Perla Vardo, The Forgotten Toy (Part 3)

Perla decided that simply loafing around wouldn't work, so he decided to strike out in a random direction, and hope that something good would happen. He wished that he could follow something obvious, like the lemon scented soap, but the trail had simply stopped at the foot of the slide. His meandering brought him to a happily painted tunnel: the right side of the tunnel was bright red, the left side a vibrant indigo, the floor a brilliant shade of jade, and the ceiling was purple. Not royal purple mind you, but the fluffy purple that looks like the colour a cloud would be in your dreams. And much to the relief of Perla, there was electric lights.

Every now and then, Perla would notice a clear glass cube fused into the wall so that the wall was still smooth. Looking through the clear cube, each time he would notice a bookshelf full of books. This was quite confusing to poor Perla, because he could see no way to go and read the books, even if one was on the other side of the wall.

After several long hours of walking, Perla finally reached the end of the hallway. There were three different doors. The one in the center had a symbol like a chicken's foot with a circle centered at the middle prong. The door on the left had the words “Cesium Gurnard “, and it did not have a symbol. The door on the right had no symbol or words, but it had an ominous feeling to it. Perla chose the door in the middle for absolutely no reason, except maybe that he seemed to be drawn to it by an unseen force...

Inside there room, there was nothing but a giant lever. Perla wasn't the most sensible toy in the world, but even he knew that the lever was bad news. Still, he couldn't help but pull it once, just to see what it did. The metal lever screeched in distress at it went down, followed by an awful rumbling. The stone in the room shook and shook, but eventually all was still. In the center of the room, right behind the lever, water that seemed to be suspended in the air seemed to go through a hole in the ceiling. The water, oddly enough, happened to be block shape, and there would be plenty of room for Perla to be completely surrounded by the liquid,

Perla had seen enough strange things in the last day to last him a lifetime, so he ran back to the door he had entered from. Locked. Gulping nervously (if that is even possible due to the fact that he doesn't have a throat), he stepped into the suspended water. For some reason or other, Perla began to rise. And rise he did, faster and faster, until he was almost as sick as he had been when he was on the slide, near the start of his adventure.

Then, pop! He was on the top of dry brown soil. He was back on the surface! But the surface that he had left was a different one than the one he saw right now. Red, hot flames seemed to engulf everything around him. Trees, houses, towns, cities, nations, continents, they were all doomed. He was safe where he was, but anyone seeing the horrific sight would think that it was the end of the world (which it so happened to be). Ragnarök was here. Despite his earlier fear of fire, a malevolent smile crept onto Perla's face. "Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, he though...".

The End

I'm actually pretty proud of this story, I think it is one of my better works. Just a little bit about the picture: I made it through Minecraft, but it was deceptively long to make, it took me well over a hour to get everything ready. Also, the colours aren't perfectly the same as what I described in the story, but that's okay :)