I feel so full after eating so much fruit and they tasted so good. Megan seems so full too. So do Grizzlyon and Tigeron. Grizzlyon lets out a little burp. I how ever do not let out any burps. I pick up the cup of water and drink it. It doesn’t taste like tap water at home. I frown and slowly put down the cup. Just the thought of home makes me think of my dad. But I do not want to let Megan worry about me. So I decided to just talk about the feast we just had.

“That was delicious,” I say.

Megan wipes her lips with her white handkerchief.

“Yeah, it was. Better than pizza I’ll say,” says Megan.

I nod and agree with Megan. I notice Feeon walking out of his bedroom towards the exit doors.

“Where are you going Feeon?” I ask.

Feeon opens the doors and turns his head to me.

“I’m just getting my clothes,” answers Feeon.

I nod and wait for Feeon to leave the throne room, where we just had the feast. Feeon closes the doors behind him. I get off of my pillow and walk towards the exit doors. I turn to Megan.

“Megan,” I whisper.

Megan does not hear my whisper. She is too busy talking to Grizzlyon and Tigeron. They all laugh and seem like they are enjoying each other’s company. I sigh and forget about taking Megan. I walk out of the throne room.

I close the doors behind me. I walk down the stairs of the tower. I try to be silent as I follow the blue king werewolf. Feeon the blue werewolf walks down the stairs of the tower holding a fire club in his right hand. Feeon opens the exit tower doors. He walks out of the tower and towards a laundry line. I walked out of the tower, still following Feeon. I hide behind a grey stone pillar. Feeon is taking his robe and towel loincloth off on the laundry string. His clothes look a bit wet. So he shakes and squeezes as the water pours out of them. He puts his robe and towel loin cloth on and walks away from the laundry line.

“Where is he going?” I ask myself.

Feeon walks down a stone path that leads away from the Kingdom. The stone path leads to a stone round hut, with a chimney that has grey smoke coming out of it. There is no door, only a small arch for an entrance. I silently follow Feeon to the stone hut. I hide behind a rock and peek to spy on Feeon.

Feeon walks into the triangle hut. I tiptoe to the hut and put my ear on a wall to eves-drop. It sounds like Feeon’s talking to another Humanimal. Or at least I think it’s another Humanimal since there are no humans in this Kingdom. The other voice sounds old and frog-like. It sounds like whenever the voice speaks, it hurts its throat.

“That’s your answer old one?” asks Feeon.

“I’m afraid so,” answers the other voice.

“Thank you old one. You have been very helpful,” says Feeon.

I hear Feeon walking towards the exit arch. I hide behind the stone hut. Feeon walks out of the stone hut. He stops and sniffs the air as if to sense if anyone is following him. I hold my breath. Feeon sniffs around the stone hut, but I move very quietly as I avoid Feeon’s sniffing. Feeon shakes his head and walks away. I watch as Feeon walks towards the tower. As Feeon walks away I enter the stone hut. There seems to be nobody home. Just lots of old-looking books and bottles of colorful liquid. All of the colorful bottles are on a wooden table. There are also two wooden chairs in the stone hut and two windows with candles on the window sill. I walk to the exit arch.

“Boy,” a voice calls in the hut.

I turn to see who called me and don’t see anyone. I turn to the exit arch.

“Over here,” the same voice calls again.

I turn around to see who was calling me. Still, I don’t see anybody.

“I’m just leaving, I won’t bother you,” I say.

“If you came here for a reason then you’re not bothering me at all,” the voice responds.

“Who’s there?” I ask.

I turn to the left and I turn to the right. Still, there is nobody in the hut. I turn to the right again. A light blue human Baboon appears as I turn to the left. He has big white mane like a lion. He is wearing a long brown robe and a dark brown loincloth. His beak looks more like a blue Baboon’s beak. His legs are hind like other Humanumals. He is showing his white chest and abs. He looks kinda old, but still very strong.

“Wow,” I whisper.

The human Baboon hunches and walks to a wooden shelf. He grabs a book and walks away from it.

“Are you surprised?” the human Baboon asks me.

I stare at him and do a crooked smile.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…” I stop.

“Just what?” asks the human Baboon.

