The Phantom Toll-Bell
A bell tolls in the distance just as I'm about to sip essence of immortality from a diamond-encrusted gold goblet. The sudden overbearing sound of the bell startles me, causing me to drop my goblet. Drat! Oh well.
My white horse grazes nearby, underneath the purple and pink ribbons of sky. A gentle breeze blows the remaining evening - or morning - clouds away.
I pick up my goblet, now empty and walk away from the large tree house that had been giving me shelter. After effortlessly climbing up onto the back of my beautiful white mare, I tuck the goblet into my sack and the bell tolls again. This time the sound is loude