Random Portals Part Two

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Dreem word of the week prompt! Collaborators of this story @wrestlingdesires and @cescajove

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"The gear turned, interlaced with another, and another. His eyes traced the inner workings of the machine to the place where the light shone."

He must have thought that the sun had reflected on the shiny steel of the engines, compelling the reflection to beam forth magnificent rays of light toward his face.

Foula's facial expressions curled from a frown to a bright gummy smile, his gaze darted toward her direction. Houla became so expectant! She hoped for a change in Garalla and with Foula's discovery fate could take a turn. Her eyes were enveloped with anxiety and curiosity yet her lips were manipulated to speak.

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Yeah!?!? Foula? _{emphasizing more on the “la”} Spill it out already!! I'm listeninnnng, she gestured questionably.

Foula drew closer to her and held her hands. He felt the exhilaration of accomplishment, he let out a long breath and broke the recent news. Tears trickled down Houla's cheekbone “This would bring Global Warming to Garalla”, she thought deeply as the rest of their conversation fainted.

She snapped out of her reverie as the rays of lights from the machine went off causing the warmth to diminish and the atmosphere to return to its cold form.

“What the heck..?", Foula retorted!

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Houla on the other side was in shock and contemplating the delusion right in her face, she stood up in distress which she tried so hard to conceal. The only option left to cover up her current emotion was to go hither and thither and mumble to herself. She paced around for a while then found respite beneath the shady trees that formed a hut-like shelter.

Thoughts kept going aimlessly in her bluey pretty mind while she nervously used a deserted screw to drill the footings. At first, her thoughts rallied around the motion with the deserted tool that became handy. She continued drilling with the tool and then those thoughts formulated into one creative mind-blowing solution.

“ Drilling! Drilling!! Drilling!!! ”Houla ran frantically in search of Foula who must have gone into hiding because of his letdown to bring glory to Garalla! The entire thought of drilling and whatever might come out of it after a thorough experiment gave her high hopes! The accuracy of the forethought results is given a hundred percent! ... she was too assured.

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She sprint and at the same time called out to Foula, her keenness knew no end! Blinded by the rush and the spiked in her adrenaline, she fell slamming her forehead against a small rock while the rest of her face was buried in the mud. She became unconscious for over a few hours.

After four hours...

Houla woke up then hesitated and scanned her surroundings, blue-skinned children in different shades and heights scampering everywhere. Garalla?? ... she questioned no one but herself!
“ He shouldn't have brought me back home! Has he lost his expectancy? ”, she muttered.

Houla! Her dad called!

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Inside her father's hut, she met Foula sitting beside him and his countenances weren't optimistic. He looked so ready to convey his unfortunate events, his eyebrow furrowed when he stared at her. Her Dad cleared his throat as he was about to speak. He began with Houla, listen, Foula has something he wants to say... Houla affirms it with a nod. Foula begins with a stutter; he was under pressure and doesn't want to let himself down.

Houla took over his speech;

• “Dad, Foula found a way of bringing Global Warming to Garalla”

• “Foula discovered it on earth that's why he brought me back so he could gather his best scientists and every essential equipment to begin the process"

Their eyes were fixed on Houla as she continued with her practical knowledge.

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Her father was so dumbfounded upon hearing the news and in a short time, he gathered the community's best scientists to lay out the foundation for the latest discovery. The earth wasn't so strange anymore as they landed again but this time to figure out where it was suitable for drilling.

While in Garalla, Foula and Houla looked through the map, marking out areas of land where drilling could be possible. In their research, they found a black flammable substance deep down under the ice called “Tar” and with that discovery, areas filled with tar ignited into flames causing greenhouse gas to penetrate Garalla.

With this accomplishment, natural resources, plants, vegetation, and trees came to light relishing in the warmth. Global warming came into Garalla! Houla's Dad blew his trumpet which is normally blown only during a great time of celebration. Foula gripped Houla closer and gave her a warm kiss. Since the inception of this discovery, Garalla has ensured that they deliver over 100 scientists that would ensure the safety, advancement, and continuity of Global Warming.

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_{Images is from the part one!}