Journey of Fairy Tales

La Spira was ready to take the flight to Namerus, where the wall was thickening its defense of darkest emotions. No longer than an eyelash and sooner than a blink they were off at super-speed towards Constellation Linkalee. Shielded by the crystal bubble that enveloped the ship; Isla looked out into the deep space that lay before them. The Linkalee alignment was already beginning. "There is the wall Kingston, as dense as any beach with millions of grains of sand," Isla said. Kingston took in a breath and exhaled it slowly, preparing for what might become. Isla brushed her hair out of her eyes and swept it into a mound on top of her head fastening it with the tincture stick pendant Elisa had given her in Lootoop so it would be easy to get to if she needed it. The ship reeled deftly ascending into the Milka Galaxy, surging forward in its path around stars and astutely deflecting surrounding fragments of displaced thought forms like dense meteors still seeking a gravitational attraction like them. "Get the book out, and speak from it as I steer," Kingston spoke in a clear voice, focusing on the tattoo on his arm, committing it to memory with his mind in a snapshot. He shut his eyes, to make sure that he could see it fully before him in his mind's eye so that he would be able to navigate even in complete darkness. As Isla spoke the tattoo became animated and illuminated, moving with each word. She began reading, slowly, in a voice that sounded like a stream flowing steadily behind them in a loud and clear voice. "One view from above and below is the entrance; see the wall from up and down both ways to be able to pinpoint the opening. How can this be, it's all rushing by in the same flow as a dust storm?" She closed her eyes as the wall approached ever closer to swallow them in its constant current of hurling negative thought-forms amassing it into one sullen consciousness. "Above and below," Kingston repeated. "Light and dark, joy and sorrow, love and hate, what understands them all? What is strong enough to feel them simultaneously and not go under its force? He closed his eyes for a moment as well, trying to find the center of the wall with his inner vision, deftly sensing the vibrations and sorting through them as they entered its field. Isla laid her hand on his back, tuning into the rhythm of his sight, believing and knowing that a feeling would reveal a way in. But what felt right? Was it their love for their parents, their desire to find the Leaves, returning them to Emeria, or was it surrendering to the path of least resistance? Kingston was slowly becoming engulfed in the sad memory of seeing his parents captured by the Harmies of Namerus. The wall became thicker in the convoluted vibrational search. The Romulator began to whir and hum, pulsating with light and sound as they struggled for the right blend of intentions to dissolve the wall. "It is our feelings that are aligning. Above and below, we are below; caught up in the loss, let us expect to be successful. Let us feel the joy of seeing them again, the peace of home, the abundant love that is always with us," Isla said taking hold of Kingston's hand. He let go of the steering wheel as they stood together, remembering their happiest moments in Emeria.