exactly what he is talking about. 
The shadows flew through and THEY TOOK HIM THEY TOOK HIM
HE IS GONE AND HE IS GONE AND HE IS GONE AND HE IS GONE AND HE IS GONE AND HE
IS GONE AND HE IS GONE AND 
 
never to be seen again? (?)
and I sat there and cried. Claudius is gone. 
*
Croden is a happy place. Most people here are happy. We all
have our ups and downs, but in the end, we all come out ok.
I am not ok.
I ran to Andrea’s doorstep and screamed and kick the door
down and Andrea almost had a heart attack. I told her what had happened. I told
her about the screams, the sounds Claudius made as he was being ripped apart by
the shadows. I told her about how he left, and how I can’t find him, and how he
is dead. Claudius is dead. I screamed some more. Andrea held my hand tightly
and told me it was going to be ok. 
It wasn’t going to be ok.
She fetched me a pumpkin pie and I practically inhaled it. Andrea
looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and god-knows-what and went to get me another
one. I couldn’t even take a bite out of it. I felt sick.
Borak and his new girlfriend Jennifer arrived to comfort me.
Even Steve came. We all sat around, not talking at all. We just sat there,
bathing in the fact that Claudius is gone. Eternity lasted before anyone made a
sound. 
But it wasn’t a normal person no no no it was the ANGEL
IT WAS THE ANGEL SHE HAD COME
and she said to me that Claudius was at the castle? And then
she left.
And Borak looked at me funny. 
‘Are you ok?’ He asked. 
‘Yeah… I’m doing-‘
And then I passed out.
and i saw the castle.
---
THECASTLEOFTHEEXCALIBUR was big. It had an abundance of
different rooms inside its stone frame. Hallways lined with gold blocks, red
carpet flowing endlessly until you reached a dead end. Doorways with
magnificent frames of stone and moss, rooms of grandeur unlike any other. It
was certainly a regal castle.
Like most castles, however, it had its secrets. There is a
small dungeon where Claudius was hanging from the walls, pleading with the
shadows that had confronted him. And we can’t forget the portal room, with a
portal to HELL(leviathan) that nobody ever uses. 
I explored the castle for hours. Wandering its endless
twisting corridors, peeking in into any bedrooms or dining halls or
whatever-the-hell-that-is on my way. I admired the surroundings – the way the
clouds looked like animals bouncing around me. I felt free I felt happy I felt-
Then I turned and I saw a staircase. It went down and down
and down. It was crumbly and old, clearly worn down with no chance of recovery.
But I went down it anyway. It was eternal. I walked and walked and walked until
I considered just flopping down the stairs, bouncing my way down, breaking all
my bones only to be dead at the bottom. But I couldn’t do that, could I? So, I
continued to walk.
Eventually the staircase stopped. It didn’t stop anywhere in
particular, however. It just stopped right there. Stop underneath and above and
on the ground. But there wasn’t anywhere to go.
So, I jumped.
But before I knew it there was more staircase. And I walked
some more, jumped some more. Then I jumped and there was no more staircase, so
the ANGEL (what angel? Where did it come from) brought me back up
and told me
you must build the staircase
and then I fell away from Claudius’s dungeon, away from the
portal, and away from THECASTLEOFTHEEXCALIBUR. Andsothenidied.
and then I woke up again.
--
The air of Hajar Forest was crisp and clean. I giggled as I
bounded my way through the leaves, onwards to the lake cabin. My getaway, my happy
place. Borak fumbled on behind me, clumsily tripping every so often on a loose branch.
Andrea was ahead, talking to Jennifer about ‘girl stuff’ – and I was not allowed
to join. Even though I was a girl. I watched them laugh and turned to Borak
behind me, who was just getting up after slipping again. He smiled at me.
‘We love you Josephine, no matter what.’ He says with a
beaming grin. ‘We love you.’
We make it to the cabin. A wood plank was placed against a
tree, ‘Hajar’s Blessing’ etched messily in tiny letters on it. The cabin
looked like any old shotty cabin in the woods – a cliché deer head hang above
the doorframe of Borak’s bedroom, and musty smelling carpets were seemingly on
every floor. But it is where I went to when I felt sad – and I can certainly
say this is one of those times. So we drop our bags down in our bedrooms and
gather in the living room.
‘It’s a shame Steve couldn’t come,’ Andrea said, plopping
herself down on one of the dusts covered couches. ‘He would have loved this place.’
‘He’s certainly a man for the rustic…’ Borak trails off,
looking at the severed deer head above his doorframe. ‘…decorations.’ Andrea
stifles a laugh, and Jennifer punches him.
‘Don’t be mean Borak! Everybody has their different… tastes.’
Jennifer says in response. She immediately bursts out laughing.
We all have a good laugh about Steve’s furniture choices and
then I look at the deer head and it looks at me and we feel connected the deer
and I and the deer looks at me and says ‘Josephine I killed your husband’ no
this cant be why no I cant be here with that thing I cant be here I cant be
here
And now we are in the lake. I’m in my pink one-piece swimsuit.
Borak pushes a screaming and giggling Jennifer into the water. There’s a
massive splash and water flies everywhere. Andrea is bobbing in the water nearby.
Borak turns to me – ignoring his flailing girlfriend – and says,
‘You getting in?’
I’m confused and dazed. But I get in the water anyways. The
water is nice and cool and fresh feeling. I swim around in it.
And 
Now I am back in the cabin. We are packing our bags.
Everything is going so quickly I can’t deal with this all around me people are
laughing and having fun and I’m breathing heavily and I can’t deal with this. 
We are leaving the cabin now. We walk off. Borak slips again.
Jennifer laughs at him. Everyone is at peace except ME.
The cabin didn’t work. It didn’t fix me.
Now what?
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