Relee the Squirrel's Domain

It Started With the Eyes

by Relee the Squirrel

It started with the eyes, hundreds of pairs of glossy white eyes flying in the clear blue sky. They flew by flapping their long eyelashes like wings. It seemed to defy sense, but I didn't have time to wait and ponder. They were on us in an instant, fluttering white eyes like a snowstorm surrounding me. I could hardly see anything in the flurry, and then I felt something slap wetly against my face. For a fraction of a second I couldn't see, then with a heavy blink my eyes were clear and the flock of flying eyes was gone. Gone, that is, save for the pair of glossy white saucer eyes that decorated the faces of myself and everyone else in the caravan. Long, curly black lashes fluttered with each blink of heavy, brightly-coloured eyelids.

We were traveling a long ways down the road that leads to all places, but this was the strangest thing we had yet seen. The girls that came with Madame Schezcha pointed at eachothers faces and laughed at how their eyes looked. Kurk, the strong-man, tried to rip the thing off his face; he only managed to tug it taught before it sprang back, slapping him in the face with his own new eyelids. I just heaved a heavy sigh, for the road had been hard on me and even this whimsical land demonstrated only danger to my jaded eyes.

My name is Nomad, and though we are all nomads who travel in this endless caravan, only I was given that name and that destiny on my birth. I was born with this caravan by a mother and father I did not know and they passed on soon after, leaving me with only the endless road as my parent. Do not mourn for me, for the road is a fine enough parent. It provides for me, teaches me, and gives me a reason to live. I lead this caravan of vagabonds and nomads cast out of their homes and into the cosmos. We travel ever onwards, to the ends of space and time and beyond, for we have no home to return to and nowhere but the future in which to dwell.

This world of bright colours and whimsical cheer held danger, I knew, but also sustenance. For though the road is my home all creatures must eat, and our caravan had traveled many days without oasis or town to gather supplies. I called out to the men to hoist the water barrels and follow me to the river. It had fresh blue water, bluer than any water ought to be but clean enough to drink.

Madame Schezcha drew aside the beaded curtain of her wagon and stepped out onto the rubbery turf that made up the ground of this world. Even her steely-eyed gaze had been replaced by the large, saucer-like eyes that had pasted themselves to everyone in our group. The two teenaged girls who acompanied her had taken to the side of the road and were picking the local flowers. The Madame marched across the field to where I was organizing the men and called out to me. She complained that we had stopped in such a strange place, and anounced that I had put the caravan in danger of the strange creatures that now replaced our eyes. I shook my head and told her that this was the way of the road, and reminded her that we needed to stop and replenish our supplies if we were to survive the coming travels. She grimaced and gave a loud 'harumph' before turning and storming over to her girls. I knew she understood and agreed with me, but her pride stopped her from aknowledging it.

All Content Copyright Arthur Payne, AKA Relee the Squirrel

Last Update: January 6, 2009