In Dreams of Trees : The City Of Trees

Wordcount: 382
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Atlantis found something she couldn’t explain and now it’s up Peter Pan and Wendy to decide the fate of the world.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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The City Of Trees

They call it the City of Trees and it’s far, far older than our own. Their city has hundreds of thousands of doors while ours has only a few hundred. It seems like more, to those who live within her, but they can only see a small portion of her layout and they don’t realize how small she really is.

The City of Trees was made on an alternate earth, from the same early morning conversation and the same brilliantly mad spark of an idea.

Only in their universe someone figured out the flaw.

When the door opened to the City of Trees there was a sudden silence throughout sparkspace. Everyone shut down, to a point, flooded by the overwhelming flow of information from their City to ours. Atlantis was a child, a toddler, and she didn’t understand what she had found. Not at first.

So she shut the door only a few seconds after it was opened. Shut it and locked it and hid within her own computations as she tried to make her internal laws work. There’s a problem with strict logic, it doesn’t allow for things that break the rules.

Which is why the city has us, in the end. We’re her pressure valve, her way of dealing with things that can’t be understood.

So after a while she shunted the problem down to us. Fix it, she said. Make it make sense.

But we couldn’t.

So we’ve been waiting for her to open the door again, to let us find out what’s on the other side. Because we’re human, or what’s left of human and our curiosity has never died.

Which is why Peter Pan and Wendy are fighting.

Peter Pan wants to close the door, he wants to chase down the thing that he thinks is real instead. The end point that the City already knows is a false dream. There are no Neverlands to find, no perfect worlds that wait for us.

Wendy, on the other hand, wants to open the door. She wants the City to grow-up, rejoin the world that we left behind.

But the City lost her world and she’s not ready to give that up.

My name is Maddy and this isn’t my story, but I know how it’s going to end.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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