Pozor, přátelé, tahle slohovka je dokonce nová :D! Je psaná podle obrázku, který vidíte níže a ze stránky, odkud pochází, budu pravděpodobně čerpat častěji. Hrozně se mi ty obrázky líbí, ale tenhle konrétně se mi líbil nejvíc z těch, co byly na výběr. Přemýšlím, že jednou udělám i český překlad, protože se mi fakt líbí.
Ever since North was younger, he’d wondered when it would come. He was terrified of the day, but he was just as curious to see what it would look like. He would look out of his window every morning, just to make sure he didn’t sleep through the tragedy. But the giant rock-sphere-thing was right where he saw it before he went to bed. Looming menacingly above the Rivermouth Valley. It hadn’t moved an inch. It never did.
As a kid, he was obsessed with it. He wanted to know more and more, to one day climb the valley’s wall and see what was holding the ominous giant in its place. If there was anything like that at all, that is.
He’d asked his parents, only to get shrugs and an occasional “I don’t know”. He’d asked his teachers only to get brushed off with busy excuses. He’d asked the towns oldest elders, only to see them as clueless as he himself was. According to them, the ginormous rock had been there since before they were born.
On his hunt for clues at the very edge of his hometown, he met an ally. A friend, who’s questions were the same as his. A fellow adventurer, who wanted to uncover that strange mystery of Rivermouth. Most of the town knew him as “the boy from the antique shop”. But North knew him as Promise.
After a few years, their search had slowed down. Their interests had shifted. The stone giant became a symbol of the past. The fear of it rolling down and crushing everything in its way became just a fading memory. They found new ways to entertain themselves. Like reading their afternoons away in the Rivermouth library. Laughing over a cup of coffee in the local café. Kissing behind the old creaky shelves of the antique shop.
Being in love.
Until it all came to a stop.
North left the antique shop one night, assuring Promise he’d come meet him again, only to find it empty the next day. No one seemed to know, where the shopkeepers went. No one bothered to look for them either. Even with North’s frantic search and his pleas for assistance, no one seemed to be particularly bothered by their disappearance. No one seemed to care
North felt burning in his lungs. Every part of his body hurt. His mind too. Especially his mind. His hands shivered as he looked down into the grassy valley, where the town of Rivermouth used to be. Now all you could see there was a giant stone sphere and what remained of the buildings. North himself was surprised how little it took. That a mere push from an angry teenager was enough to get it moving.
A bitter taste enveloped his tongue. He turned to the horizon. He’d destroyed his home and fulfilled his childhood dream in the most horrible way. And yet he’d do it a thousand times over if it brought him Promise back.
But now there was nothing left to do. He needed to leave.
But all he could see ahead were just other towns with ginormous spheres as their guardians. Dozens of souls waiting to be betrayed by the people they grew up trusting. Dozens of angry minds waiting to be ignited. And all the menacing balls of stone just waiting for their imminent push…
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