I don't know who hated me that day, but falling face first through a portal into a bunch of black dirt and rock was not how I planned my day. I brushed off the accumulated soil and took a look around the area. No plants, all rock and soil, and in color tones of black, brown, and gray. Even the sky was a greenish, grayish color. Well, I had been in worse places.
From the looks of the place, it looked like a battle had been fought here. Giant pieces of alien ships were strewn about the place. It was when I saw a few cars that I realized that they must have been transported here.
That's when my foot stepped in something soft. I looked down, then quickly covered my mouth to muffle my scream. It was a hand. A bloody hand that was not connected to its body! I wasn't even sure if it was human, what with it being in a glove, but it had five fingers, so that reassured me. That's when I saw, a little ways away, a whole arm lay on the dark ground. Well, I'm sure if I looked any further, I was bound to find a whole body waiting.
After I finished climbing probably one of the most impossible hills in the world, that's when I found the body. I'd consider the bloke pretty lucky. If that ship had moved one inch closer… Well, let's just put it he'd probably be flatter than a bug on a windshield.
I quickly ran-well more like slid- down the mountainside and made my way over to the being. As soon as I got there, I could tell that he definitely wasn't human. What with the pointy ears, pale skin, and platinum blonde braid. Half of his face seemed to be burned. He was missing one hand and one arm. So, naturally, I wouldn't be checking his pulse through the Radial artery. That is, if this guy even had Radial arteries.
I moved my fingers to his neck. A pulse was there, but it was weak. He was still alive. Pretty sure when he woke up, this guy was going to need his hands. I ran back up the hill, forced myself to grab the hand and arm, and ran my way back over to this extraterrestrial being.
I got down on my knees next to him and pulled my messanger bag off of my shoulder. I looked at the silver cursive writing on the opening flap. "Luck favors the prepared." Let's hope I was prepared for this. I opened it up and pulled out the necessary supplies: matches, three candles, a needle, and thread. I organized the white, wax candles in a triangle and lit them with my match. I threaded the needle, with the clear thread, and stuck it into the flame. When the tip turned red-hot, it was time to work my magic.
"Many, many years ago in a kingdom by the sea- a poor lad loved a highborn maid: beautiful Annabel Lee," I sang, stitching the hand back onto the body.
"Evil spirits watched their love in fear and jealousy. Sent a wicked wind to kill beautiful Annabel Lee."
After I stitched the first hand, my hands clasped his wrist, and a glowing light emmenated from the bond. The body had accepted its companion again. I watched as his finger twitched. I didn't have much time before he woke up, and I wasn't sure if he liked witches. I quickly moved to the other side, and began my work on the arm.
"The wind came howling from the east; the lovers tried to flee. First, it chilled and then it killed beautiful Annabel Lee."
The arm was finished. I wrapped my hands around it once more, and watched as the arm was accepted back to the body. A spark ran through my hands and travelled up my body.
That's when he lunged.
This being's newly attached hand gripped my throat, and he pushed me to the ground. My fight or flight systems kicked in as I fought for breath.
"Who are you? I demand to know!" he shouted, his grip tightening.
That's when chaos broke loose. A mini red dust storm attacked him and sent him flying a few feet away from where I was.
"I'm sorry," I said, while coughing, packing up my supplies. "I don't know how that happened."
"How did you receive the Aether? Tell me now!" he said, advancing towards me, rage in his dark eyes.
"I don't know! I just touched you and then-"
"Enough!" he cried, levitating me in the air.
I tried to protest, but I couldn't find my voice. Who was this person? Was he some sort of wizard or alchemist or something? I watched as the reddish-black dust exited my body and entered his. As soon as the last particle entered his system, I collapsed back onto the soil.
"There!" I said, picking myself up. "You have… whatever it is you want. Satisfied? You know, back where I'm from, a person says 'thank you' to someone who helps them out!"
"I did not need your help, mortal," he said, advancing towards me.
"Please, you were missing two of your limbs- you know what, just forget it. Just point me towards the nearest portal back to Earth, and I'll be out of your hair."
"You are not in a position to order me. Besides," he said, looking at the sky. "The Convergence is over."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It appears that you are stuck here."
