Grand Larseny

Long and dusty was the trail. The sun whipped the air to torture my face. Straining just to put one foot in front of the other, only to notice the net effect is loss. Utter frustration, but it doesn’t have to be this way.

I am Aeada and I come from the heart of the land. Not just a metaphorical place, Xinju is a land of birth and life. My home is the cradle of life for this planet. Earth may not know us, but we know you. We are you.

I have been given the task to go out and bring people to Xinju, but the problem is no one really knows about it any more. I might as well tell them to go to the gardens on Venus for all they care. Xinju is the legend your heart knows of, but you just can’t get yourself to believe. It can be compared on many levels to the garden of Eden.

The Garden was a place that God created to be a perfect environment. Xinju is the place that you dream of when you fly. It’s the land that is stark green and blue. God did, in fact, put pictures in your mind, impression of this place, to help you remember what He did. No one these days seems to remember that man was meant to enjoy his environment. He was meant to get his hands in the dirt, feel around him, and know God through what God created. In stead, the closest man can seem to come is to put what God created in place of God.

The people of Xinju always begin life close to God. We learn, understand, and befriend our omnipotent creator, but we all know that our place is not in Xinju. Our place is outside, helping God’s creation know Him, as tough as that is.

This is the introduction to a new series I hope to finish up. Although fiction is not the ultimate goal of mine, I hope it is a good way to get my feet wet in this whole writing hustle. Look for new chapters every day.

If you really want to help me, I will consider this an exersice mainly in staying the course. To be quite honest, I don’t have the whole of the plot set up yet, but I do know that the most important part will be to follow it.

Yikes.

Please disregard that obvious lack of logic and just do the following: If you ever see a glaring lack of coherance or ever see me show distain for any other part of my work, please let me know. If you have any major stylistic critiques, please let me know. This is probably gonna hurt to read, but I’ll try and make it fun at least.

And, last of all, thanks to those who chose to continue.