The people all gathered around their faces awe-stricken…at the sight that laid before their eyes. The magnificent utopia and Lord Swav was more stupendous than they could have ever imagined. The only way to get there was on the ship that flew that only there only once a year. Dangling almost on the edge Emilee excitedly studied the view before her. Dragons flew and castles were plenty. A tiny fairy landed on her hand and she gasped. She had never seen anything so beautiful as everything that was in front of her. The fairy bowed acknowledging Emilee presence and flew off. Lord Swav sat in his thrown in the tallest tower of the Castle. He had is own crew of Horn players that played loud and clear in respect of his royalty. He had the richest brown wavy hair and dark green eyes. Emilee could see her through her binoculars that she was holding up and looking through.
“Don’t be too fascinated” A man’s voice came behind her. “There are bad things too.”