They floated across a layer of cloud upon a blue and orange swirled carpet. Jasmine waited for the cloud to thin. Looking down she could see a huge river stretch out until it was lapped up by the sea. They had just passed over three mountains; the mountain of Promise, Hope and then skilfully zigzagged past the last, Despair. She remembered the tales her nanny had told her of the three giants that used to sit upon them and quarrel. The giant of hope and promise had tried to persuade the giant of despair to see the light in the world. But the giant of despair had argued that all the light in the world did not make up for all the misfortune. And they had argued like this for hundreds of years until Hope and Promise eventually despaired. When the giants died they were all three of them were buried together on the Mountain of Despair, which is why it’s the biggest.
“Jasmine, will you marry me?”
“All the magic in the world won’t earn you my heart.”
“Why did you come upon my carpet, if not to marry me?”
“I thought it would be a nice trip. Can you take me back now please?”
Ajmer grabbed her long black plat wrenching her head back. Her pupils became huge. He stamped a kiss upon her screaming lips,
“Hope you enjoy the trip.”
With one quick arm movement he had tipped her over the tasselled edge.
He peered over the edge. She fell through a layer of cloud and he did not see if she fell into the sea or onto the rocks.