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Where We Left Off- It's been a while, so I'll refresh your memories. In the last chapter, Carter went to his high school graduation with his friends Arie and Adam. Only, when it was his turn to collect his diploma, both Arie and Adam disappeared, and the world around him morphed into Endiness.
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Revolution- Chapter Two
Carter opened his mouth to say something but no words came out; he shut it and stared at the scene in front of him incredulously. People wearing long, rather old-fashioned robes stared back, whispering anxiously among themselves and pointing quivering fingers at him.
A man with long, blonde hair, wearing considerably more royal clothes than anyone else, stood close to him and gaped with wide eyes beside the elderly man who was now barking, "I said stay away from King Albert!"
Carter was too far in his state of utter shock and confusion to move. He only let his mouth drop open. What was happening? Was this definitely some sort of act, right?
But then, a voice contradicted within him, why would all of that be different?
And he knew that the fact that everything surrounding him had morphed into new, stranger objects, could not have been an act. He could only hope he was wrong….
"Stay away, I say! Or," the elderly man proceeded in a threatening manner, "you will be severely punished!"
Carter was breathless. "Wh- who are you? What happened to—?" But he was at a complete loss for words. This had to be an act for graduation, it just had to…
…right?
A man in a long black cloak snorted from a little while away. He swept from his current position, which, Carter had failed to notice, had been somewhere to his right, and made his way to the three.
His pale, cold, penetrating eyes stared at the confused young man in front of him for a second before he said calmly, "The minister means that you have approached the King in an unworthy manner, and you apparently do not have the sense to sit back down in your seat."
Carter stared at him. "But—what are you talking about? Who—I haven't—"
"But that is not all he was doing!" the elderly man interjected, paying no heed to Carter's attempt at a response. "He was surely ready to attack His Majesty! No one stomps up here like that who doesn't have intentions to—"
But the man in green robes, the only person who had not yet spoken, shook his head dismissively. "I am sure he was not going to do anything of the sort, Minister, the young man was only—"
"Only what, milordPrancing up here with, say, a weapon in his pocket, ready to kill you? I daresay such acts are not tolerated in this church, Your Majesty. What type of service would I be doing Soa if I had let this happen?"
"What? I wasn't doing anything like that!" Carter returned, becoming irritated at the fact that no one cared to listen to what he had to say about the matter, and wondering vaguely just who Soa was. All he had done to end up here was—well—nothing, and he did not find interest in the fact that he had been wrongly accused of attempted murder. "I don't—"
"Please, do not lie in my church," the minister interrupted, apparently determined that nothing anyone had to say was going to sway him.
Carter gawked at him, hardly able to believe his ears, his eyes, and, interestingly enough, his own thoughts, for he had the distinct impression that something had gone horribly wrong with graduation ceremony. What was happening? And—more importantly—where was he?
"Surely, this is not the case, Minister…. It would, perhaps, be wise for us to proceed with the service, as nothing has gone wrong…."
But Carter, trying very hard not to pay any attention to the several people glaring at him mistrustfully from their seats, had begun to think: What were things like outside? Had the only thing that had changed been this particular building?
He was suddenly determined to find a nearby window to peer out of to clarify this. As weird and unusual as this entire circumstance was, he needed to find out what was going on.
Or—he thought, with a sudden jolt of hope—this could be a dream! Maybe I'm still asleep, snoring in bed, and haven't even gone to the graduating ceremony yet! And at this idea, a slight smile spread across his face. He would pinch himself—as hard as it was necessary—and would spring upward from his bed and snap his eyes open, relieved that the whole thing was a dream… Yes, it would have to work.
The Minister grunted. "…but how can we be sure that this isn't another warrior from Sandora, if we don't at least interrogate him?"
But Carter had already lifted up his left arm in preparation for his plan. His true graduation would be tomorrow. He raised his other hand and thrust it toward the arm.
"OUCH!"
Every eye warily turned to stare at him at once. The area was engulfed in an exceedingly awkward silence.
"Oh, er, sorry," he said sheepishly, looking around and enduring the anger that had swelled up inside him…. So he wasn't dreaming? He would see about this.
Coming out of his thoughts, he saw the Minister sigh and frown deeply, turning to face him.
"Very well," he groaned, after a few more uneasy seconds of silence, evidently very unhappy that Carter had not been chucked out the window by now, "we shall continue—only under the wishes of King Albert, of course." He gestured warmly to the man in green, who smiled politely in response. "But I would be much more comforted if you—" He sent a nasty look at Carter. "—would please take your seat."
Carter smiled politely and slowly walked down the center aisle, but did bother to sit in a seat. Instead, he quietly pushed open the exit doors, slipped outside, closed the doors behind him, swung around to take in his new surroundings—and gasped.
Men and women wearing various attire (some with long robes extending to their ankles; some with strange, battered battle armor of various color and texture; some with strange garments Carter could not recognize at all) were trotting down the streets with much obvious leisure—yet none drove cars, none rode bicycles, and, judging from the expressions on their faces, they looked as though doing this were an everyday routine. Some of them walked by or into numerous shops and homes that were neatly aligned on the edges of the street, connected as though the entire city were one huge condominium.
A glimmering liquid substance sprang from a considerably large water fountain somewhere up the street, and, Carter noted with a sudden jolt in his stomach, no one he knew was anywhere to be seen: not Arie, not Adam, not anyone from his school class, and most definitely not his father. A sudden realization entered Carter's mind soon after this thought, and, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, no matter how insane he felt, he knew, somehow, that it was the truth—
The region of Erring was no more.
