Gold-Red Autumn of Isodoro

Gold-Red Autumn of Isodoro

A Chapter by Kuandio

* This was a very short dream that took place in the world my current wip takes place in  - Isodoro - a vast peninsula, with an archipelago of islands, that mirrors ancient feudal Japan.

 

 

Gold-Red Autumn of Isodoro

 

                There was a path through the forests. The sky was blue, the day was young. Everywhere throughout the trees there were so many red-gold and yellow leaves, and blanketing the ground as well, making one's steps soft. The path eventually led beside a river, and then to a bridge painted a vivid red-vermilion. The bridge arched over the waters and to a small village. The town was surrounded by the autumnal forests as well, and felt rather faraway from any castles or towns. The people who dwelled there were simple, country folk. There was an inn, and a few other establishments besides their light pine and maple-wood houses.

                A man came down the path that led to the bridge and to the town. He was between young and middle-aged, and he wore a red kimono with white designs, a black eboshi cap. A journey from somewhere else, perhaps rather faraway, had brought him here. He entered the town, and spoke to some folk about matters, but I was not close enough to hear. At the inn was an older woman who served him tea. They conversed about an issue of certain importance, about a mysterious and ancient power.

                Afterwards the man walked alongside the river. He opened a black fan in his hand with white designs, and commenced a slow dance, arms outspread; his movements and expressions markedly serene, with a hint of a smile. By and by the dance stirred the breeze. I realized he was a sorcerer of some kind, though benevolent, and that the magic he knew was connected to the forests, and something more, an unfathomable spirit. As his dance took him to the vermillion bridge, his steps became so light he was almost floating.

                He flourished the fan of asudden, and the wind swirled with greater gusts, stirring the maple leaves, lifting them to fly with the currents, like so many small birds come to life. What was this powerful connection this man and his magic had to the autumn, the forests, and this spirit of nature? I wanted to know.

               

* That is all I dreamt. Perhaps I will integrate this idea into a future Sakura no Yugen book, if I ever write one



© 2017 Kuandio


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Hi, Kuandio!
I enjoyed your short story, it has a real dream-like quality to it and your descriptions are vivid, yet concise. You've built an interesting world here, and I'm intrigued by this sorcerer. If you do write another book, you should definitely include him.

If you get time, I'd love it if you gave some of my stories a read. Judging from your writing, I think you would really enjoy them!

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Kuandio

4 Years Ago

Hi, and thank u Gavin. I'm pretty busy unfortunately, but I will try to check out your writing. Do u.. read more



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Hi, Kuandio!
I enjoyed your short story, it has a real dream-like quality to it and your descriptions are vivid, yet concise. You've built an interesting world here, and I'm intrigued by this sorcerer. If you do write another book, you should definitely include him.

If you get time, I'd love it if you gave some of my stories a read. Judging from your writing, I think you would really enjoy them!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kuandio

4 Years Ago

Hi, and thank u Gavin. I'm pretty busy unfortunately, but I will try to check out your writing. Do u.. read more

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