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The Iron Coin Chronicles: Season 2

By Alkeni

Trailer: Chaos Accumulates

Limited perspectives are, by their nature, limited. Indeed, by definition, they are nothing but limited. But limitations are often difficult to perceive and, depending on the limitations in question, even more difficult to explain.

To describe that which cannot be properly perceived by humans using human concepts and means of communication is impossible, at best. At worst, it's self-destructive.

Sixth-dimensional superspace exists. But no human mind can comprehend it, nor the five-dimensional fragmentary avatars of twenty-three dimensional beings of relevance at this moment. Human terms ill-describe their appearance, their 'words', their actions.

Still, one must do the best one can, under the limitations one must work under.

"So. I see your pet human is about to start providing you with some more fun."

The Jester turned to that which lesser beings knew as the Hydra. A being of seven in one, to those with limited perspective, the face and form was ever changing - each part changing in its own random cycle between one of seven.

But even as the Jester could be perceived as turning, the Hydra changed again, a massive formless mass of coils and tails, scales and hundreds of gaping maws, all eyeless and rampant.

"Harris isn't my pet human. The pet – and the real star of the show down there – is the fragment of the piece of my Iron Coin." The Jester tossed a pair of dice into the air, watching them turn into a deck of cards a they fell.

"I suppose that would be accurate, from a certain point of view." A thousand voices seemed to speak at once as the Hydra collapsed its form into a glowing orb of light.

"Of course it's accurate, no matter what the point of view." The Jester started dealing the cards, as if he was playing Poker with five other people. But each time a card 'landed' on an invisible table before him, it turned into some sort of game piece – chess queen, checkers piece, even pieces from games more modern. And, of course, dice. "I tell you, the Coin is going to be causing all kinds of mischief. And that's not to mention all the accumulation."

"Yes. Accumulation of change from the original plans of the forces of Fate. Your preferred method of chaos, relatively slow but steady. You are much like the Weaver in that sense."

"Well, yes, Hydra. That is what makes me me, and you you, and the Weaver the Weaver. Granted I appreciate a good mass chaos like what you cause, too. And we've got some of that coming. But the Iron Coin fragment with Harris is more attuned to the Weaver than you. Nonetheless, you should remember - it was you to whom I turned to for your assistance in this little fancy of mine."

"Because the Weaver would never agree to provide you aid. He is concerned with his own plots. As are the rest of us."

"Yes." The Jester agreed, gesturing grandly. "And besides, where would the fun be if we worked together all the time? We're Chaos! Let Fate govern themselves by consensus."

"They are responding to you. They contain the ripples you have created well." The Hydra was now a seven-headed snake, but with arms, reared up and all eyes level with the Jester's.

"Yes, and all the effort they spend on those ripples is effort not spent elsewhere. This fun therefore proves itself a success in more than one way. And just between us, I've already separated fragments from the Gold Coin and Silver Coin, for distribution elsewhere."

"Escalation."

"Fun."

"Chaos is Chaos. It serves the greater cause."

"Chaos is fun, Hydra. Ah, well, you and I both know we're never going to agree on this one."

"Yet you remain incorrect." The Hydra burst into flames from its previous snake form. "We will speak again."

The Jester nodded as the Hydra vanished, traveling away as an amorphous collection of purple smoke particles (or something that looked like them, anyway). Snapping his fingers, the Jester watched as the objects on the 'table' before him became playing cards once again.

"Yes, Alexander Lavelle Harris. Chaos Accumulates. Have fun over your next year. I know I will."