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It's almost 3:00 pm on a Friday and a figure in breeches and a cotton shirt that is so way out of Earth Time now. He wears his long black hair in a loose ponytail. He is muttering something that you can just hear. "Where am I? What is this thing here," Numair Samalin says, he is indicating to a car, "What sort of magic is this." he goes on like that for sometime when a bunch of teenagers saw him.
"Who is that freak and what is he wearing?" said one boy named Eli "it's not Halloween yet right?"
"Don't be silly of course not its June" said his girlfriend Crystal " Sir excuse me but who are you and why are you looking at my mom's car like you've never seen one before?"
He didn't seem to have heard her so she tapped him on the shoulder and said "Sir? Why are you looking at my mom's car"
The man seemed alarmed that these youths had no respect for a black robe mage while he was experimenting but he didn't let his temper go I'm not Alanna he thought. He replied coolly "I'm sorry but if you could tell me where I am and the date I would be much obliged"
"Mister this is Tortal Ave. and the date is June 10th" Cat, Crystal's friend replied.
"The year my dear the reign anything like that" Numair said desperatly
"Reign? No one reigns America but the year's 2002" Sam the last teen said. "No one! Then don't you live in utter havoc?" Numair said shocked "I should bring you with me! You can learn to be civilized! Then you can come back and change your whole life! Let's go!" and with that he muttered a word under his breath.
"No wait." yelled all the teens.
Yes in this chapter Numair is slightly insane but I couldn't think of any other way to make him take us to Tortal thereby destroying the purpose of this fanfic. Okay I know about 10000 other ways but I choose this one so nah. R&R Please and I'll make another chapter
It's almost 3:00 pm on a Friday and a figure in breeches and a cotton shirt that is so way out of Earth Time now. He wears his long black hair in a loose ponytail. He is muttering something that you can just hear. "Where am I? What is this thing here," Numair Samalin says, he is indicating to a car, "What sort of magic is this." he goes on like that for sometime when a bunch of teenagers saw him.
"Who is that freak and what is he wearing?" said one boy named Eli "it's not Halloween yet right?"
"Don't be silly of course not its June" said his girlfriend Crystal " Sir excuse me but who are you and why are you looking at my mom's car like you've never seen one before?"
He didn't seem to have heard her so she tapped him on the shoulder and said "Sir? Why are you looking at my mom's car"
The man seemed alarmed that these youths had no respect for a black robe mage while he was experimenting but he didn't let his temper go I'm not Alanna he thought. He replied coolly "I'm sorry but if you could tell me where I am and the date I would be much obliged"
"Mister this is Tortal Ave. and the date is June 10th" Cat, Crystal's friend replied.
"The year my dear the reign anything like that" Numair said desperatly
"Reign? No one reigns America but the year's 2002" Sam the last teen said. "No one! Then don't you live in utter havoc?" Numair said shocked "I should bring you with me! You can learn to be civilized! Then you can come back and change your whole life! Let's go!" and with that he muttered a word under his breath.
"No wait." yelled all the teens.
Yes in this chapter Numair is slightly insane but I couldn't think of any other way to make him take us to Tortal thereby destroying the purpose of this fanfic. Okay I know about 10000 other ways but I choose this one so nah. R&R Please and I'll make another chapter