Queen Sarah
One warm evening near the end of sunset, a white owl sat
burrowed in the thick of a Sycamore tree gazing towards the elongating shadows
forming behind the Egyptian pyramids. A slow, effervescent breeze gently
stirred the leaves of the Sycamore and the feathers around the owl’s thick neck
and up through it’s nostrils. In, went the breath of this unfamiliar presence,
and out came a stream of golden dust. It sneezed so hard that some of the
Sycamore’s trees loosened and wafted towards the ground. “Bless you, owl” said
the tree, “Sahha, bless you, gesundheit, hari om, salute!” said Sarah, who, still
forming from Sycamore leaves and golden dust, ended up sounding like she said “isduhfisudhfiuh.”
She scared the owl so bad he flew into a different tree. The Sycamore instantly
decided he was no longer a speaking tree.
What they didn’t know is that Sarah has been alive since
before their time and was reigning as a Queen in her small kingdom of Maltan,
near southern Bahbah. She knows both of their ancestors, some of whom serve within her
kingdom as royal mail deliverer and noble shade-giver. She had specifically chosen them, the sons
of their forefathers, for this special task of initiating her time travel. It’s
a simpler time in her kingdom, for everyone remains content with their simple
lives.
“What” you might ask, “would cause Queen Sarah to feel the
urge time travel?” I’ll tell you. You see, everyone in her kingdom feels
content with their lives except for her. She finds herself to be generally happy.
Her marriage to the King is stronger than ever and she finds comfort by the
sweet song of her favorite royal birds, the red robins. Her intellect remains
stimulated by her exciting conversations with Greegoo (her royal mail
deliverer) but yet there is a deeper craving. Her mother had given her a book
called “At the End of the Marvelous Stream” which is about a mystical, sweet
tasting, thick chocolate syrup that flows from a beautiful tree called Nutella.
It is there, her mother once said, that she would experience a new world formed
only when the spirits of four women from different times and different solar
systems became physically existent. The book gave her all the secrets on how to
get there and that is how she formed from golden dust and Sycamore leaves
through the nostrils of her friend Greegoo’s great, great, great, great,
grandson, Dreedoo.
Now by the time Dreedoo looked back at this muttering pile
dust he was in the other tree. He nearly fell out when he saw a beautiful woman
with long golden hair looking straight at him and giggling. She was giggling so hard that the Sycamore couldn’t help
but smirk. Though, with that smirk his leaves rustled and he revealed himself
as a conscious being. When Sarah noticed, through her giggles she managed to
say “ne vous
inquiétez pas, je suis inoffensif et
je vous aime.” (which means “do not worry, I am
harmless and I like you.” in French.) The Sycamore stared at her and thought,
“right as I thought she was alright she goes on mumbling crazy gibberish.” But,
Sarah is perceptive and could see that it puzzled him and so she decided to continue to speak
in the language of this story.
“Tee hee, ha ha, hee hee hee!” and on she giggled until she
collected herself and said “ok ok ok ok ok cuties, so I need to find like, this
tree, ya know? The Nutella tree from the book my mom gave me. You know? From At
the End of the Marvelous Stream??? Ha ha ha ha! Mmkay?”
The Sycamore didn’t know how to react to her foreign
accent. At this point the owl,
wise and understanding, regained his confidence and decided to help his old
Sycamore friend and try and converse with this strange, giggling, golden
human. He somehow felt strangely
familiar with her accent and decided it was okay to trust her. Owls have a good
sense of trust. Also, he knew about this tree she was very erratically
describing. His wife owl Sabna and her friends flew by it just the other day.
Flashback to their conversation a few days earlier
“It was so goooolden, so shiny, I thought to myself ‘I really should take some
of those leaves and liven up our borough home.’ It’s just so duuuull Dreebabe,
so duuuull. Gosh whatever is that crazy brown goo though, such a draaag it
makes the tree look muddy!” Dreedoo sips coffee and shuffles newsletter.
Flashback to present.
“Strange, giggling,
golden human. I know this tree you talk about. My wife Sabna has been there
recently and told me how to get there." So he guided her as she walked towards
to stream, flying from tree to tree, making sure she wasn’t looking at his
butt. He was self-conscious about his butt. It was “so cute and poofypoofy” as
his wife had awkwardly put it. On and on they went for about an hour and with
these last words he confidently sent her off to walk the stream alone. “The
stream runs about a hundred paces further. At the end you will see bridge leading
to the island where the tree grows. I hope you find what you’re looking for. I
have to go, my wife is making fig pie for dinner.”
“Hee hee ok have a
good dinner! Thanks for your help!” said Sarah as she walked along. (How nice and simple this was for Sarah, for you see she finds luck wherever she goes.) She could
already smell the aroma of Nutella. It was exactly as the book described. Rich…
bold… salivating… “I wonder why the owl didn’t seem interested in Nutella.” You
see, even though the owls are wise, they don’t understand the concept of
Nutella. With every step the scent grew stronger and suddenly now in close
distance to the tall, golden tree appeared three shadowy figures. Three beautiful women named Queen Asumi,
Queen Laura, and King-Queen Emily stepped out of the shadows.
Soft golden light
from the flowers of the tree shined on their faces enlightening their unique
and strange features. Queen Asumi then brought Sarah a ruby laced goblet filled with
the dense sweet liquid and said “We’ve been waiting for your Sarrraaah!” and
with that their adventures began. -
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