Nomi Nivag and the Kingdom of Poopoola
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guitar.
“Whoa!” she said.
“Good evening Miss Nivag,” said the form.
Nomi stood there, looking at some sort of classical guitar that had arms and legs and a face on top of the neck. It wore a classic bow tie and had a gentle smile for the young miss.
“I am Floyd the door keeper. Welcome to the land of Zarara,” he continued.
“Zarara?” asked Nomi puzzled.
“Yes. This is the realm of Lord Zarara where strange things happen all the time” responded Floyd.
“What am I doing here?” she asked.
“You were summoned by Lord Zarara to tend to some matters that only you can resolve,” said Floyd.
“For your services you will be rewarded handsomely,” continued, Floyd.
“Really?” asked Nomi.
“Yes, please step this way,” said Floyd.
They both proceeded to engage a huge white corridor. The ceiling was unbelievably high and there were some magnificent chandeliers in the form of flowers hanging from the ceiling. There were humming birds flocking all around those chandeliers going for these weird flowers. The walls of the corridor had windows that you could look outside of, but the scenery was just changing every 10 seconds under Nomi eyes. She looked at this in disbelief.
One moment she saw a field in a particular window and then the next moment it all morphed into a jungle scene and then in a snow scene then something else.
“My, this is really strange,” she said.
“Yes, such is the realm of Zarara, always in motion, always changing. You are seeing views of the two hundred fifty different realms of the Zarara universe,” replied Floyd.
They walked for several minutes finally reaching a wall in front of them. There were looking at several different doors.
“Today, you have to enter this door Nomi. There is a situation you have to tend to and Lord Zarara needs your help. Only you can go in as Lord Zarara cannot interfere in the affairs of his kingdoms or otherwise he would distort their reality and destroy them,” said Floyd.
Nomi looked at Floyd, not really knowing what to do. She was getting into a situation that she knew nothing about, but it was so inviting. After a few moments, she reached for the door and opened it. Again as before the door led to complete darkness.
“Don’t be afraid,” said Floyd, who was behind her looking at her step forward.
“Just walk straight in front of you and you will reach the kingdom of Poopoola in no time. There is a King and millions of his subjects there that needs your help. You must go help them,” said Floyd.
“Oh, I was forgetting, before you go and to assist you in your decisions on this first adventure we will give you Mister Chiffon,”
Floyd reached for a box on a table close by and opened it. Inside was a small metal turtle. He was fairly tiny, a few inches large and long. It was a funny-looking contraption. Floyd pushed a button on the shell of the turtle and put it on the right shoulder of Nomi.
“Mister Chiffon will be your council when you need help or advice. He is there to guide you and will be your confidant if need be,” said Floyd.
The turtle lay on Nomi’s shoulder for a few moments, silent, not moving. Then it started to come to life. Little jets of steams come out from various parts of his body. It started to move its neck and head, then it opened its eyes and turned towards Nomi.
“Amazing!” she said in surprise.
“Good day madam, my name is Mister Chiffon. I am here to help you out when required,” said the little automaton.
“Please to meet you,” said Nomi looking at the funny-looking robot.
“I guess we have to step forward,” she continued.
“That we do,” replied Mister Chiffon.