A/N: Banadar- Good point. I'm going to say that he just made something up to show her to make the point that Companions used to be Heralds. That hadn't occured to me till you mentioned it. thanx!
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Chapter Three
Chloe had often wondered how horses could stand eating the same thing over and over and over again. It was just grass, maybe oats for variety. So either horses had supersensitive taste buds, or grass was more flavorful than she thought. This particular patch had a light airy taste, yet was strangely filling. Kinda like cheesecake but without the fat.
The grass did indeed look greener on the other side of the river, so Chloe meandered over to munch there for awhile. For some reason, the flavor here was vaguely reminiscent of a chocolate milkshake.
:: Mmm, grass. :: Chloe munched contentedly. She had always been one of those evil people who eat a whole bucket of ice cream for dinner without gaining an ounce; so fixation on food was nothing new to her. The grass was so engrossing, in fact, that Rolan seemed to appear out of nowhere, when in fact he'd been standing there for several minutes.
:: Chloe! ::
:: Ack! ::
:: I would like you to meet someone. :: Rolan said and paced off toward the edge of the Field. Chloe trotted behind him, wondering what it would be this time. Over the past couple of days, Rolan kept popping up and asking her if she knew what her Glorious Destiny was yet. It was very distracting.
Glorious Destinies aside, Chloe was beginning to enjoy her stay in Ye Olden Days. The horses were an interesting bunch of people, the grass was good, and no one was trying to make her go to chemistry class. She had come to the conclusion that this was either a dream/hallucination, so she might as well have fun while it lasted, or reality, so she might as well deal with it.
:: Where we going? ::
:: You are here for a purpose. :: Oh great, Glorious Destinies again. :: You may have memories of that purpose that are simply locked away. My Chosen can help you unlock those memories. ::
:: And what if I don't have any answers locked away in my head? :: Rolan didn't answer. Chloe wasn't so sure she wanted someone mucking around in her head, but she trusted these guys. They wouldn't hurt her. Not on purpose anyway.
Rolan's Chosen was one of those people in white suits that seemed to be everywhere. She introduced herself as Talia.
"What I'm going to do is look through your memories and see if you have anything blocked out, and if you do, I'll try to unlock it. Okay?"
Chloe looked at Rolan, then back to Talia. She would have shrugged, except that equine anatomy is utterly unsuited to shrugging. She settled for a nod. Talia placed her hand on Chloe's broad forehead. Chloe closed her eyes and tried not to think. It was very 'Crossing Over With John Edwards.' The sensation was curiously like a breeze twirling around inside her skull.
:: I feel like such a dork. ::
:: I'm sure you do. :: Chloe wondered if Rolan knew what a dork was.
Talia dropped her hand with a sigh of frustration. "I don't know what to make of you young lady."
So much for Rolan's theory. "I'm afraid that we'll just have to wait and see." Talia said, clearly worried.
:: Why is everyone all freaked out? :: Chloe asked, tired of everyone treating her like a portent of doom. Rolan launched into a long explanation of the recent history of the Valdemar. After a few minutes he came round to the point.
:: Having Two Grove-Born Companions was an event of incredible importance. Normally, there is only one Grove-Born in a generation. Two were needed because of the earth shattering changes this generation was to face. This generation has seen two devastating wars, the end of a generations-long feud with the Karsites, and a magical Cataclysm. What three could mean… ::
:: We're royally screwed? :: Chloe offered. :: Great, fabulous. This would happen to me. ::
In defiance of equine anatomy, Rolan shrugged. :: All of those things were for the better of Valdemar in the end. :: He offered.
:: But they still weren't any fun to live through. :: From the sound of it, they had narrowly avoided an apocalypse several times.
:: I guess we will just have to wait and see. ::
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Chapter Three
Chloe had often wondered how horses could stand eating the same thing over and over and over again. It was just grass, maybe oats for variety. So either horses had supersensitive taste buds, or grass was more flavorful than she thought. This particular patch had a light airy taste, yet was strangely filling. Kinda like cheesecake but without the fat.
The grass did indeed look greener on the other side of the river, so Chloe meandered over to munch there for awhile. For some reason, the flavor here was vaguely reminiscent of a chocolate milkshake.
:: Mmm, grass. :: Chloe munched contentedly. She had always been one of those evil people who eat a whole bucket of ice cream for dinner without gaining an ounce; so fixation on food was nothing new to her. The grass was so engrossing, in fact, that Rolan seemed to appear out of nowhere, when in fact he'd been standing there for several minutes.
:: Chloe! ::
:: Ack! ::
:: I would like you to meet someone. :: Rolan said and paced off toward the edge of the Field. Chloe trotted behind him, wondering what it would be this time. Over the past couple of days, Rolan kept popping up and asking her if she knew what her Glorious Destiny was yet. It was very distracting.
Glorious Destinies aside, Chloe was beginning to enjoy her stay in Ye Olden Days. The horses were an interesting bunch of people, the grass was good, and no one was trying to make her go to chemistry class. She had come to the conclusion that this was either a dream/hallucination, so she might as well have fun while it lasted, or reality, so she might as well deal with it.
:: Where we going? ::
:: You are here for a purpose. :: Oh great, Glorious Destinies again. :: You may have memories of that purpose that are simply locked away. My Chosen can help you unlock those memories. ::
:: And what if I don't have any answers locked away in my head? :: Rolan didn't answer. Chloe wasn't so sure she wanted someone mucking around in her head, but she trusted these guys. They wouldn't hurt her. Not on purpose anyway.
Rolan's Chosen was one of those people in white suits that seemed to be everywhere. She introduced herself as Talia.
"What I'm going to do is look through your memories and see if you have anything blocked out, and if you do, I'll try to unlock it. Okay?"
Chloe looked at Rolan, then back to Talia. She would have shrugged, except that equine anatomy is utterly unsuited to shrugging. She settled for a nod. Talia placed her hand on Chloe's broad forehead. Chloe closed her eyes and tried not to think. It was very 'Crossing Over With John Edwards.' The sensation was curiously like a breeze twirling around inside her skull.
:: I feel like such a dork. ::
:: I'm sure you do. :: Chloe wondered if Rolan knew what a dork was.
Talia dropped her hand with a sigh of frustration. "I don't know what to make of you young lady."
So much for Rolan's theory. "I'm afraid that we'll just have to wait and see." Talia said, clearly worried.
:: Why is everyone all freaked out? :: Chloe asked, tired of everyone treating her like a portent of doom. Rolan launched into a long explanation of the recent history of the Valdemar. After a few minutes he came round to the point.
:: Having Two Grove-Born Companions was an event of incredible importance. Normally, there is only one Grove-Born in a generation. Two were needed because of the earth shattering changes this generation was to face. This generation has seen two devastating wars, the end of a generations-long feud with the Karsites, and a magical Cataclysm. What three could mean… ::
:: We're royally screwed? :: Chloe offered. :: Great, fabulous. This would happen to me. ::
In defiance of equine anatomy, Rolan shrugged. :: All of those things were for the better of Valdemar in the end. :: He offered.
:: But they still weren't any fun to live through. :: From the sound of it, they had narrowly avoided an apocalypse several times.
:: I guess we will just have to wait and see. ::
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Make your voice heard.
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