A/N: Sorry I've been gone so long, extenuating circumstances. Anyway, here's just something I cooked up in like half an hour to let you guys know I'm still alive. Anyway, here you go.
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Mystra felt the familiar presence of her chosen arcing through the grey nothingness between planes. It wasn't unusual; Alustriel had done it many times in the years since Ororo disappeared. But unlike all those previous attempts, Mystra would see to it that this one was successful. The time had come.
Suppressing the excitement that would surely give her away, Mystra nudged Alustriel's presence with her own, altering her direction in a manner so subtle it went unnoticed by the high lady of Silverymoon. Without having any idea of her Lady's intervention, Alustriel's spirit raced towards Earth.
Alustriel was an accomplished mage, a chosen of Mystra who had seen many centuries come and go. She was used to odd things. In the years she had spent searching for Ororo, she had been to many different worlds. She had seen places and people so different than her own that she had to restrain the urge to laugh. It took a great deal to surprise the High Lady of Silverymoon. But the world she found herself in now was strange indeed. Flying machines? Strange looking wagons neither pulled by beast or magic? Buildings higher than any she had ever seen? Smokepowder weapons that would make the great Gondish Priests bow their heads in shame? What manner of world was this?! There seemed to be mages of some sort, but their access to the weave seemed limited to one or a handful of applications, albeit wielded with great power and ingenuity. Apparently these 'mutants' were not appreciated either. She saw many instances of persecution, even violence towards these few talented individuals. It was all she could do to restrain herself when she saw mobs chasing after children, calling them 'freaks' and 'muties'. If she had possessed physical eyes, she would have cried.
You are not here to change their ways of living, she reminded herself sternly, you are here to try and find Ororo.
Tearing herself way from the mobs, she began her search in earnest. Moving quickly (as only a spirit can move), she opened her mind and cast about for that distinctive mind she had touched only once so long ago. To be completely honest she didn't hold out much hope. She had searched hundreds of worlds since Ororo had disappeared. Not once had she even felt a glimmer of the child.
Even with her mind occupied in the search, she couldn't help but admire the wonders and flinch and the horrors. She flew over ancient pyramids and great sculptures of peoples long gone. She wondered at the lack of other races (there was not an elf or dwarf to be found), but stood in equal awe of the diversity humans had achieved among themselves. She flew quickly over scenes of battle, disgust and horror warring within her as she observed the use of weapons at least equal to a wizard's wrath and more terrible than anything she had ever seen. She was about to give up on this world as well when, suddenly, she felt a familiar tingle at the back of her mind. Altering course with a thought, Alustrial backtracked the feeling to its source.
She found herself above a great mansion with a plaque at the gate, "Xavier's Acadamy for Gifted Youngsters". Within the grounds she could see children playing, while others sat in what she assumed were classrooms. What amazed her however, was that every single person within the compound had the distinctive mind touch of a 'mutant' and the school itself was guarded by a powerful telepath. But most amazing of all, she was close enough now to decisively probe the presence she had felt earlier. With the presence of such a powerful telepath she dared not get any closer, but there was no doubt. Ororo Do'Urden was in that building.
In shock, the Lady snapped herself back to Fearun and her waiting body. As was normal after such excursions, she felt drained, exhausted, but this time there was also joy. Alustriel's eyes opened slowly to the familiar view of her private quarters. A soft whisper escaped her lips, "I found her."
A/N: Sorry this one is so short but hey, its an interlude. I'm trying desperately to write but I was in a place with no computer for 4 months and when I got back I was so behind in my University it just wasn't funny. I'll try to be more regular from now on.
