[update 4/11 7.50pm] added a few stuff here and there and edited the story slightly. Should write a story book someday consisting of all these stories i write.
Time: 9.50
The motley crew of knights, mages, mercenaries, peddlers, traders, beggars, minstrels, nobles have been slowly gathering for more than half an hour now, and the crowd is getting noisier at the moments, with caravans and carriages still approaching every minute bringing with them princes and princesses of faraway lands to the encampment.
'Why are we here', A lone knight asked amidst the buzzing crowd.
'Haven you heard, at exactly 3 minutes to 10 everyday, the magical doorway over there opens, promising rewards beyond ones imagination if one could find it.' A passing hunchback shouted.
'And also, haven you heard of the thrones of the fhird storey? Legend says that he who sits on one of the 20 thrones at the range of thrones would share rule over the land for the day.' A songstress added in a singsong voice, plucking her harp.
All around the valley, The knights sharpening their swords, traders peddling their wares, everyone seemed busy, but from time to time, you could see everyone stealing a glance at the doorway and at others on the valley, fearing that a moments loss may put them behind the others in the rush for the treasure.
And as time slowly ticked away, everyone got more and more restless. The most restless of them already pacing forward and backwards around the door, while others were looking in from a distance, like a hunter stalking his prey, near but not in direct view at the door. Even the calmest nobles could be seen asking their servants to check at the door from time to time.
And as seconds ticked further away, and the silent servants of the mystery ruler of the realm of the garden is seen, everyone stopped their preparations and gathered round the gate. Awaiting the moment of breakthrough. everyone was nervous as tensions rose. In the first row, Knights and Nobles stood gallantly, with the occasional centaur in their midst, having a certain clairvoyant face as though he already knew he would win the treasure. Slightly behind, mages and wizards stood, stern faced, as though deep in concentration, preparing their first spells to claim their first kills in their hunt. Just behind them stood the traders, peddlers, artists and performers, still asking around for one last deal before they enter the mystic lands. And at the furthest back stood the theives, rogues and beggars, stabbing each other and pushing in a bid to get further forward.
And the glass doors slid open. And if there was any clue of chilvary and gallantry before, there was none now. Soldiers and Knights alike charge for the treasure, every man for himself. It was not a pretty scene. Those who slipped on the climb was left behind, trampled over by the chasing pack. The leaders too were not having a good time, with the pack behind pushing for greater and greater altitudes. And in minutes, the chase was over. The quick footed and the agile have got the thrones, and the rest have to rest with a seat at their feets. Abdication and conquering of the thrones does take place, but rarely and often after many an hour. Wars are also fought between these new kings and queens ranging from small scale military operations, to full scale battles. But for now, the dust is settled and the lands distributed, and the world is peaceful. For now.
And that is the exact situation in front of the library everyday. Ok. i have exaggerated a little. But yeah. you get the picture.
especially today. today was bad. haha. all seats were taken before the second wave.. luckily i am chiongster king..haha..
nth much else.. have chem to mug for.. haha.
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