A/N: Well, well, well. You're back. I thought so. Just had to read that next chapter, huh? Well here it is, R/R (Read and review).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Slayers (Next, Try, etc) that includes the little action figures, though I don't use them in my story, anywayz, here's chap 2.
Chap 2: A new beginning.
When the colors finally stopped, our character (who shall remain nameless) opened his eyes. He was lying down on an uncomfortable bed. He had a backache and sleepy dust in his eyes. Getting up, he looked around. It was a plain room with only the bed, a window, and a small chair in a corner near the window. To him, it looked like a Middle Ages hotel room. Thanking whoever put the note in the comic for getting him out of Algebra, he opened the window and tried to squeeze out. Sadly, all he did was bang his head. Rubbing his head, he used his other hand to push out the window. Though the window was open, his hand still would not pass through. Swearing under his breath, he went over to the door. He opened it and used his hand to see if there were another barrier there as well. When he felt nothing, he exited his room, and walked down the hall, away from the stairs and towards a larger window. He passed 7 more rooms before he came to the window. Below he saw a market being set up. It seemed that wherever he was, it was just before sunrise. He listened to the noises of the street below, trying to discover which dialect was being spoken. He listen for about 5 seconds before he realized it was not any language he knew. "Great, just great. I'm in a Medieval hotel without any money, and no way to tell it to him. Just great. Some new beginning." He walked back to his room, entered (he had accidentally left it open) and sat on the chair. He looked out this window to see a considerable distance to the alley below. "What, no fire escape! What happens if there's a fire?! Well guess it makes sense since I couldn't get out of this window if I had to." He looked under the bed to see, to his amazement, a brown backpack. On it was a note.
"Well finder, here is your new beginning.
You are in a non-descript town in the
Lion's Inn. Your room is already paid
for, so you can leave this place now. I
wanted you not to leave straight away,
so I took the liberty of casting a spell
on the window, preventing escape.
In this bag you will find a bit of money,
enough for some more food if you
need it, but hopefully you won't. I sug-
gest you travel with someone. Keep this
bag with you. There are some useful things
inside. - your friend.
"This just gets better and better! Even my math class is better then this! Well actually maybe not. But that's not the point. I'm talking to myself. I've only got this bag and what I'm wearing to survive." Pushing his hand against his forehead and sliding it against his hair, he stood up. He picked up 'his' bag and exited through the door.
He walked down the 3 flights of stairs (apparently the Lion's Inn had that many) and walked up to a desk, which someone was sitting at. He had dark brown hair, dirty skin, and was reading something. As our adventurer did not speak the tongue, he just took a glance, and continued towards the exit door.
"Young man. Stop." the reader said without looking up. "I have something for you. The man who checked in, paid, gave me this and said 'I will not see you again, but someone who didn't come in, will exit. Give him this.' Not really understanding any of what he said, I took the note and used it as a book mark. Anyway, here it is." He held out another yellow sticky note.
Muttering under his breath, our 'pioneer' grabbed the note. He strolled over to the stairs and sat on one. This note said:
"Here is the last note you will
Receive for quite some time.
Keep it in you pack, and do
not lose it for your life. Check
on it before you sleep, for as
the note you first got changed
so may this one. Good luck."
"More great news! This is wonderful! (I hope you know this is said sarcastically) Another note! Just what I need." He stuffed it in his pocket, slung the pack over his back, and walked out the door, into a new world.
A/N: Who is the note writer? What are his motives? Why did he wish our 'hero': Good Luck? When am I going to give him a name? Find out next time in Chapter 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Slayers (Next, Try, etc) that includes the little action figures, though I don't use them in my story, anywayz, here's chap 2.
Chap 2: A new beginning.
When the colors finally stopped, our character (who shall remain nameless) opened his eyes. He was lying down on an uncomfortable bed. He had a backache and sleepy dust in his eyes. Getting up, he looked around. It was a plain room with only the bed, a window, and a small chair in a corner near the window. To him, it looked like a Middle Ages hotel room. Thanking whoever put the note in the comic for getting him out of Algebra, he opened the window and tried to squeeze out. Sadly, all he did was bang his head. Rubbing his head, he used his other hand to push out the window. Though the window was open, his hand still would not pass through. Swearing under his breath, he went over to the door. He opened it and used his hand to see if there were another barrier there as well. When he felt nothing, he exited his room, and walked down the hall, away from the stairs and towards a larger window. He passed 7 more rooms before he came to the window. Below he saw a market being set up. It seemed that wherever he was, it was just before sunrise. He listened to the noises of the street below, trying to discover which dialect was being spoken. He listen for about 5 seconds before he realized it was not any language he knew. "Great, just great. I'm in a Medieval hotel without any money, and no way to tell it to him. Just great. Some new beginning." He walked back to his room, entered (he had accidentally left it open) and sat on the chair. He looked out this window to see a considerable distance to the alley below. "What, no fire escape! What happens if there's a fire?! Well guess it makes sense since I couldn't get out of this window if I had to." He looked under the bed to see, to his amazement, a brown backpack. On it was a note.
"Well finder, here is your new beginning.
You are in a non-descript town in the
Lion's Inn. Your room is already paid
for, so you can leave this place now. I
wanted you not to leave straight away,
so I took the liberty of casting a spell
on the window, preventing escape.
In this bag you will find a bit of money,
enough for some more food if you
need it, but hopefully you won't. I sug-
gest you travel with someone. Keep this
bag with you. There are some useful things
inside. - your friend.
"This just gets better and better! Even my math class is better then this! Well actually maybe not. But that's not the point. I'm talking to myself. I've only got this bag and what I'm wearing to survive." Pushing his hand against his forehead and sliding it against his hair, he stood up. He picked up 'his' bag and exited through the door.
He walked down the 3 flights of stairs (apparently the Lion's Inn had that many) and walked up to a desk, which someone was sitting at. He had dark brown hair, dirty skin, and was reading something. As our adventurer did not speak the tongue, he just took a glance, and continued towards the exit door.
"Young man. Stop." the reader said without looking up. "I have something for you. The man who checked in, paid, gave me this and said 'I will not see you again, but someone who didn't come in, will exit. Give him this.' Not really understanding any of what he said, I took the note and used it as a book mark. Anyway, here it is." He held out another yellow sticky note.
Muttering under his breath, our 'pioneer' grabbed the note. He strolled over to the stairs and sat on one. This note said:
"Here is the last note you will
Receive for quite some time.
Keep it in you pack, and do
not lose it for your life. Check
on it before you sleep, for as
the note you first got changed
so may this one. Good luck."
"More great news! This is wonderful! (I hope you know this is said sarcastically) Another note! Just what I need." He stuffed it in his pocket, slung the pack over his back, and walked out the door, into a new world.
A/N: Who is the note writer? What are his motives? Why did he wish our 'hero': Good Luck? When am I going to give him a name? Find out next time in Chapter 3.
