The Trees of Four Layers

He lay there, looking up at the sky. He looked and gazed all around him. It was a typical day for him, nothing more nothing less. He turned over on that grassy field he always went to after his work was done on his afternoons. He picked a small spring time daffodil that he saw. He said to himself that he would bring this back to his house and put it in a vase to make the place prettier. The truth is what he called a house was actually a small lean too made out of leaves and branches he found on the floor of the forest around him. It was a good enough shelter he put together. It was perfect for the climate. It was never cold where he was so he never made a fire. There was no need to luckily for he did not know how to start one if he needed one. As the wind blows form the same direction it always did from the south and north at similar strengths he got up. He casually strolled to his hut and walked inside. He put his flower in a ceramic vase and went back outside and sat leaning next to his favorite tree. As the winds blew leaves fell form it in all colors from bright crimson to deep yellow. As one fell onto his lap he looked up to the bright green buds of new leaves clearly showing and ready to put new leaves out. Some were just starting to turn to yellows and reds, wale others were a vibrate green of that you would expect from a tree in midsummer. Some branches were bare and snow covered. This tree was his favorite because it was the largest of all the ones around his little clearing. The others were all like it, but just smaller. As soon as he pushed the leaf off his lap it started to rain. It poured and pored. Lighting was heard so he ran into his lean too. Ever sense he was a child in the big city he was afraid of thunder. He ran away in a thunderstorm form his privileged life. In reality he was a duke and now was the only one who would be able to inherit the thrown due to the assassinations. He knew nothing of the frantic hunt for him. He vanished on the night that it occurred. People speculated he was the one that did it or that he was kidnapped and taken with the assassin. Nobody could find him. He was alone. No family, no friends, nothing to hanging onto in his life yet he stayed happy in his own clearing of weird weather. The pouring rain soaked the ground, and never made it muddy. When it did rain there were no clouds just the pure blue sky you would expect to see on a hot summer day. Tree tops were covered in snow. As they progressed downward there were the sessions in layers. He once tried to clime the trees. It was an interesting experience for each layer was its on weather. Clime up to the top it was snowing cold and you shivered. Down a level was pleasant, on the branches were new buds and so on. He was perplexed the first time he came into this clearing through the black marble arch. He tried to run back through when he saw this but he couldn't, he was trapped. When he came through the arch, the arch broke and the black marble leaked. All the colors leaked into the ground and into his hands, which is now in a small jar he found. The arch was now glass and cracked. Unable to work anymore the boy found he did not need anything. He was never hungry, never thirsty, never in need to go to the bathroom. The only thing that was not good about the place he stumbled upon was the constant voices. These voices were loud and over powering. Sometimes it was female and most of the time male. The only way to get rid of them was to stay in the clearing, there no voices came. Ever sense he discovered this he never ventured out into the surrounding forest. Today that changed, he was bored. As he climbed the surrounding hills the voices became louder. These voices never made any since they did not speak his native tong of Dikene but some other ancient langue with a heavy accent on the "N" and "Z" sounds. He walked and kept walking towards the voices. As he looked up the layers on the trees got smaller and smaller so did the size trees. As he wadded across a small brook the trees were only an inch taller than him. He kept walking then hit something invisible. It was a dome that was the height of the trees he realized. He waited there thinking of what to do next. He then saw a group of trees that were a mile down. These trees were huge where there should be only short trees. He headed towards the trees. When he got there it was starting to turn into the dusk, which was night. As he walked next to the dome he realized that there was the edge of the dome then, beyond that 3 feet further was a huge cliff going down all around that was black. As he walked he saw a strange rock formation. It was piled as high as the dome as if it supported it, but it looked as if there was a space between the dome and the rock so that could not be. Finally he got to the place with the trees. These trees were huge even larger than his favorite tree. He walked towards where the dome would be. No done was there protecting the edge of the cliff. He stood out on the edge and looked down. What he saw scared him. He jumped back. He saw a huge court below him. It was filled with giants of sparkling colors. He saw white marble, bronze, and gold all over. It was very clear that he was not supposed to see this. The giants were standing over a large pond in the center looking in. Curious he wanted to find a way down into the court its self. He felt it would be safe enough, for almost everything down there would be a hiding place. He looked for a way to get down. After an hour or so he gave up. He was extremely tiered so he leaned up to the 4 layer trees and fell asleep.