Here's your next dose of Afterlife. Thanks to all the reviewers, you really
keep me going!!
A/N: It's not really our time and it isn't in a city that exists, simply because I actually don't know what these are like. I never was in any REALLY big city myself, you know.
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Afterlife? No: -Aftershock!
Chapter Five
Boromir didn't think of going to the room, Cooper had called the "Waiting Room". He much rather wanted to see what the outside of this building looked like. He stepped to a nearby window, which had just as little decoration as everything else.
The whole building seemed to have been constructed with the idea that it should be as unassuming and bare as possible! The view that met him now, shocked him more than anything:
Looking down, he saw that the building was about as high as the highest tower in Minas Tirith. Far, far below, he saw streets, and nearby stood a building as high as the one he was in, and a bit further away another, and even further away, another!
The house was one great number of towering buildings, as he had never seen before. And in between them ran the streets.
The streets, however, weren't restricted to the ground. There were vehicles flying through the air as if they were on the ground. There was one of those airstreets right on the height of his window. Boromir watched, fascinated, as one, two, three, a score of the vehicles zoomed passed him, blinking in the sunlight.
"What IS this place?" He murmured to himself.
"Bearon, what a silly question!" The voice of a child said from his elbow.
Boromir looked down into the face of the girl beside him. "Why silly?"
"Everyone knows Bearon!" The expression on the girl's face turned curious. "Why don't you know?"
Boromir shrugged. He pointed to the flying vehicles. "And what are those?"
Now the girl grinned cheekily. "You ARE silly. They're airscooters, of course!"
Boromir scowled, at the girl calling him silly and she shrank back a bit, clearly intimidated by his mean demeanour. Yet, she answered him, when he asked, "How do they fly?"
Shrugging, she said: "Don't know. But my Da would know, he constructs them. What do you do?"
"I'm the son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor." Boromir replied, automatically.
The girl stared at him, open-mouthed. "You're from the "instable"-section, aren't you?"
Puzzled, Boromir replied her stare of interest, mingled with a small portion of fear. "I am not of that "section"." He told her firmly. "I was brought here after I was pierced by arrows. Now I am healed and will leave this place as soon as I retrieve my clothes. -And my sword."
The girl's mouth remained open. "What on earth do you need a sword for?"
"To defend my city and my people from the shadow of the East." Boromir answered, the truth of his words so strong, that the girl shuddered involuntarily.
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do you like it?? eh? eh? ....
A/N: It's not really our time and it isn't in a city that exists, simply because I actually don't know what these are like. I never was in any REALLY big city myself, you know.
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Afterlife? No: -Aftershock!
Chapter Five
Boromir didn't think of going to the room, Cooper had called the "Waiting Room". He much rather wanted to see what the outside of this building looked like. He stepped to a nearby window, which had just as little decoration as everything else.
The whole building seemed to have been constructed with the idea that it should be as unassuming and bare as possible! The view that met him now, shocked him more than anything:
Looking down, he saw that the building was about as high as the highest tower in Minas Tirith. Far, far below, he saw streets, and nearby stood a building as high as the one he was in, and a bit further away another, and even further away, another!
The house was one great number of towering buildings, as he had never seen before. And in between them ran the streets.
The streets, however, weren't restricted to the ground. There were vehicles flying through the air as if they were on the ground. There was one of those airstreets right on the height of his window. Boromir watched, fascinated, as one, two, three, a score of the vehicles zoomed passed him, blinking in the sunlight.
"What IS this place?" He murmured to himself.
"Bearon, what a silly question!" The voice of a child said from his elbow.
Boromir looked down into the face of the girl beside him. "Why silly?"
"Everyone knows Bearon!" The expression on the girl's face turned curious. "Why don't you know?"
Boromir shrugged. He pointed to the flying vehicles. "And what are those?"
Now the girl grinned cheekily. "You ARE silly. They're airscooters, of course!"
Boromir scowled, at the girl calling him silly and she shrank back a bit, clearly intimidated by his mean demeanour. Yet, she answered him, when he asked, "How do they fly?"
Shrugging, she said: "Don't know. But my Da would know, he constructs them. What do you do?"
"I'm the son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor." Boromir replied, automatically.
The girl stared at him, open-mouthed. "You're from the "instable"-section, aren't you?"
Puzzled, Boromir replied her stare of interest, mingled with a small portion of fear. "I am not of that "section"." He told her firmly. "I was brought here after I was pierced by arrows. Now I am healed and will leave this place as soon as I retrieve my clothes. -And my sword."
The girl's mouth remained open. "What on earth do you need a sword for?"
"To defend my city and my people from the shadow of the East." Boromir answered, the truth of his words so strong, that the girl shuddered involuntarily.
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do you like it?? eh? eh? ....