Post by sami on Aug 7, 2007 19:20:01 GMT -5
So way back in a time of great fortune and discovery was a wise young man. Oh how he would travel the vast lands of Australia bringing back all the things that he discovered to his town folk; watching as they lightened up with ideas and wishing to grow beyond their safehold. Over and over again he would leave the stone walls on the beach to set out on a new adventure without a reason to. Which was what was odd about it all; at the time people where afraid to leave even their homes...but not him. No, he was ready to soar above the clouds like a bird or even sail the seven seas. His name was Randel Mich Hawksfort.
But one day he set out to never return to that little town who huddled in their little useless forts in fear. He was out to find the place to start his own life, to make his own place where people didn't have to hide from everything that moved. So that's when he traveled for years until he found the Blue Mountains. Full and teaming with life and how the crests seemed to reach the sky was all he needed. This was the place that soon was the settlement named Hawksfort was built. Randel got men to come from all walks of life to lift up the city, to make it how it is today.
After R.M Hawksfort passed on the town had grew into a beautiful city, being the center point of the Blue Mountains. Two more towns where also there Blackheath and Katoomba. All of them where home to people from far and wide. Vast lands of country spaced out between some tinier settlements. This was his dream. No one lived in fear - everyone lived because they had a reason to. Because this place was like no other. Now in the year 2008 his great great great grandson, Timothy holds the key to the city, but he has seemed to vanish.
[align=center]
* * * * * * * *
` sweet winter hello.[/font]
[/align]
[/ul]