“It’s just that I have seen Humanimals with less clothing on them. I thought that was their way of life. And I didn’t expect you would be…um, old and, well, colorful,” I say nervously.

The human Baboon turns to his brown wooden table that has lots of colorful bottles on it. He stares at all of them.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m searching,” the human Baboon answers.

I walk to the table to see what he is looking for. I look over his shoulder. I don’t understand why Feeon had to come in here and see this old Humanimal. I tap on his right shoulder to get the human Baboon’s attention, he turns to me.

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“What is your name?” I ask.

The human Baboon sits down on his wooden chair and puts his talons together.

“I am known by many names. Emperor, the old one, the prophet, the old bird,” he says.

The human Baboon snaps his fingers and a light on a candle lights itself. I gasp as I see the candle lit. I point my finger at the candle. “How did you do that?” I ask.

The human Baboon points his right trigger finger up. “Please, one question at a time,” he says politely.

I take a deep breath and sit down on the other wooden chair. “Ok. Who are you?” I ask.

“I am a Humanimal,” answers the human Baboon.

I chuckle a little. “I mean what is your name?” I ask.

The human Baboon places both hands on his chest. “My name is Veeule,” he answers.

I point at the candle stick by Veeule. “And how did you do that? You know, light the candle after you’ve snapped your fingers?” I ask.

Veeule turns to the candle with a smile. He puts his right trigger finger in the air.

“I snap my fingers,” answers Veeule.

Veeule snaps his fingers again to put out the candlelight. I am shocked. I shake my head and sigh.

“That’s impossible to light a candle by itself,” I say.

I stand up and rub my head. Veeule folds his arms.

“Why do you not believe in the impossible?” he asks me.

“I don’t know. I mean everything happens for a reason. I mean no one can light a candle by itself. You’ll have to be a…a…” I snap my fingers. “What is the word?” I ask.

I hit my head in frustration.

Veeule chuckles a little. “Take your time boy,” he says.

Then I think of the word. “A sorcerer, are you a sorcerer?” I ask.

Veeule gets off of his chair and walks towards the potions table to search for them.

“Yes. I am a sorcerer and an old powerful one,” answers Veeule.

His words make my stomach twist. “How powerful are you?” I ask, even though I doubt him.

Veeule turns to me with a sad look on his face. “Why do you ask when you doubt?” he asks.

I feel speechless after he asks me that question. It’s like he can hear my thoughts.

“I can read your mind,” says Veeule.

“Would you just stop that?!” I shout.

“Stop what?” asks Veeule.

“Stop reading my thoughts!” I shout.

“I’m not reading your thoughts right now boy. I was before, but not now,” answers Veeule.

If it’s not Veeule that I hear in my head, then who else can it be? I can hear many voices in my head. I hear callings, confessions, and shouting. I place my hands on my head with frustration. I can still hear the many voices in my head.

“Why did you do that?” a voice shouts.

“You are very talented,” says another voice.

I kneel on the ground and start to pant in anger. It feels like a thousand hammers banging on my head and it hurts.

“Stop it!” I shout.

“How did you do that?” asks another voice.

“Get off me!” shouts another one.

“Prepare to die!” shouts another.

I kneel and lower my back. I keep my hands on my head and shut my eyes tight. There are so many voices in my head. I cannot even understand what all the voices are saying. I can’t take it anymore and I panic and scream.

“I just want to go home!” the last voice cries.

The last voice sounds very familiar. It sounds like my voice is only in anger. Then everything goes silent. The voices in my head are now gone, I hope. I slowly move my hands off of my head and raise them back up. My breathing feels heavy and my heart feels like a normal beat. Veeule walks to me and places his right hand on my right shoulder.

“Tell me that you are well?” asks Veeule.

I still have my eyes shut and I pant very hard.

“That was terrible. I hope that will never happen again. But other than that, I’m all right. I’m ok,” I answer.

I close my eyes even tighter and move my right hand onto my head.

“On second thought, I think I have a terrible headache,” I say.

“Come, sit down,” says Veeule.

I slowly stand up and walk to the second wooden chair. I sit down on it. Veeule sits in front of me on his wooden chair.

