Message of Eternia
There are many stories with fantasies as great as heaven. If one could actually believe…

The sun shone through the trees, creating playful dots of light on the grass below. The leaves wriggled with each wind that blew, like small outtakes of a breath, making the dots move with them. It looked like a scene of freedom, the dots like playful children and the wind like the free paths one should be able to take…

   A car drove on the small grey stones of the path, creating crisping sounds. The wheels moved slowly, as if careful of what had to come. The car was headed towards the end of the path, where a house stood. It was a rather old house, one with many histories.
   ‘Ryosuke, we’re almost there!’ A soft voice said. Ryosuke looked up from his sketchbook. They had been driving for a fairly long time and it had become quite boring so he had started to sketch something in his sketchbook. The most sketches were left there to rest, but some he worked out into beautiful paintings.
   He looked out of the window. Trees embraced the path, sometimes a bush placed here or there, which made the forest look fuller. The green colors made him feel warm inside; he didn’t think he would ever feel uncomfortable in this new place. Slowly scanning over the environment, Ryosuke let his eyes rest on the big building in front of the road. It towered above all the trees around them, as if it was trying to say: ‘I am your master, I am your pride and so I am your beauty.’
   Realizing that he still held his pencil, he quickly put it in his pen case, for they had almost arrived at the front of the house. He closed the zipper, which made a sound almost equal to the zooming of a bee. After that, the boy closed his sketchbook and laid it next to him on the backseat. The car screeched to a halt; they had arrived.
   His parents were the first to take action, stepping out of the car with legs stiff from the time they had not been used properly. They looked around, taking up their surroundings, before looking back at the car, where Ryosuke still sat. “Ryosuke, won’t you come?” His father said. Ryosuke unfastened his seatbelt and slowly opened the door. After getting out, he stretched himself, feeling lazy because he was stiff. The boy closed his eyes and breathed in the wind of this new area where they would be spending their new life.
   The wind slowly blew, reaching his hair and playing with its long bangs. The dark brown threads softly caressed his face, just like a feather’s touch. Ryosuke opened his eyes again. A certain sparkle in his eyes told that he was nervous, but also thrilled, to meet this new house, this new life.
   His parents had already reached the gate, two big brown doors, which were placed right in between a thick wall. The wall started at the left and right of the gate, arising out of the ground like a plant and meeting itself just above the gate, where it reached so high Ryosuke had to step back a few paces to see the top. It was build with beige colored stones. Ryosuke put his hand on one of them. Its texture was groovy and it gave a teasing feeling to his hand. He absentmindedly traced his fingers across a spot that had darkened by age and filth. Really, he had no idea why his parents choose this big, castle-like house; it was so unlike their previous house.

   The gate screeched open and they walked in. The overwhelming sight of the brown colors of wood woke a warm feeling in his heart; together with the dark red colors, they made the most comfortable and warm picture. Ryosuke just couldn’t help but gawk. This house, even the main hall was astonishingly beautiful.

This story is in progress! ^^