Ok, here's chapter 3. I'm sorry I haven't written for so long, I've been
really busy. I'll try to write one chapter a week or so from now on.
Thanks to those of you who keep reviewing the story!
Dreams and Discoveries
Will ran down the long corridor, the fluorescent lights flashing over his head. He rushed up the stairs, almost knocking down a nurse that was coming down.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, kid!"
Will kept running, rushing past doctors and patients. He slowed down as he saw the room the attendant had told him was the right one. 3124. Looking through the small window in the door, he saw two beds, one was empty and the other was covered by tall curtains. Looking quickly behind him, he rushed into the room and shut the door quickly behind him.
Will walked toward the bed with the curtains, walking slowly now. He reached his hand up to pull the curtain back, when the door opened quickly behind him. Spinning around, all he saw was a man pointing a pistol in his direction before.
"WILL!" Lyra screamed as she awoke, sweating and breathing hard. Pantalaimon walked out of bed and began pacing. Quickly, she got up from her bed and walked out of her room. Opening the bathroom door, she turned on the light and poured water from the pump and began to wash her face. She looked in the mirror at her terrorized expression.
"It was just a dream, Pan."
"Yeah, just a dream about Will having a gun in his face!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it? Worry all night? I'm sure that it was just a dream. Besides, Will can take care of himself."
"I know you're worried about him Lyra."
Ignoring Pan, she walked back to her bed, pulled up the covers, and turned toward her wall.
"Lyra?"
"Yes?" A light next to her roommate's bed turned on.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream, that's all."
"Ok, well." The light shut off, and soon Lyra could hear steady breathing from the bed next to her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't go back to sleep.
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What else can I do?
Paul, the theologian that had been assigned to study the fossil, had nothing more that he could do. He had studied and examined what looked like a piece of a prehistoric knife over and over, and was at a loss for what else he could examine about it.
But of course, the Consortial Court wants results.
He looked around the basement that had become his home for. well, he wasn't even sure anymore how long it had been. At least two weeks. There was a guard at the door that brought him food as often as he wanted it, but he was still a prisoner, and would stay that way until he really had something for the court.
Carefully, Paul picked up the shard, and carefully looked it over. Suddenly filled with rage at the unfairness of the court, he brought the shard back to throw it against the far wall of his basement cell. Suddenly, he felt a breeze and cool air on his face. He stopped before throwing the shard and looked toward the breeze. He saw a thin line of blue, and slowly reached for it. He stuck his finger through the small rectangle and wondered how he suddenly had a window.
This must be a shard of the. Oh my god! I've got to tell the court!!! Wait. I have to know exactly how to open these windows before I tell them.
He walked around the window, and saw that you could only see it looking straight on, because as he moved around, he could no longer see it. Now to make another one to prove it wasn't a fluke.
At random, Paul began slashing at the air, and then realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere doing that. Walking over to his cot, he sat down and thought about what he was doing when he opened the window. He had been concentrating on it, so he tried concentrating and moving the knife back and forth. Every once in a while, he felt a place in the air where the knife cut. The first few times, he lost his concentration and the spot disappeared.
The next time, he kept his state of mind and began to cut at the place with the sharp edge of the knife. and nothing happened.
Wait. As I brought it back, it was the fine edge, not the sharp one that was moving.
He tried again, this time with the other edge, and was rewarded with a window revealing a mountain range. He could feel the cold wind blowing through. In his excitement, he forgot about trying to close it, and packed the shard away in it's special box, rushing up the stairs to tell the guard to release him.
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Well, there's more to come, I guarantee that! Please, if you take the time to read it, please review the story. Thanks a bunch!
Dreams and Discoveries
Will ran down the long corridor, the fluorescent lights flashing over his head. He rushed up the stairs, almost knocking down a nurse that was coming down.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, kid!"
Will kept running, rushing past doctors and patients. He slowed down as he saw the room the attendant had told him was the right one. 3124. Looking through the small window in the door, he saw two beds, one was empty and the other was covered by tall curtains. Looking quickly behind him, he rushed into the room and shut the door quickly behind him.
Will walked toward the bed with the curtains, walking slowly now. He reached his hand up to pull the curtain back, when the door opened quickly behind him. Spinning around, all he saw was a man pointing a pistol in his direction before.
"WILL!" Lyra screamed as she awoke, sweating and breathing hard. Pantalaimon walked out of bed and began pacing. Quickly, she got up from her bed and walked out of her room. Opening the bathroom door, she turned on the light and poured water from the pump and began to wash her face. She looked in the mirror at her terrorized expression.
"It was just a dream, Pan."
"Yeah, just a dream about Will having a gun in his face!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it? Worry all night? I'm sure that it was just a dream. Besides, Will can take care of himself."
"I know you're worried about him Lyra."
Ignoring Pan, she walked back to her bed, pulled up the covers, and turned toward her wall.
"Lyra?"
"Yes?" A light next to her roommate's bed turned on.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream, that's all."
"Ok, well." The light shut off, and soon Lyra could hear steady breathing from the bed next to her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't go back to sleep.
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What else can I do?
Paul, the theologian that had been assigned to study the fossil, had nothing more that he could do. He had studied and examined what looked like a piece of a prehistoric knife over and over, and was at a loss for what else he could examine about it.
But of course, the Consortial Court wants results.
He looked around the basement that had become his home for. well, he wasn't even sure anymore how long it had been. At least two weeks. There was a guard at the door that brought him food as often as he wanted it, but he was still a prisoner, and would stay that way until he really had something for the court.
Carefully, Paul picked up the shard, and carefully looked it over. Suddenly filled with rage at the unfairness of the court, he brought the shard back to throw it against the far wall of his basement cell. Suddenly, he felt a breeze and cool air on his face. He stopped before throwing the shard and looked toward the breeze. He saw a thin line of blue, and slowly reached for it. He stuck his finger through the small rectangle and wondered how he suddenly had a window.
This must be a shard of the. Oh my god! I've got to tell the court!!! Wait. I have to know exactly how to open these windows before I tell them.
He walked around the window, and saw that you could only see it looking straight on, because as he moved around, he could no longer see it. Now to make another one to prove it wasn't a fluke.
At random, Paul began slashing at the air, and then realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere doing that. Walking over to his cot, he sat down and thought about what he was doing when he opened the window. He had been concentrating on it, so he tried concentrating and moving the knife back and forth. Every once in a while, he felt a place in the air where the knife cut. The first few times, he lost his concentration and the spot disappeared.
The next time, he kept his state of mind and began to cut at the place with the sharp edge of the knife. and nothing happened.
Wait. As I brought it back, it was the fine edge, not the sharp one that was moving.
He tried again, this time with the other edge, and was rewarded with a window revealing a mountain range. He could feel the cold wind blowing through. In his excitement, he forgot about trying to close it, and packed the shard away in it's special box, rushing up the stairs to tell the guard to release him.
~ ~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~ ~~ ~
Well, there's more to come, I guarantee that! Please, if you take the time to read it, please review the story. Thanks a bunch!
