When they got there is was almost dark. Stable boys came out to take care
of the horses.
Tyler was upset, his hands were shaking. He sat down agenest the barn.
"Thanks, Burt," He said, not lifting his to look at him. Burt was leaning
on the barn, he heard Tyler, but didn't reply. The two teams went inside
the house, Sam looked over to Burt and Tyler, she waved at them to follow.
"They want us to go inside with them," Burt said.
"Tell them to go to hell," Tyler told Burt.
"Tyler, come on now," Burt looked down at him.
"No Burt, you didn't almost get eaten by a damn graboid back there, or
stepped on by a freaken horse!" He looked at Burt.
"No but I did get ate by a damn graboid before, but did I stop killing the
damn things? NO, now get you tail up and come on!" Burt stood there waiting
to argue somemore. But Tyler followed his commands and got up and they
walked to the house.
When they got into the house a old man was sitting in a chair infront of the fire that was in the wood heater, a young woman was standing beside him. A woman was cooking on a wood stove, another man was sitting at a table in the kitchen. Others from the other team were sitting around resting and listening to what they had to say. The old man began to speak, but in a different language not known to man. The young woman beside him listened carefully and when he stopped talking, she translated. "I am Joan, protector of Omega, king of Ionia. We are the last survivors of our home planet and have taken refugee here on Arth. Our planet was invaded by an alien race that has followed us here and are planing to take Arth too. Your lost friend will help them, even though he does not want to." She stopped and he began again. "you must find him before its to late, if you don't they will have the power to destroy all things. You must find him!" The old man looked at them, then got up and went into another room. "He has gone to rest," She said. "I thought he was going to tell us how to get there," Jack said. "He will, now, you must eat, then rest your selves, your days will be long and tiring," She smiled at them all. They were all fed some sort of soup, it had a funny taste to it, even Tyler agreed with Burt that his MRE's tasted better then the soup. They handed in their soup unfinished, saying they had enough and were full. Then they went back out to the barn. Burt picked up his pack he had brought with him and dug in it until he found what he had wanted. He tossed a silver package to Tyler and took one for himself. "Just because I agreed with you that your MREs tasted better didn't mean I would eat one," Tyler said but opened it any ways. "hey Burt, you got a fork or spoon in there?" Burt had his only spoon, he gave Tyler a funny look. "You want to use it when I'm done?" "No thanks, I'll use my fingers." Tyler gave him his funny look back. As soon as he opened it it grew hot. It was chicken and something, Tyler didn't read the package, he just saw the chicken, or at least he hoped it was chicken. He reached in with his fingers and pulled a piece out. "Owe, damn it!" He quickly put it back in the silver package. He looked at his fingers. He sat down agenst the barn and waited for it to cool alittle. Burt smiled to him self. Later on Joan came out of the house, she wore a crystal blue dress, that was something they weren't use to, all the women wore dresses. "I am to ride with you tomorrow," She stood in front of them. The sun was getting to go down. "You should get some sleep, tomorrow will be a long day, the sun will stay over head longer now." She started to walk to the house, but stopped. "are you just going to sit there or are you going to come in?" They got up and followed her back in the house. She lead them to a door and opened it after taking a lit candle off the mantel above the fire place. She stepped down to the stairs leading down below the house. Burt was hesitant to go in, not knowing where she was taking them, but Tyler was glad she was taking them to their own rooms. When they got to the bottom, she lead them past doors. "What are they too?" Tyler asked. "Those are other rooms, a room to store food, weapons, blankets, and other things." She said. They made a sharp turn to the right and pasted more doors. "What about those?" Burt asked. "Those are the rooms that the others are staying in," She told them as they reached two of the last rooms before another sharp turn came up. "these are your rooms." The doors were open to the inside, and there were candles lit by the bed. "If you go around this turn there will be six bathrooms and two chambers for you to go, there is warm water in the bathroom if you want to take a bath." With that she walked off. Burt and Tyler went into their rooms, Tyler flopped down in his bed, amazingly it was soft, he quickly took his boots off and pulled his blanket over him, he didn't feel like taking anything else off. Burt left his boots on and his clothes, there was no telling what might happen, and he didn't want to be caught with out them on. Burt laid there awake, he looked at his watch, by his time it wasn't late at all, it was only 1300 hours. But time was different here, he knew they would be awakened if it was morning, but he couldn't sleep, he didn't feel safe enough. He sat up and stood, and walked to the door and opened it slowly, he could hear the snores of the others down the hall. He went to the right down the hall of the bath rooms, there was no stench or anything. So he kept walking. He had to make another sharp right and he walked down there, made another sharp right, he made a total of 10 sharp rights till he finally decided he didn't where the hell he was. He didn't have his candle, he had left it absent mindly not thinking. He kept walking, he finally heard a door open, he must be close to the others. He didn't run, he didn't want to startle them. He saw a soft glowing light just up a head, then BAM. He staggered back almost falling. "What the hell?" He rubbed his head, and as his eyes focused on what was in front of him, he felt dumb, the glowing light had got him confused and he had ran into the wall. He looked around the corner. "Whose there?" A young voice called, it was Joan. "Its just me," Burt said. "You scared me!" She whispered harshly. "Whats there to be scared of, nothing can get down here," He whispered back. "Thats what you think!" She whispered harshly again. Burt was quiet for a while. "What do you mean?" He asked, still whispering, "and why are we whispering?" "Do you want to wake the others?" She held her candle up as far as she could, Burt could see the doors, he looked down. Damn I must have walked around here a thousand times! He thought as he saw his foot prints. "What did you mean?" He asked again. "Them, big worm things that travell under ground, when I was little I seen them come through here and bury themselves under the floor," She whispered to him. Burt went pale, any vibration they make could mean death. "don't worry, that was over six-hunderd years ago," She smiled at him. "What?" He asked. "six-hunderd years ago?" "Yes, next month will be my six-hunderdth birthday," She told him. "Your six-hundred years old? I thought you were like twenty or something," He couldn't believe how old she was but still looked so young. "Yes I am," She whispered. "now come on, you need to get some sleep." She grabbed his hand and led him to his room.
