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Explains the world on which this story takes place. Describes in detail (too much detail, probably) what the world looks like and why the Giants there are semi-happy.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - A Brief History (prologue, maybe?)

Submitted: January 28, 2010

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Submitted: January 28, 2010



There was, in fact, a world that was not quite unlike our own. What I mean to say is: There, every thing was birthed from the land and all Things that lived did their living on that land, surviving by means of Things that grew up out of the land (that is to say plants and fruits and vegetation, though some Things fed off of other Things). But in the end whomever the carnivorous ones should feed off of it was sure that, somewhere down the line, that food was originated from an energy that only the Sun can give. This energy was, as it is in our world, soaked in by a lot of chlorophyll and photosynthesized into eatable Sun energy. And so it might be said that the common denominator linking our world to theirs is that they are both solar-powered. But I would not suggest that this be said because it isn’t often thought that our world is a solar-powered world, though it is true.

Perhaps I ought to start again anyhow, because I did say, “There was, in fact, a world not quite unlike our own,” yet it wouldn’t have been wrong of me to say, “There were, in fact, many worlds, some of which were not quite unlike our own. But as for the others they were not quite like our own at all.” The reason I did not say this was because I wanted to point out one world in which a marvellous adventure happened, and that adventure, I believe, has a right to be shared (I must say though, many adventures also happened in the other many worlds but a good many of them happened in those worlds that were not quite like our own, and those worlds are very hard to describe since we have only invented words thus far to describe things which happen in our world.) And so, although there were many worlds and some of them were not quite unlike our own and some were, we shall now concern ourselves with one particular world.

Its name was Sophistica, and that has nothing to do with our English words “sophistic” or “sophisticated”. Why not? Well, because it wasn’t sophistic or sophisticated. It was a happy world, and very punctual I must say, which is quite unlike our own world where seasons, though they have set dates on which they “begin,” are not at all bound by our calendar. In Sophistica, it only rained in the wet season and was always dry in the dry season and in the winter it always snowed and only for a very short time would the weather get nasty and blizzardy and it was always certain to calm down on time in order for a marvellous spring. The summers were always summery and the heat was usually dry but there was a short period (which always showed up at its proper time) when the summer would be humid and the air thick and the fog would roll in at night and last until just after dawn. You might say that Sophistica was well balanced, since she (for it was a girl world, which is almost a common factor between her and Earth, except ours is a woman world, because she is getting a bit older) had a good deal of different seasons and climates and a place for everyone. It was certain that with all her different temperatures anyone must have been able to find somewhere they liked, if not more than one somewhere. Well, that is, anyone but the giants.

The giants knew it was risky when they signed up to join this world (for this world was became inhabited by means of sending invitations into other worlds whence all sorts of creatures gladly joined). Giants often have trouble finding a place in worlds that weren’t particularly designed for them – this is often a cause of their unkindly nature. If you know a bit about our own world, you will know that the air thins and cools as you rise to higher altitudes. This was also true for Sophistica, and what’s worse is that she was a much smaller planet than our own, meaning her atmosphere was a good deal nearer than ours (though luckily this also meant it was weaker). And so for the Giants this caused three main problems, firstly: they hadn’t enough air to breathe. If the atmosphere thins as you rise, it stands to reason that where a Giant’s nostrils spend most of their time there would be hardly any air. And if we need a good deal of the thick air down near the land, then a Giant ought to have needed thicker air than ours, rather than thinner. That is why most Giants’ worlds are those that are not quite like our own. Their worlds often have more oxygen in the air so they do not suffocate. Secondly: their heads (primarily their ears and noses) were always quite cold, seeing as the air also gets cooler up there. Their worlds solve this problem by being placed closer to the sun or being turned inside out. By that I mean that many Giants live inside a planet, rather than outside, and the land part of that world would be very thin so the Sun could heat it right through to the inside. And lastly: on high ground the Giants were always stooping, like you might while walking in a crawl space or dwarf’s house only much worse because if they bumped their head on the atmosphere (as you might on the ceiling), this not only hurt but stung like a burn (for that was what it was). Naturally, if a Giant bumped his head on our atmosphere its ear could be seared off, which is why I said it was lucky that the atmosphere of Sophistica was a good deal weaker than ours.

Really, the Giants wouldn’t have survived on that world if it had been too much like our own. In the first place, Sophistica was meant to be a sphere, as Earth, but when the news came that Giants were coming (it was only Giants from worlds that were not well suited to them who signed on) the Designer set to work immediately to make space for them. What he did was cut a deep valley right around the middle of the planet, having the world gently slope down from the West into a much thinner midsection and then sloping back up and around to the East Pole (which would be similar to our North or South pole). The result was that Sophistica looked for all the world like an enormous peanut spinning gracefully on her horizontal, like a goose roasting on a spit over a fire (if only geese were shaped like enormous peanuts). It has been quietly disputed that perhaps the Grand Canyon was originally meant to house Giants at one time, but nobody really knows whether this is true.

This arrangement did help the Giants a lot because they were distanced from the atmosphere (though it followed a small bit when the planet was cut away) and more of the air sunk into this great valley that spanned around the whole world. It didn’t help much with the cold; in fact it may have made the winters harsher in the valley. Yet Giants tend to be fairly lazy, what with not having enough oxygen to sustain themselves, and eventually took to hibernating anyways. And it was during their yearly hibernation that our story began.

This isn't done yet and I need to cut out a lot
Comments and critizism are welcome (encouraged/wanted/much begrudged actually)
Thanks for reading

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