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Beyond The Boundaries

Post by Wolfy on Mon Mar 17, 2014 8:52 pm



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Heidi was once pulled deep into the pages of a book she had borrowed from a local library when she was just a young girl; taken on many journey's in order to battle against another world's oncoming storm. Chaos was defeated and she returned home, ridding herself of such a frightful storybook.

Now, much older and with her 23rd birthday just around the corner, she checks out the very same book with the hope of discovering that world she found herself lost in, so long ago.

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Post by Wolfy on Tue Mar 18, 2014 2:09 pm

A cool summer breeze blew in off the shore as the young woman stepped out onto her porch. Her home was something her relatives adored, given its location right by the seaside, but she had now grown bored of seeing the same old tranquil waves every morning and evening. It was time for a change, but how would she go about finding something more exciting than living a mere few metres from a beautiful beach? Yes, it had its perks, but it also had its quirks and during the warmer months of the year, she longed for somewhere with cooler climates.

One of the only areas for endless entertainment was a half hour bus journey through the countryside and on such a hot day, she didn't much fancy being cooped up with a bunch of tourists on a ridiculously speedy bus. True it was that she had ventured out through the greenery of her homeland, Wiltshire, to find something new and intriguing, but today was not one of those days. Standing there for a moment, she had a miniature debate; her arms folded just below her chest and a pouty expression etched onto her usual cheerful features. There was only so much one could do with such a small space to work with, yet she soon made up her mind and trotted back inside to grab her library card. Tucking it away neatly into the side of her boot, she locked up her white gate after checking the fencing was in order and strolled down the street. On one side of the road, the pavement met golden sand — whilst on her side, there were dainty little houses similar to her own, each occupied by some very lovely people she considered wonderful neighbours.

Living alone often became a bit of a chore, however. When she was not working or had some free time during routine visits to a handful of the local nursing homes, she would spend her days chatting away like a little old lady with the woman who lived just next door. Her neighbour was but eight or nine years older than her, so they were always able to come up with something to discuss. It gave them both a bit of company, or so they often told one another. Both were unattached and so, life did get a bit lonely, no matter the time that ticked away with chatter.

It was only idle, really. They did delve into deep discussions every once in a while, but it never held the girls attention for too long. That very same neighbour had actually disliked her a great deal when she first moved in, for reasons unknown. It all changed when they got to know one another and her neighbour realised she had been unfair and cruel in her judgements. Apparently, there were far too many troublemakers her age and her neighbour had believed she was most likely one of them — only, she had been proven wrong.

“Good Morning, Miss Heidi” one of the locals called out as she walked on by, tossing the elderly gentleman a wave and flashing a bright smile, which he returned before focusing once more on what looked to be a rather unruly patch of weeds beside his bed of pure white roses.

That poor old man had been keeping on top of those roses since his beloved wife passed away just shy of a year ago. It seemed his battle with the blasted flowers and endless weeds surrounding them was ongoing and they would never, ever, give him a break. Heidi had offered many times to do all that gardening work for him, but with an appreciative twinkle in his aged eyes, he declined and instead, would often invite her in for a cup of tea, a saucer full of tiny mint chocolates in emerald green wrappers and a good old chat. Of course, the young lady was always delighted at such an offer and would always find the time to keep the old guy company. More than anyone else in the area she knew, he needed the attention the most, or did since his wife passed away. Prior to her passing, he had been rather reluctant to interact with anyone and would, more often than not, keep himself to himself and never got involved in anyone else's business and vice versa.

It was somewhat depressing to see such a change in him, though she was perfectly aware that all he wanted was someone to talk to. It surprised her a great deal that others who lived around him had not offered the same kind of thing; she never would have pegged them as heartless, not in a million years. Yet, it remained the same. She was the only one who had time for him and it broke her heart. He had no family left and had, not too long ago, been left alone in the world by the one woman he had loved so dearly. Heidi had only been around here a few years, but she would always see that spark between the two of them. It created quite a glow around the pair.

Now, he had no one, but her and she was more than happy to be that someone he could turn to when he was in need. A look of wonder crossed her face as she continued walking, noticing how he had a constant smile on his lips as he worked away on those pesky weeds, every once in a while, bending forward to inhale the scent of those lovely roses. Perhaps gardening was something that brought him peace; despite the persistence of the less beautiful growths. Maybe someday he could show her the ropes and she could help him out a bit, every time they decided to grow back and shelter his pretty flowers from the sunlight they so badly needed.

