Yay! Another update, and so soon! I dun' own David Eddings or Bevier, I do own Tammas. I suppose I own his theory (Not that it's very original, but yeah ^_^). Huzzah.
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We walked up the stairs, and I took in the dust, cobwebs and dirt, which covered the walls. The professor was obviously in hard times. We reached the door and Bevier didn't even bother knocking. He merely planted his foot squarely on the area around the handle, and kicked it sharply open.
"Hey! Be careful!" came the same wheezing voice from the intercom. It belonged to a skinny old man with thinning grey hair and worn clothes.
"Professor Tammas?" asked my brother. The old man nodded slowly. "We need your help with something!"
"Do yer now? Well, la di da! Find someone else!"
"No! Really! We need your help! Our friend here is from another world and we need to find out how to send him back!"
"Yes, I'm sure." he said in a voice heavy with sarcasm. "Pull the other one, it has bells on."
"No, but-"
"I've had enough prank calls and jokers to last me a lifetime. And you are one of the less convincing ones, I assure you."
Bevier picked the guy up by the front of his shirt and pushed him against the wall. "Look, I wish to return to Eosia. You can help us the easy way or the hard way but I am NOT willing to waste my time! Now, do you believe us or will I have to persuade you?"
The man struggled feebly against Bevier's grip. "Alright, alright, I believe you, put me down!" Bevier let go of him and he rubbed his chest, giving the knight an injured look.
"No need to get violent on me, I'm just an old man! Anyway, so you're from this...Eosia was it?" we all nodded. The man shuffled forward, screwing up his face and squinting at Bevier.
"Who are you?"
"I am Sir Bevier, champion of the Cyrinic Knights of Arcium."
"Are you now?"
"Yes."
He examined the knight for a few minutes longer, then nodded thoughtfully.
"Did you come here about a month ago, during that storm?"
Again we all nodded and the man let out a sigh.
"Come and sit down."
Once seated, Tammas examined us over the tops of his fingers.
"I specialise in a lot of things, and I think I might know what this is, but tell me, in detail, what happened the night you came here."
"Well, I was headed to Cimmura when I was attacked by bandits. I was holding them off easily, but then my horse spooked at something and threw me. I just remember falling to the ground and then waking up here."
"Was it stormy?"
"Yes."
"Did you experience a sense of nausea upon waking up?"
"Yes."
"Dizziness?"
"Yes."
"Did you injure yourself coming here?"
"Not that I know of."
"Who was the first person you met upon arriving?"
I timidly raised my hand.
"Did you hear anything odd that night?"
"Only thunder." I replied.
"Ah." he sat happily for a minute or so, turning things over in his head.
"Well?" my brother eventually asked. Tammas sighed.
"As you all probably know, well," he said with the hint of a smile at Bevier, "as you should realise now anyway, there are many different worlds and parallel dimensions. They are all usually separate. However, it is my theory that sometimes, if enough random energy is built up, it can make a gateway through from world to world. The chances of this happening are very slender, but not impossible, as your knightly friend has proved."
"Is there a way to go back?" asked Bevier tensely. A pained expression appeared on Tammas' face, and he shook his head.
"The chances of enough energy building up again within even the next millennium are practically non-existent. I'm sorry, but it looks like you're stuck here."
Bevier nodded sadly, as if confirming something he had known all along. As we left the building I tried to feel bad, but against my very best efforts, there was still a part of me that did a little dance of happiness.
"Don't worry," said Hugh, "There is still a chance, even a tiny one, that another gate could come. Besides, he might not know what he's talking about!"
"Maybe," said Bevier neutrally, "But I'd better get used to here, in any case."
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Hugh decided that, since we were in Glasgow anyway, we might as well have a look around some shops. No, corrections, since we were in Glasgow anyway, he would drag us around music shops and make us stand for hours in the high street while he worshipped guitars.
"Look at this one! Wow! Such a beast!"
I stood muttering under my breath.
"Bloody guitar shops. Oh, let's go shopping! He says, but do we even go to any bookshops? Nooooooooooo! I mean, what's the use of shopping if you don't even stop for a peek in a bookstore?!"
"Hi Marjory!" I spun round, my heart sinking, and saw about half the girls from my classes all standing around holding shopping bags.
"Uhh.... Hi." I tried to surreptitiously sidle in front of Bevier.
"What you doing?" asked Cara Wilson.
"Oh, just shopping.... Ahahahahaha...aha..."
"Are you here with your brother?" asked another girl.
"Uhh...no."
"...But he's right behind you..."
"Oh! My big brother? Yes, I'm here with him, I thought you were talking about my little brother because, uhhh, he's not here!" I let out another little half-hysterical laugh.
"Well, we're shopping to and-" Chiara stopped mid-sentence. "Who is that guy next to your brother?!"
"What guy?!?!" I squeaked.
"The one in the...cape?"
"Oh, him! He's uhh...uhhh..uhhh.."
"He's so HOT!" gasped Kyle.
"Oh...my...god..." moaned Ceihdle, "has anyone got a mirror? My hair must be a total mess!"
"Why's he dressed like that?" asked Amanda.
"Oh..well..you see..." I tried to think up a suitable excuse for Bevier's clothes, "Well, he's part of..of...the university Sci Fi and Fantasy club!"
Yes! Thank you, Glasgow University!
"And they have this thing where they dress as, like, characters and do pub crawls and stuff."
Understanding dawned on the faces of my peers.
"You are, like, so lucky!" squealed Sara, "I wish my brother knew guys as hot as him!"
"I know!" sighed Chiara.
"Sex on legs!" drooled Hannah.
"He must, like, work out," said Ceihdle.
"So...hot...." murmured Kylie, who seemed to have gone into a trance.
I was beginning to get a little jealous.
"Is he, like, single?" asked Ceihdle.
OH NO YOU DON'T! MINE! MY BEVIER! NOT YOURS!
"Marjory?" I looked up to see Hugh beckoning me, "Time we went home!"
"Okay!" I called out. Turning round, I managed to give my peers a wave and bared my teeth in what I hoped was a civil smile. They didn't seem to notice all to busy standing with their mouths open staring at Bevier.
"So.......hot!" moaned Kylie again, and there were murmurs of agreement among the rest of the group. I rolled my eyes, and then walked off. Honestly, did these girls have no dignity?! (----Ahahaha, like I do...XD )
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