I woke to a slight nagging in my mind. The first thing that I
noticed was that I was not on my own bed. The second was that I was being
watched.
I rolled over to see Minty watching me, a great deal of concern on her face, "How ya feelin?"
"Ohhh," I groaned, "What happened?"
"Ya passed out. I had to drag you here, my room was closer than yours, by Fire and Rain, you are HEAVY."
I laughed, "Well thanks, it feels good for someone to actually be worried about me. How long've I been out?"
"'Bout four weeks, it's a good thing that you don't need to eat."
I gaped at her, "F-FOUR WEEKS? Did I really use that much power?"
"Yeah, I saw the whole thing through our link, it was AWESOME."
"I could have made it more graphic, but I wanted to hurry." Then a thought crossed my mind, "How often has dad come in?"
Her face grew grave as she answered, "He hadn't even asked bout you."
"Oh well, its not as if that's any different than normal. What day 'zit?" I said as I climbed off of the bed.
"It's the third day of five day break."
"Hmm, hey d'ya got anythin t'eat?"
"I still don't get you, ya don need to eat, why do you?"
"Its fun."
"If you say so. Lunch was just over, maybe there are some left-overs in the mess-hall."
At that I touched her nose, "TAG YOUR IT," and took off in the direction of the mess-hall.
She tackled me just outside the mess-hall doors, then said as she got off of me, "Now YOUR it," then opened the door and went in.
Because I was sore, it took me a few minutes to get up and get in. Just before I opened the door, I heard a familiar, slow voice call to me, "Hey, wimp, ja fan-ly get up?"
I turned around to see my twin brother walking towards me. He and I, while twins, differed greatly, I had incredible magic and I was fast (both physically and mentally) but had no strength to speak of, while he could easily lift Minty and myself (total of about 250 pounds) and hurl us through the steel walls of the mess-hall, but he had almost no magic and was slightly dim-witted.
He couldn't understand, though neither could I, why Minty liked me over him. We both thought that girls liked muscle-bound gladiators.
He frogged me on the arm as he passed, slamming my sore body into the wall, and went into the mess. I stepped in to see him at a table, harassing Minty. She obviously wanted him to leave, but he didn't want to leave.
As I got closer I could hear their conversation, ". . . c'mon, Joey's a loser, he couldn't 'elp you do anytin, and you know dat."
"Shut up and go away," she told him, apparently neither of them knew I was near.
"'Kay, but I wan a kiss foist. Gimme a kiss." He lunged at her and grabbed her, she struggled, but could do nothing to him, he greatly over powered her.
I felt something in me snap, the sight of someone threatening my best friend threw me into a blood-lust rage.
"LET . . . HER . . . GO," was all I said as I sent a violet lightning bolt at him. When it hit him his grip on Minty dropped and he flew into a table, smoking and groaning in pain.
Minty grabbed my tray, knowing that she had put too much food on it for me to lift, and we left in a hurry, running back to her room.
When we got back to her room, we burst out laughing, "I'll betcha he wudn't 'spectin THAT," said Minty, gasping for breath.
"Yeah, me too. Ya know, for a wimp ah sure pack a punch."
We laughed for several more minutes before I stopped and ate. Minty just watched as I stuffed the food in my mouth as fast as I possibly could.
After I had eaten my fill, Minty shoved a book in my face, "'Kay, now that you stuffed yer face, lets get started on that demi-plane."
I opened the book to the table of contents, found the section on demi- planes, and then flipped to it. I read the section and found out that it was a ritual.
"This is NOT gonna be easy," I said, "It says we need four demon ritual candles, a blood circle, and a bon-fire."
"NO WAY."
"Nah, I'm just pullin yer leg, we really only need one white, one black, and one red candle, a ritual knife, and the casters have to be mind- linked."
"Well, THAT'S just great, where're we gonna getta ritual knife?"
"Don know. Hmm. Maybe dad has one we can take."
"Oh yeah, like we could even get it if he does. You know da library is only a little guarded, his stuff has to have a major spell on it."
I was suddenly struck by inspiration, I flipped back to the table of contents and looked up ritual knife. I found it, it was pretty easy to make one.
I sent Minty to get a kitchen knife. I pricked our fingers with it, letting some blood drip down it, then we both held the handleand put our own energy into it. The knife glowed crimson with mine, then sky-blue with hers, then green as they mixed.
"So, that's it?"
"That's all the book says."
"Then lets get started."
Minty got the candles, told her parents that we were going to bed early, then came back and locked the door.
We set up the candles in a triangle, stood in the center, and pushed our power through the knife, just as the book instructed. We held it over our heads, then pointed at each candle, pouring energy into them. Each flame turned green under our power.