When they got into the house a old man was sitting in a chair infront of the fire that was in the wood heater, a young woman was standing beside him. A woman was cooking on a wood stove, another man was sitting at a table in the kitchen. Others from the other team were sitting around resting and listening to what they had to say. The old man began to speak, but in a different language not known to man. The young woman beside him listened carefully and when he stopped talking, she translated. "I am Joan, protector of Omega, king of Ionia. We are the last survivors of our home planet and have taken refugee here on Arth. Our planet was invaded by an alien race that has followed us here and are planing to take Arth too. Your lost friend will help them, even though he does not want to." She stopped and he began again. "you must find him before its to late, if you don't they will have the power to destroy all things. You must find him!" The old man looked at them, then got up and went into another room. "He has gone to rest," She said. "I thought he was going to tell us how to get there," Jack said. "He will, now, you must eat, then rest your selves, your days will be long and tiring," She smiled at them all. They were all fed some sort of soup, it had a funny taste to it, even Tyler agreed with Burt that his MRE's tasted better then the soup. They handed in their soup unfinished, saying they had enough and were full. Then they went back out to the barn. Burt picked up his pack he had brought with him and dug in it until he found what he had wanted. He tossed a silver package to Tyler and took one for himself. "Just because I agreed with you that your MREs tasted better didn't mean I would eat one," Tyler said but opened it any ways. "hey Burt, you got a fork or spoon in there?" Burt had his only spoon, he gave Tyler a funny look. "You want to use it when I'm done?" "No thanks, I'll use my fingers." Tyler gave him his funny look back. As soon as he opened it it grew hot. It was chicken and something, Tyler didn't read the package, he just saw the chicken, or at least he hoped it was chicken. He reached in with his fingers and pulled a piece out. "Owe, damn it!" He quickly put it back in the silver package. He looked at his fingers. He sat down agenst the barn and waited for it to cool alittle. Burt smiled to him self. Later on Joan came out of the house, she wore a crystal blue dress, that was something they weren't use to, all the women wore dresses. "I am to ride with you tomorrow," She stood in front of them. The sun was getting to go down. "You should get some sleep, tomorrow will be a long day, the sun will stay over head longer now." She started to walk to the house, but stopped. "are you just going to sit there or are you going to come in?" They got up and followed her back in the house. She lead them to a door and opened it after taking a lit candle off the mantel above the fire place. She stepped down to the stairs leading down below the house. Burt was hesitant to go in, not knowing where she was taking them, but Tyler was glad she was taking them to their own rooms. When they got to the bottom, she lead them past doors. "What are they too?" Tyler asked. "Those are other rooms, a room to store food, weapons, blankets, and other things." She said. They made a sharp turn to the right and pasted more doors. "What about those?" Burt asked. "Those are the rooms that the others are staying in," She told them as they reached two of the last rooms before another sharp turn came up. "these are your rooms." The doors were open to the inside, and there were candles lit by the bed. "If you go around this turn there will be six bathrooms and two chambers for you to go, there is warm water in the bathroom if you want to take a bath." With that she walked off. Burt and Tyler went into their rooms, Tyler flopped down in his bed, amazingly it was soft, he quickly took his boots off and pulled his blanket over him, he didn't feel like taking anything else off. Burt left his boots on and his clothes, there was no telling what might happen, and he didn't want to be caught with out them on. Burt laid there awake, he looked at his watch, by his time it wasn't late at all, it was only 1300 hours. But time was different here, he knew they would be awakened if it was morning, but he couldn't sleep, he didn't feel safe enough. He sat up and stood, and walked to the door and opened it slowly, he could hear the snores of the others down the hall. He went to the right down the hall of the bath rooms, there was no stench or anything. So he kept walking. He had to make another sharp right and he walked down there, made another sharp right, he made a total of 10 sharp rights till he finally decided he didn't where the hell he was. He didn't have his candle, he had left it absent mindly not thinking. He kept walking, he finally heard a door open, he must be close to the others. He didn't run, he didn't want to startle them. He saw a soft glowing light just up a head, then BAM. He staggered back almost falling. "What the hell?" He rubbed his head, and as his eyes focused on what was in front of him, he felt dumb, the glowing light had got him confused and he had ran into the wall. He looked around the corner. "Whose there?" A young voice called, it was Joan. "Its just me," Burt said. "You scared me!" She whispered harshly. "Whats there to be scared of, nothing can get down here," He whispered back. "Thats what you think!" She whispered harshly again. Burt was quiet for a while. "What do you mean?" He asked, still whispering, "and why are we whispering?" "Do you want to wake the others?" She held her candle up as far as she could, Burt could see the doors, he looked down. Damn I must have walked around here a thousand times! He thought as he saw his foot prints. "What did you mean?" He asked again. "Them, big worm things that travell under ground, when I was little I seen them come through here and bury themselves under the floor," She whispered to him. Burt went pale, any vibration they make could mean death. "don't worry, that was over six-hunderd years ago," She smiled at him. "What?" He asked. "six-hunderd years ago?" "Yes, next month will be my six-hunderdth birthday," She told him. "Your six-hundred years old? I thought you were like twenty or something," He couldn't believe how old she was but still looked so young. "Yes I am," She whispered. "now come on, you need to get some sleep." She grabbed his hand and led him to his room.
