[Power Shot] Simon "White" Tails Training

The world is a gruesome place. People kill, people is killed and people witness other people being killed. Mercy and kindness is forgotten like an old photograph in an old album, people take it up and look at it and are reminded of it, but it is nothing more than a memory, a shadow of the past, something unattainable. The world has lost its hope.

But even in these dark times, there are heroes that fight for justice and for those that cannot fight themselves. Heroes with mighty powers and great influence, heroes that might not be sensational strong, but still make a change, and finally heroes that the world never hear of; the heroes that bring the light back to the world, heroes that are not heroes, but regular people like you and me. They have not power to change the world and not the power to save people in distress. They don’t fight in epic battles and they don’t negotiate peace between nations. They bring hope, faith and mercy back to this world. Most of those heroes do not even know that they are a hero. For them, it’s natural.

This is a story of such a hero, a hero that is destined to become the greatest of all heroes. The story of Simon “White” Tails, who is taking his first steps into destiny.

---=== The Dome in the forest ===---

Simon halted at the sight of the dome. He knew this forest, and he knew that there was no such thing in the middle of the woods before. Curious, he stretched his body and tried to smell what the thing was, but it smelled nothing. Shifting to a bluebird, he flew to a branch located above the dome and tilted his head as he watched the oval construction. It was white, silvery white, with four circular openings in each direction. The whole construction was not bigger than ten meters long and eight meters wide, and not higher than three meters at the center.

He dropped down from the branch and soared down to the ground in front of the dome and tripped curious from side to side. Never had Simon seen such a construction, and his curiosity got the better of him; he fluttered to one of the opening and changed back to a ferret as he landed. Nothing had happened, and Simon moved quickly up the side of the opening and positioned himself above the concave opening and peaked inside.

Nothing moved inside, and Simon dropped to the ground and moved in an irregular pattern or quick movements and quick stops to listen. Nothing had happened, and nothing seemed to happen as Simon made his way till the middle of the dome, smelling in the air for any threats every second or so.

The inside of the dome was just as silvery white as the outside, and a feint ambient glow seem to emit from thin air at the center of the dome, just making the inside visible enough for the dome to cast shadows on the surrounding ground, and to wipe out any distinct features in the dome.

In the middle of the dome, a circular grass patch was present, spotted with flowers on the grass, some stones and shrubs around the edges, and a small tree in the center. Beside the tree stood a wooden bench and in a circle around the patch three more benches enclosed the area.

Simon toddled towards the benches, and creped underneath one of the benches. It might be the magic in the dome, or it might only be that Simon was tired, but he felt peaceful, more than he had felt in the forest for a long while, and as he climbed the slightly raised grass path, he felt drowsy and relaxed, and rolled himself into a ball, and fell asleep by the side of the tree.

As the night passed, the tree’s slowly started to disappear, like a thick morning mist that engulfs everything that it passes over, and when Simon woke, all the trees were gone. He was still lying in the dome, but the dome was not in the forest anymore. It was on top of a grassy hill, with some paths going to and forth. And as he slowly crept forth from the dome, he turned into a bluebird and flew up high to see more of the magnificent city that unfolded at the bottom of the hill.

Bright white houses with lots of green trees in between, and a light yellow stone pavement made it a beautiful view to behold. And in the middle of the city, dominating the cityscape, around six hundred meters long and about four hundred meters wide, and at least one hundred meters high, a huge dome, much like the one Simon had slept in the night, protruded among the smaller houses.

Curious, Simon landed and shifted to a dog, running down the hill towards the new and exciting city, unaware that his life as he knows it is coming to a end.

Your writing style is interesting. Filled with details of the outside world, you seem a bit hesitant to display the inner thoughts and feelings of your character. Not that no dialog is a bad idea, but not having the thoughts, the senses of your character. You seem in tune with the surrounding area but not your character. Work with that.

Assignment Time!

Simon arrives at the Dome, true, but it's time to take a look at the surrounding area first. Prowl the warm streets as a dog and mingle with the people as you make your way towards the Dome. I would like to see some character interaction to verify your skills as far as dialog and development are. At the end of your walk, you will find yourself at the Dome's door, where a man is waiting for you.

End your post entering the Dome. 1,000 word minimum. Have at it.