I looked back at the book to read the incantation, I was to read the words and put the appropriate names or words in where needed, "Dos uniam, riktor pra, eviendos chiropraktus, zos, by the power of Fire and Rain we call to us the power of worlds, the power to make our own, the power control it, and the power to re . . . restricit . . . restrict others from entring."
The power in the candles and knife focused above us and I whispered to Minty, "Think real hard 'bout whatcha want to be yer doorway in an' push all of your power into the knife."
She nodded in understanding, then we both pushed the rest of our energy into the knife. The power exploded, snuffing out the candles and shattering the knife.
A mediaeval door appeared before Minty, which opened, and a rip appeared before me. We stepped through and they closed behind us, but we didn't have a chance to look around because we were yanked back out and we passed out on the floor from the usage of all of our energy . . .
We woke at 7:30 the next day. We untangled from each other and looked around. We were glad to see the stuff still in place, that meant that no one came in. Everyone in the station almost expected explosions from our rooms, we did it often, so no one must've come to inspect this one.
We both were sore and had a headache, though mine was worse, having not fully recovered from my last exertion. We took a few deep breaths and I opened the book again.
I read the passage that told how to open our 'doors', "'To open the prospective doorway to the new demi-plane, simply concentrate on what was used and feed with some energy.' Well that shouldn't be too hard, but be careful Minty, we are pretty drained, using anymore power will probably hurt."
She nodded, but we still tried. It DID hurt, a lot, but we still opened our doors and went in.
Inside was desolate, there was absolutely nothing, a big white nothing that seemed to stretch to infinity.
"We need to put some beds in here," commented Minty.
Then we gasped as two beds appeared.
Minty and I exchanged glances, "Wow, Minty, h-how d'ja do that?"
"I-I don know, I just really wanted some beds, then they appeared."
"Lemme try," I said. I focused and the white infinity became a blue one.
"Well this is kewl, but how is this gonna help us get more time, like you said?"
"Well, according to the book, we can make it so that hours in here are nothing but minutes out there. It said that alla da creators need to all focus on makin it like that at the same time."
We tried it, "Um, Joey? How do we tell if it worked?"
"Lets just go to sleep, when we get up and leave we will see how much time has passed."
We slept for nearly 12 hours, but when we left we found out that only 12 minutes had passed.
Our greatest creation was a huge SUCCESS . . .
I rolled over to see Minty watching me, a great deal of concern on her face, "How ya feelin?"
"Ohhh," I groaned, "What happened?"
"Ya passed out. I had to drag you here, my room was closer than yours, by Fire and Rain, you are HEAVY."
I laughed, "Well thanks, it feels good for someone to actually be worried about me. How long've I been out?"
"'Bout four weeks, it's a good thing that you don't need to eat."
I gaped at her, "F-FOUR WEEKS? Did I really use that much power?"
"Yeah, I saw the whole thing through our link, it was AWESOME."
"I could have made it more graphic, but I wanted to hurry." Then a thought crossed my mind, "How often has dad come in?"
Her face grew grave as she answered, "He hadn't even asked bout you."
"Oh well, its not as if that's any different than normal. What day 'zit?" I said as I climbed off of the bed.
"It's the third day of five day break."
"Hmm, hey d'ya got anythin t'eat?"
"I still don't get you, ya don need to eat, why do you?"
"Its fun."
"If you say so. Lunch was just over, maybe there are some left-overs in the mess-hall."
At that I touched her nose, "TAG YOUR IT," and took off in the direction of the mess-hall.
She tackled me just outside the mess-hall doors, then said as she got off of me, "Now YOUR it," then opened the door and went in.
Because I was sore, it took me a few minutes to get up and get in. Just before I opened the door, I heard a familiar, slow voice call to me, "Hey, wimp, ja fan-ly get up?"
I turned around to see my twin brother walking towards me. He and I, while twins, differed greatly, I had incredible magic and I was fast (both physically and mentally) but had no strength to speak of, while he could easily lift Minty and myself (total of about 250 pounds) and hurl us through the steel walls of the mess-hall, but he had almost no magic and was slightly dim-witted.
He couldn't understand, though neither could I, why Minty liked me over him. We both thought that girls liked muscle-bound gladiators.
He frogged me on the arm as he passed, slamming my sore body into the wall, and went into the mess. I stepped in to see him at a table, harassing Minty. She obviously wanted him to leave, but he didn't want to leave.
As I got closer I could hear their conversation, ". . . c'mon, Joey's a loser, he couldn't 'elp you do anytin, and you know dat."
"Shut up and go away," she told him, apparently neither of them knew I was near.