After walking for just under fifteen minutes, she reached the street, on which, stood a miniature library that not many folk around the area knew of, simply because it was so out of view. But she knew it, of course. Reading was one of her passions and it had been from a very early age. Along with sending out publications for her local newspaper and trying to get her foot in the door of a career she so badly wished to engage in. It was no easy route, but she would get there somehow. It would take a number of years and she understood that, but it was worth the wait. If you had a good number of samples to back up everything you implied you were good at, work would come floating in from all different directions. But first, she had to build that portfolio.

As soon as she stepped into the homely little place, the libraries owner, Mr Coreander, stood before her with a happy smile. He used to be a bit of a grouch when she was younger, but since witnessing the young girl turn into a lovely young woman, his attitude softened. Now, he looked at her whenever she entered the library, with nothing but happiness. Kids were so troublesome, he would often say and though she had not been problematic as a child, she figured he blanked most children who browsed the shelves of this place. Heidi had not entertained the idea that he might simply prefer the company of adults and so, when she was small and would often find herself hiding from others in this very library, she seemed a bit of a nuisance to him. Now, it all made sense. But as he continued to smile at her — his arms full of books he was about to put back into place, she felt relieved that he no longer considered her a pest.

“Mr. Coreander” she offered a small smile, along with a curtsey which would have been familiar to his eyes, as she would more often than not, do the very same thing when greeting him as a little girl and when saying goodbye. “I've come for some more books. I finished my studies not so long ago and have very little to do in my spare time so.. I thought I would do some reading.”

The man was ageing a considerable amount, it seemed. Though, to be fair, she had only been a small sprout when she used to come in here. The rim of his glasses had thickened and were dark as coal now; his eyes somewhat sunken in, but that same mischievous sparkle lingered in their depths. It was difficult to see on first glance, but Heidi knew him well and he had not really changed all that much. She could remember those summer afternoons when her so called friends would chase her around town, when she used to live at the opposite end of Wiltshire. It had vast open land and sometimes, riding her bike to school was the only option. It certainly beat walking all that way, that was for sure. Those friends she had when she was younger, were not the kind you hoped for growing up. They picked on her all the time, because one of her eyes was a brighter shade than the other and as children, they believed she was just a freak; an outcast.

“Come in, come in—“ he started, shuffling the books around in his arms as they grew heavy. “You know where everything is, I assume? It's been a few years since I last saw you, but nothing here has changed, so I'm sure you'll find your way around” and with that, off he went about his business, mumbling all kinds of odd nonsense to himself as he worked.

Heidi shook her head, familiarising herself with her surroundings and remembering what it had been like to spend hours upon hours in such a warm, cosy space with nothing but books for company. Sure, she had the libraries owner for chitchat, but she much preferred the world's each of these books allowed her to dive into. With the imagination of a small child, it was always lots of fun and she'd often hang around until late in the evening; on those days, Mr. Coreander would even offer to give her a lift home if she didn't much feel like riding all that way.

Coreander had been right in his words, in that nothing at all had changed. Even the paint on the walls was beginning to peel and the deep red carpet beneath her feet looked ever so worn. But she liked it this way. It was one of the only things in her life that had not changed and caused a rift in her daily routines. Change was not something the young woman thrived on, at all, but as it was a necessary part of life, she would always bite her tongue and get on with it. There was absolutely no point in complaining or trying to act against what most considered natural. It could not be diverted in any way, so battling against it with the hope you could find some other way, was not advisable and nor was it a very wise move to make. Heidi had learnt that the hard way, unfortunately. Being as stubborn and hard-headed as she was, the little changes all around her had her stomp her feet and really challenge them, but it never worked out well.

With a mournful sigh, she pressed onward through the many shelves piled up with books, both old and new, to find something of interest that would hold her attention for those hours she spent doing literally nothing at all. Now that her studies were over, she had more freedom and time to do things she wanted to do when she was not working, but it was always difficult finding a hobby she hadn't already tried and failed at. Reading was the only possible solution to that particular problem and if she found the right story, it would kill all that time, as well as being fun.

“Curious..” she mouthed, though her words were but a whisper for herself to acknowledge her train of thought as her hand brushed over the familiar spine of a large book. “I wonder..” she spoke again, pulling the book from the shelf which was, unfortunately, a shelf above her, making it quite a struggle; eventually, she managed to pull it free without knocking other books over. “Oh, I remember you — my childhood revolved around your many wonders.”

“That book should not be there, young missy. You know better than to consider booking that one out of this library; don't you remember what happened last time?” Mr Coreander rounded the corner and approached me, now with only one book in hand. “Here, take this one instead” he offered, holding out a thin comic in the hope that I'd find it much more interesting.

