While wandering and exploring the Fire Clan one day...
Crimson discovered that the forest began to grow a deeper emerald. The trees seemed more healthier, and the leaves glistened from the constant chemical processes of the wood life. A small trail presented itself, a dismal path with lush grass and a few patches of dirt guided the way. A steep hill was approaching, from a distance it was hard to tell but it seemed like steam was rising. Crimson moved cautiously...there was a cave, the mouth draped like a small curtain over a rise in the land. Two rocks covered in what seemed like ages of moss seemed to make a door way.
Crimson placed her palms upon the cold stone, entering...ever aware of her surroundings. She allowed her fingertips to trace the small dents within the stone, keeping some form of direction as she walked into the darkness. After walking a good distance she heard the sound of water. Quickening her pace she finally managed to reach the end of the cave. Her eyes burned slightly as the sun creeped through the branches of the trees. Bringing her hand up to shield her vision she discovered she was standing upon a wooden bridge. She sniffed the air...there was no trance of any human or nonhuman life. This coaxed her into exploring further.
The wooden bridge had support beams that entered a quick current river. Steam was rising from the water as it fumbled over the rocks, creating white caps. She followed the river until she realized the noise she had heard was a water fall. The river split into three various directions, thinning the flow substantially. The waterfall landed upon a stone covered in algae and other sorts of marine life, then dove into a small hot spring at the bottom. It was breath taking.
Crimson continued onward, following another of the three separate water masses. She stumbled upon a wooden shack...she opened the door, it creaked from the unexpected touch of human flesh. It was obvious that whoever had made this had long gone. She left the shack to find her breath yet again stolen from her very lips. A series of steeps lead upward into a hot spring. Smooth rocks that seemed to naturally form seats were scattered about within the water and a tiny water fountain still spouted a gentle stream of spray into the air. She couldn't help but wonder what else this place had in store for her.
Continuing her fascinating journey, the third stream of water entered into a separate wooden shack which opened up the third hot spring. This spring had three layers to it, one higher than the next, the shack opening at the tallest one. At the very bottom was an old wooden rope that netted together, she soon realized why. The spring over looked a gigantic valley. Trees growing to unheard heights and forming a picture perfect canopy. Mountains with snowy white peeks towered in the distance, might and proud, but from here it seemed like she could crush them with her index finger and her thumb. Clouds touched the tips of the mountains and the sun began to set. She watched as the sky turned a dark black, starts twinkling in the background, enhancing the still beautiful scene before her. Something caught her eye...there were plants that resembled mushrooms. One of them had begun to glow a brilliant gold...as if that was a signal the other mushrooms burst into life. Gold radiated from underneath the water and the ceiling, along the edges of the spring upon the stone.
Finally, ending her adventures and halting the surprises the new environment held...was an old worn down bar. All the furniture and decorations still in place, waiting to be used. A few chairs were turned over and the door to the storage room was ajar but other than that...everything was untouched. It was an eerie feeling that sent a human chill up the back of Crimson. Dust and cobwebs made the bar seem decrepit and from a much earlier time period. It would have killed her on the inside to leave this wondrous place in such condition.
After several weeks of fixing and cleaning the bar up, it was good as new. Crimson had decided to reveal the location of the hidden hot springs to her Clan members and welcome them to another addition to their already wondrous home. She hoped they enjoyed it and treated it with the same respect she so eagerly awarded it.
My Fire Clan Members...I welcome you to the Hidden Hot Springs! Come and enjoy yourself, cast those blues away, kick up a chair in the bar, and most of all just relax.
Crimson discovered that the forest began to grow a deeper emerald. The trees seemed more healthier, and the leaves glistened from the constant chemical processes of the wood life. A small trail presented itself, a dismal path with lush grass and a few patches of dirt guided the way. A steep hill was approaching, from a distance it was hard to tell but it seemed like steam was rising. Crimson moved cautiously...there was a cave, the mouth draped like a small curtain over a rise in the land. Two rocks covered in what seemed like ages of moss seemed to make a door way.
Crimson placed her palms upon the cold stone, entering...ever aware of her surroundings. She allowed her fingertips to trace the small dents within the stone, keeping some form of direction as she walked into the darkness. After walking a good distance she heard the sound of water. Quickening her pace she finally managed to reach the end of the cave. Her eyes burned slightly as the sun creeped through the branches of the trees. Bringing her hand up to shield her vision she discovered she was standing upon a wooden bridge. She sniffed the air...there was no trance of any human or nonhuman life. This coaxed her into exploring further.
The wooden bridge had support beams that entered a quick current river. Steam was rising from the water as it fumbled over the rocks, creating white caps. She followed the river until she realized the noise she had heard was a water fall. The river split into three various directions, thinning the flow substantially. The waterfall landed upon a stone covered in algae and other sorts of marine life, then dove into a small hot spring at the bottom. It was breath taking.
Crimson continued onward, following another of the three separate water masses. She stumbled upon a wooden shack...she opened the door, it creaked from the unexpected touch of human flesh. It was obvious that whoever had made this had long gone. She left the shack to find her breath yet again stolen from her very lips. A series of steeps lead upward into a hot spring. Smooth rocks that seemed to naturally form seats were scattered about within the water and a tiny water fountain still spouted a gentle stream of spray into the air. She couldn't help but wonder what else this place had in store for her.
Continuing her fascinating journey, the third stream of water entered into a separate wooden shack which opened up the third hot spring. This spring had three layers to it, one higher than the next, the shack opening at the tallest one. At the very bottom was an old wooden rope that netted together, she soon realized why. The spring over looked a gigantic valley. Trees growing to unheard heights and forming a picture perfect canopy. Mountains with snowy white peeks towered in the distance, might and proud, but from here it seemed like she could crush them with her index finger and her thumb. Clouds touched the tips of the mountains and the sun began to set. She watched as the sky turned a dark black, starts twinkling in the background, enhancing the still beautiful scene before her. Something caught her eye...there were plants that resembled mushrooms. One of them had begun to glow a brilliant gold...as if that was a signal the other mushrooms burst into life. Gold radiated from underneath the water and the ceiling, along the edges of the spring upon the stone.
Finally, ending her adventures and halting the surprises the new environment held...was an old worn down bar. All the furniture and decorations still in place, waiting to be used. A few chairs were turned over and the door to the storage room was ajar but other than that...everything was untouched. It was an eerie feeling that sent a human chill up the back of Crimson. Dust and cobwebs made the bar seem decrepit and from a much earlier time period. It would have killed her on the inside to leave this wondrous place in such condition.
After several weeks of fixing and cleaning the bar up, it was good as new. Crimson had decided to reveal the location of the hidden hot springs to her Clan members and welcome them to another addition to their already wondrous home. She hoped they enjoyed it and treated it with the same respect she so eagerly awarded it.
My Fire Clan Members...I welcome you to the Hidden Hot Springs! Come and enjoy yourself, cast those blues away, kick up a chair in the bar, and most of all just relax.