"'Kay, but I wan a kiss foist. Gimme a kiss." He lunged at her and grabbed her, she struggled, but could do nothing to him, he greatly over powered her.
I felt something in me snap, the sight of someone threatening my best friend threw me into a blood-lust rage.
"LET . . . HER . . . GO," was all I said as I sent a violet lightning bolt at him. When it hit him his grip on Minty dropped and he flew into a table, smoking and groaning in pain.
Minty grabbed my tray, knowing that she had put too much food on it for me to lift, and we left in a hurry, running back to her room.
When we got back to her room, we burst out laughing, "I'll betcha he wudn't 'spectin THAT," said Minty, gasping for breath.
"Yeah, me too. Ya know, for a wimp ah sure pack a punch."
We laughed for several more minutes before I stopped and ate. Minty just watched as I stuffed the food in my mouth as fast as I possibly could.
After I had eaten my fill, Minty shoved a book in my face, "'Kay, now that you stuffed yer face, lets get started on that demi-plane."
I opened the book to the table of contents, found the section on demi- planes, and then flipped to it. I read the section and found out that it was a ritual.
"This is NOT gonna be easy," I said, "It says we need four demon ritual candles, a blood circle, and a bon-fire."
"NO WAY."
"Nah, I'm just pullin yer leg, we really only need one white, one black, and one red candle, a ritual knife, and the casters have to be mind- linked."
"Well, THAT'S just great, where're we gonna getta ritual knife?"
"Don know. Hmm. Maybe dad has one we can take."
"Oh yeah, like we could even get it if he does. You know da library is only a little guarded, his stuff has to have a major spell on it."
I was suddenly struck by inspiration, I flipped back to the table of contents and looked up ritual knife. I found it, it was pretty easy to make one.
I sent Minty to get a kitchen knife. I pricked our fingers with it, letting some blood drip down it, then we both held the handleand put our own energy into it. The knife glowed crimson with mine, then sky-blue with hers, then green as they mixed.
"So, that's it?"
"That's all the book says."
"Then lets get started."
Minty got the candles, told her parents that we were going to bed early, then came back and locked the door.
We set up the candles in a triangle, stood in the center, and pushed our power through the knife, just as the book instructed. We held it over our heads, then pointed at each candle, pouring energy into them. Each flame turned green under our power.
I looked back at the book to read the incantation, I was to read the words and put the appropriate names or words in where needed, "Dos uniam, riktor pra, eviendos chiropraktus, zos, by the power of Fire and Rain we call to us the power of worlds, the power to make our own, the power control it, and the power to re . . . restricit . . . restrict others from entring."
The power in the candles and knife focused above us and I whispered to Minty, "Think real hard 'bout whatcha want to be yer doorway in an' push all of your power into the knife."
She nodded in understanding, then we both pushed the rest of our energy into the knife. The power exploded, snuffing out the candles and shattering the knife.
A mediaeval door appeared before Minty, which opened, and a rip appeared before me. We stepped through and they closed behind us, but we didn't have a chance to look around because we were yanked back out and we passed out on the floor from the usage of all of our energy . . .
We woke at 7:30 the next day. We untangled from each other and looked around. We were glad to see the stuff still in place, that meant that no one came in. Everyone in the station almost expected explosions from our rooms, we did it often, so no one must've come to inspect this one.
We both were sore and had a headache, though mine was worse, having not fully recovered from my last exertion. We took a few deep breaths and I opened the book again.
I read the passage that told how to open our 'doors', "'To open the prospective doorway to the new demi-plane, simply concentrate on what was used and feed with some energy.' Well that shouldn't be too hard, but be careful Minty, we are pretty drained, using anymore power will probably hurt."
She nodded, but we still tried. It DID hurt, a lot, but we still opened our doors and went in.
Inside was desolate, there was absolutely nothing, a big white nothing that seemed to stretch to infinity.
"We need to put some beds in here," commented Minty.
Then we gasped as two beds appeared.
Minty and I exchanged glances, "Wow, Minty, h-how d'ja do that?"
"I-I don know, I just really wanted some beds, then they appeared."
"Lemme try," I said. I focused and the white infinity became a blue one.
"Well this is kewl, but how is this gonna help us get more time, like you said?"
"Well, according to the book, we can make it so that hours in here are nothing but minutes out there. It said that alla da creators need to all focus on makin it like that at the same time."
We tried it, "Um, Joey? How do we tell if it worked?"
"Lets just go to sleep, when we get up and leave we will see how much time has passed."
We slept for nearly 12 hours, but when we left we found out that only 12 minutes had passed.
Our greatest creation was a huge SUCCESS . . .