“I remember... I had a lot of wonderful adventures with this book” I smiled, brushing my hand over its cover once more before turning my attention to the ageing man beside me. “I know you think it isn't safe but.. I'd like to read it one more time, before I become too old and lose all interest in childlike fantasies.”

As before, Mr Coreander gave a vibrant smile and retreated the comic back into his possession. A light shove from him and I was being guided toward his office space. I had not believed he would buy into my argument on wanting to take the book, no matter the dangers I had faced last time, but that smile of his reminded me of what had happened all those years ago. He had made it a point to keep me well away from that book, all the while filling me in on the possible enjoyment I might receive from it. Had he wanted me to sneak it into my school bag? It all made so much sense to me now and that same old sparkle shone in the corner of his eye as he looked at me, scanning the book and marking down all the important dates. He then filled my name in on his old fashioned, bulky computer and sent me on my way.

That afternoon was uneventful, save for my never-ending debate on whether or not I should open the book and get stuck into its pages. I had done so before, a long time ago, but would it be the same? Or was that kind of magic only possible for children of a younger age? Perhaps, now that my twenty third birthday was fast approaching, those otherworldly adventures would no longer take me with them— maybe I was too old for that kind of fun. I felt sorry for myself as I paced back and forth, hoping to come to a final decision on what I should do. I'd checked the book out and it did not have to be returned for three months, so I had all the time in the world to finally indulge in it, but I did not know if I wanted to. Despite having protested back at the library, I was now unsure of myself and took Mr Coreander's words into account a second time. Though, this time, they really sunk in and I wondered what might happen if something went wrong.

Enough! There was only one way to find out what kind of trouble awaited her and that was to start reading the book. With shaky hands, her nerves shooting through the roof, she opened the first page and began chapter one of a book she had forgotten all about prior to her library visit. On an ordinary day, a visit to the library was not in the cards, but something had pushed her in that direction. Her mind had been made up this morning as soon as she awoke, but she hadn't even been aware of it. Something wanted her to dive into these pages and now, there was no turning back. Whatever journey awaited the young woman would find her both eager and afraid.

ౄ Heidi reads the first chapter

Atreyu glanced ahead, his eyes fixated on the storm brewing just a few miles in the direction they were heading. Since that fateful accident many years ago, though it seemed a lifetime had washed over the pair since then, Artax had never been the same. Every now and then, he would find something of interest to nibble on if he was hungry, but most of the time, he followed his owners steps as they walked for days, sometimes weeks, in the hope of finding some shelter. So far, their days had been spent building makeshift huts wherever they could find enough material, or something that would pass as a roof to keep the pouring rain and howling winds at bay. It was hopeless; neither felt the will to live any more and should their travels last any longer, they would soon give up hope. There was nothing for them, nor anyone else lucky enough to survive the last battle Fantasia had been faced with. Another human child had forgotten everything. Word had spread across the land that this child had grown into an intelligent young woman, with so much knowledge about her own world that she no longer found interest in the world of others.

ౄ Heidi slams the book shut

Perplexed, she stares at the cover of the book, too frightened to continue. That could have been about absolutely anyone, couldn't it? Then why did she feel as though she was reading about herself? It wasn't possible. Those things were absurd, were they not? Growing up, her belief in childlike dreams and fantasies had scattered to the wind. She knew now that these stories were not real and they never would be real. It was all a figment of her imagination. Her breath caught in her throat as she brushed her fingers over the Auryn, her eyes glowing along with the necklace as it shone a bright gold.

Had she been wrong? Was the mention of a little girl being so forgetful and no longer believing in that world, truly about her? All she could do was gaze, open mouthed, at the necklace before carefully peeling it off of the cover and holding it in the palm of her hand. A warmth surrounded her and unknowingly, she smiled, opening herself up to whatever power it possessed. Then came a voice — faint but echoing inside her head, allowing her to understand everything. It spoke of making wishes and going on many wonderful adventures. Another smile passed over her lips and with a whisper, she made it known that she longed to venture back into that world. A world that had made all of her childhood dreams come true. Many creatures she had met, most of which were mythical and as a young girl, that had fascinated her an enormous amount.

“I wish..” she began, her voice increasing in volume with every word she spoke. “I wish to return to Fantasia.”

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Post by Maggie on Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:38 pm

Sweet lord woman! This is wonderful! I'm actually thinking of having a Never Ending Story marathon just because of this first update. This makes me wish that they'd start up the franchise again this time with your Heidi, you'd be perfect for the continuation. I seriously can't wait for another update! I do love the playlist and Heidi's style and not to mention the banner. :-D

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