My panting slowly stops. “What was that? What did you do?” I ask.

Veeule raises his shoulders. “I have done nothing. It wasn’t me who was speaking in your head. It was the many voices of what will come to pass,” answers Veeule.

The same nervous feeling comes over me. “What do you mean to come to pass?” I ask.

“I mean you heard the many voices of many creatures that you will meet and help,” answers Veeule.

I shake my head and feel the stress coming. “But how can I help them and what do they want? I didn’t even understand all of them because there were so many voices in my head. How did I even hear so many voices?” I ask.

“Whenever I read someone’s mind, I can read the truth from them. And the truth is always the right answer. But the voices you and I heard are many voices of truth. If they are calling you, then they might be the voices that need your help,” answers Veeule.

“You…” I pause. “You could hear them too? You didn’t even answer my question yet. How did so many voices get into my head?” I ask.

“Someone else might have the same power as mine. I don’t know who or what,” answers Veeule.

“But who would put so many voices in my head of things to come?” I ask.

Veeule does not answer me. He gets off his wooden chair and walks to the table that has many potions on it. He picks one up and turns to me. I see the potion that he is holding. The potion is green and small. It looks like the potion that I threw at my closet door.

“Is that m-mine?” I ask.

“Is it?” asks Veeule.

I stand up and walk to Veeule. I reach my left hand out for the potion.

“I think that it is mine,” I answer.

The green bottle has green jewelry on it and a glass lid on top of it. It is round and shiny. It looks like the same potion that I shattered in my room.

“It belongs to me,” I whisper.

Veeule points at the green potion. “I’m sure it does,” says Veeule.

I reach for the green potion, but I dare not take it. It can’t be the same potion that I shattered.

“But I threw it at my closet door in my room and it shattered into many pieces. And I think the liquid made my closet door an entrance into this new world,” I say.

I curiously look up at Veeule. “Did you remake it?” I ask him.

“I didn’t do it,” answers Veeule.

“Then who did?” I ask.

“I don’t know. All I know is that it came to me and I was supposed to wait for the right person to take it. And if what you say is true then it belongs to you,” answers Veeule.

Veeule drops the potion and I quickly grasp it. Veeule turns away from me and opens up a drawer that is on the desk. He pulls out a brown leather book. The book looks thick with many pages in it. The pages and the leather look very old with a few small cracks on the leather cover. The book has writing on the front. It is a black Algerian. Veeule hands me the book and I grab it. It feels kind of heavy.

“What is this?” I ask.

“Can’t you read?” Veeule asks.

I feel stupid asking what it is. I look down at the book.

“It says The Adventure Door Book. What the heck is The Adventure Door Book?” I ask.

Veeule walks to the book and places his right hand on it.

“Let’s just say that it is a tour book for a tourist such as you,” answers Veeule.

“What’s in it?” I ask.

“It contains everything that you need to know about this world,” says Veeule.

Veeule removes his right hand from the book. I flip the book to see the backside of it. On the back of the book, it shows an orange and yellow chubby Dragon. The picture of the chubby orange Dragon smiles as it stares at me. I look at a hole in the binding of the book. It looks like a keyhole.

“Who’s this chubby Dragon and why is he on the back cover?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” answers Veeule.

“Does Feeon know?” I ask.

“He doesn’t know about this book. It’s supposed to belong to a human boy,” answers Veeule.

“Are there other humans here, in this world?” I ask.

“I think so,” answers Veeule.

I walk out of the exit arch and turn back to Veeule. “Well, how will I find this human boy?” I ask.

Veeule looks at me with a proud smile.

“Look at your reflection in the water by Ivreall falls. And you will find the owner of that book,” answers Veeule.

I feel confused by what Veeule said. I am not very good with riddles.

“And one more thing,” says Veeule.

I turn to Veeule.

“Don’t give it into the wrong hands,” warns Veeule.

I nod and walk away from Veeule’s hut. I look around to see if anyone in the village is near Feeon’s tower. There is nobody around. I stare at the book and think for a moment. I am thinking about what Veeule meant by looking at my reflection in the waterfall to find the owner of the book.

I shake my head, run to Feeon’s tower and enter it.