Once upon a time in a land far away from here, there were two adventurers heading out into some sort of adventure where there would be drama, action, grandiose landscapes and a field of view so wide that not even a sphere could counteract its magnificent, pulsing effects.

There was treasure and danger to find and these two unlikely heroes were on their way to seek this out, for it was what they wanted and in their hearts desired, but at the same time they would have settled for anything so long as it was an adventure that was one that they would carry with them for the rest of their lives.

They crossed ravines and walked over many rolling hills, looking for a better tomorrow on the foothold of today.

There were times when rain would pour from he sky, threatening to engulf all that there was and all that there ever would be and the duo would seem as though all hope had been lost, for there was no way out or under or above to escape the viscous rain that would whip at the ground and stamp at their feet. However, as always they found a way out, usually through persistence and patience.

At times a horse went missing which would leave them spending days trying to locate it, only for it to have returned under its own willpower, leaving the two adventurers feeling a little miffed, yet happy that they still had more than one horse.

On this particular day, their most adventurous adventure was going to begin.

There would be danger. There would be lots of danger. There would be snakes and demonic turtles and banana-toting bovines and a singular figure that would change the fate of the journey that the two were going to embark upon.

It was one of those journeys. It could have been worse.

And so on they set, the two adventurers looking for their adventure.

They looked under rocks and between palms.

They antagonised a lion in order to see if the lion had been sitting on their treasure that they so desired int his instance of journeying.

The whales cried and the seals mourned the loss of the patience of the lion.

They climbed a mountain and tried to lift the peak to see if the treasure was there.

This was an incredibly long journey.

It went for many a year, with the two intrepid adventurers looking everywhere, sustaining themselves off of the land and doing odd jobs here and there in order to earn a bit of coin for the occasional soft bed and full meal.

Eventually they returned home. There was nothing to be found that resembled what they were looking for, yet the adventurers still felt successful.

They returned home as they realised that what they were looking for was not something that was material; nor was it necessarily something that was openly obvious, waiting to be discovered.

What they were looking for was inside themselves.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:40:23

There’s still a bunch of things that I should probably have written about instead of choosing to write this but I wanted to write a bit of fiction that was silly.

Here you go.

Written at home.