Okey Dokey, it's been an incredibly long time. It was the fault of the idea tank, my being grounded and my muses who went on vacation. Now that we've done the American thing and layed the blame on everyone else, let's do the Canadian thing and get on with what we were doing as if the Americans hadn't blamed us.
Kurt: You know, not all Americans are bad.
Karla: Scott, Warren, The Blob, George Bush Sr and Jr, need I continue?
Kurt: ...
Karla: That's what I thought.
The world wasn't really that complicated. I had to remember not to use scientific principles, which meant no swords, sheilds, etc. Apparently that included levers and pullies too. Brian had taught me magic and sent me on my way with Jamie, who claimed to know where the 'pillars' were. He also told me what I was gifted to and what that meant.
According to him, I was gifted to Water and that made me a healer. He said I was gifted to something else too, but the less I knew the better because I already had enough trouble trying not to be scientific.
"So where are the pillars?" I asked. Jamie merely pointed South. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She said sharply. I cringed a little.
"But you're usually talkative. Why-" She cut me off.
"Because I'm doing something I don't want to do for people I don't like, and it's all because you hold the key to the future past." She replied angrily.
"What's the key to the future past?" I asked. I knew it was naive to even try to talk to her, but it made me feel better not to be silent.
She sighed. "The future past is the mythical scroll on which all the possible effects of every possible affect is written. You are capable of deciphering it."
"Why do you need it deciphered? Can't it just be left alone?" I asked. If I'd learned anything from the Never Ending Story, it was that books like that were dangerous.
"Well, that's just it. I don't see a need to decipher it, but I'm stuck taking you to the pillars anyway, because I defended a friend of mine a long time ago and the grudge hasn't been forgotten." She replied as she led me over a rocky ledge. It was a difficult climb, but I still managed to make it.
"I thought that's what you're supposed to do. Defend people you care for and help people in need." I thought out loud.
"You are, but things aren't as clear cut as they seem." Jamie replied. As we crested the ledge, a pair of black robed figures pulled us up. They pushed us roughly along and threw us down a short distance off on soft grass.
"What will you have us do with them Sire?" one of the figures asked. His voice was emotionless and I recognized him as a Duuk Tsarrith that Jamie had warned me about. They were apparently the police force.
"Where did you find them?" A man, warmth premeating his voice, asked.
"Cresting the ledge over there." The emotionless voice replied.
"Let them go. Technologists wouldn't have a catalyst and certainly wouldn't have one so embroiled in scandal as this," he replied jovially.
"I see my reputation precedes me Highness." Jamie replied. We had stumbled onto the camp of a king or prince of some kingdom and these were seemingly his guards.
"Indeed it does. How did you find your way back after you were banished beyond the barrier?" He asked. He raised us to our feet and sent the Duuk Tsarrith away.
"It's a long story." Her stomach gurgled softly.
"Seems like we're going to be dishing out some of that famous Sharakan hospitality." he said again jovially, leading us to the camp fire.
Neep! How was that? It wasn't worth the wait was it? *sigh* My muses were working hard, but the clock I painted on the wall just didn't seem to help them.
Kurt: You know, not all Americans are bad.
Karla: Scott, Warren, The Blob, George Bush Sr and Jr, need I continue?
Kurt: ...
Karla: That's what I thought.
The world wasn't really that complicated. I had to remember not to use scientific principles, which meant no swords, sheilds, etc. Apparently that included levers and pullies too. Brian had taught me magic and sent me on my way with Jamie, who claimed to know where the 'pillars' were. He also told me what I was gifted to and what that meant.
According to him, I was gifted to Water and that made me a healer. He said I was gifted to something else too, but the less I knew the better because I already had enough trouble trying not to be scientific.
"So where are the pillars?" I asked. Jamie merely pointed South. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She said sharply. I cringed a little.
"But you're usually talkative. Why-" She cut me off.
"Because I'm doing something I don't want to do for people I don't like, and it's all because you hold the key to the future past." She replied angrily.
"What's the key to the future past?" I asked. I knew it was naive to even try to talk to her, but it made me feel better not to be silent.
She sighed. "The future past is the mythical scroll on which all the possible effects of every possible affect is written. You are capable of deciphering it."
"Why do you need it deciphered? Can't it just be left alone?" I asked. If I'd learned anything from the Never Ending Story, it was that books like that were dangerous.
"Well, that's just it. I don't see a need to decipher it, but I'm stuck taking you to the pillars anyway, because I defended a friend of mine a long time ago and the grudge hasn't been forgotten." She replied as she led me over a rocky ledge. It was a difficult climb, but I still managed to make it.
"I thought that's what you're supposed to do. Defend people you care for and help people in need." I thought out loud.
"You are, but things aren't as clear cut as they seem." Jamie replied. As we crested the ledge, a pair of black robed figures pulled us up. They pushed us roughly along and threw us down a short distance off on soft grass.
"What will you have us do with them Sire?" one of the figures asked. His voice was emotionless and I recognized him as a Duuk Tsarrith that Jamie had warned me about. They were apparently the police force.
"Where did you find them?" A man, warmth premeating his voice, asked.
"Cresting the ledge over there." The emotionless voice replied.
"Let them go. Technologists wouldn't have a catalyst and certainly wouldn't have one so embroiled in scandal as this," he replied jovially.
"I see my reputation precedes me Highness." Jamie replied. We had stumbled onto the camp of a king or prince of some kingdom and these were seemingly his guards.
"Indeed it does. How did you find your way back after you were banished beyond the barrier?" He asked. He raised us to our feet and sent the Duuk Tsarrith away.
"It's a long story." Her stomach gurgled softly.
"Seems like we're going to be dishing out some of that famous Sharakan hospitality." he said again jovially, leading us to the camp fire.
Neep! How was that? It wasn't worth the wait was it? *sigh* My muses were working hard, but the clock I painted on the wall just didn't seem to help them.