It was strange how one side of him thought he was a lunatic, yet another believed it. It felt as if he was being torn between himself—and himself. It was, perhaps, this extremely odd sensation that forced him to march up to the nearest bystander and find out just where he was, and what the hell was going on.
It took him a while to find someone who would answer to his question, as it seemed as if everyone were too much of a good mood to be concerned with someone saying, "Excuse me, sir—I'm a bit lost, can you tell me where I am?" Oddly as it seemed, almost each and every person in the streets seemed to be in a strangely content humor. Some people were whistling merrily to themselves, while others were laughing or strolling down the street with a particularly joyous strut.
Strange. Why was everyone so damn happy?
Carter was becoming very impatient by the time someone actually took the time to have a conversation with him that didn't only consist of "Hello there! Lovely day!" before they turned the corner or waved him goodbye.
Irritated at the situation, he strode up to a middle-aged man with untidy, brown hair—but this time he wasn't going to let the man get away before giving him, Carter, the adequate information he needed. Before Carter could say anything, however, the man he had walked up to turned around before he could even be asked a thing.
"Oh hello there, my dear friend! How are you this lovely evening?" He grasped Carter's hand and shook it with a painfully strong grip, grinning as if he had been having the day of his life. "Good riddance to those Sandoras, huh?"
It seemed like he was not going to leave without allowing Carter ample time to reply, unlike the four or five others Carter had questioned—which was good.
Carter furrowed his brow, confused. Sandoras? There had been a number of things the priest had said back in the church that he did not understand, and the word Sandora was definitely one of them. If he was going to be sent to another dimension, he wanted to at least have a sense of the place; therefore, Carter decided to question this term.
"Sandora?" He knew he sounded brainless.
"Uh…" The man peered at him, as if determining whether Carter was pulling his leg or was completely serious in his inquiry. "Don't know what Sandora is? Not from here, are you?"
"Well, no, not exactly…. Or at least I don't think so… What's the name of this town, again?"
"Oh! Well, that would explain it. Why, you're in Bale, son! The safest city under the protection of King Albert!" The man turned around to gesture to the town's features, which he seemed to take a great amount of pride in.
Carter frowned. "Bale? I haven't heard of it," he said, shaking his head hopelessly. Maybe he was in another dimension.
"Well…surely if you were form here you would know that today is to be celebrated, for just yesterday Sandora was liable to take over the thrown of our beloved king…yet our soldiers fended them off. None of us would be here if it weren't for that! But still…I would've thought the news of it would have spread to other regions of Endiness…?"
Carter just stared at him. "Endiness?"
This time it was the man's turn to frown. "You…haven't heard of Endiness?" he queried slowly.
When Carter shook his head uncertainly, feeling like a fool, the man merely blinked and raised his eyebrows. "Endiness is the name of this planet."
"WHAT?"
The man exhaled, apparently deciding to tackle this problem with another approach. He smiled patiently and asked, "Where are you from?"
"Well," Carter replied, trying hard to keep calm, "I was from a city named Erring, but—"
"Never heard of it! Do you mean Tiberoa? Mille Seseau?"
Carter shook his head to both of these questions.
"Is there area adjacent to Erring that I might know of?"
Carter shook his head again; he knew now for sure what had happened, even if he didn't know why. He inhaled thoroughly before telling the man the truth of his origin.
"I think…I'm from another planet."
And after saying those words, he immediately regretted it—who would believe something like that? It sounded like bull, and therefore Carter would not be surprised if the man fled from his insanity—but he did not. In fact, the man remained completely calm, almost expectant. "You wouldn't be the first one to come to me and say that," he stated contentedly.
"What?"
"You heard me."
Carter's eyes bulged. Was the man saying what he thought he was saying? No, surely there could not be more….
"I—don't understand," Carter faltered, shaking his head, and expecting the middle-aged man to explain. But instead of explaining immediately, the man only walked a few paces away and stared at the ground for a moment. He obviously wanted a moment to think to himself, so Carter did not interrupt, but after more than a minute seemed to pass, Carter could not help himself any longer.
"Er…sir?"
"Well! I wonder what's been going on here!" he said, shrugging. "Heh. Well, I bet I know who can help you." He pointed up ahead. "You see that house?"
Carter shook his head; unfortunately a group of people happened to be conversing animatedly in that direction, blocking his view. When he pointed this out, the man nodded understandingly and said, "Here, follow me." Carter was calmly led to a home that stood in the middle of a row of neatly connected buildings on the edge of the street.
"A woman is in there; she's kind enough to help anyone who needs it," the man reassured him, beginning to retreat from the area. From afar, he continued, "Unfortunately I, being a traveling merchant, am about to make my way to Lohan, so I can't stay to help you sort this thing out. However I am sure she will be delighted to have company, as her son is devoted to fighting for North Serdio, and therefore no longer spends much time at home. Tell her I sent you to her; she'll understand."
And with that, the man waved a goodbye and swept away.
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Well…let's hope this woman knows something, he thought tiredly, exhaling, and knocking on the door before him.
After two knocks, a tidy-looking, 45-or-so year old woman cracked the door open and peered at him. She then smiled at him and opened the door fully.
"Oh, hi there. How may I help you, sweetie?" she greeted in a slightly high-pitched and jovial tone, smiling.
"Hello, um…." Carter decided to get straight to the point. "A man sent me to you…he—"
"Did he have brown hair?" the woman asked suddenly.
He nodded, a bit startled. "Yeah."
"Middle-aged?"
He nodded again. "He left for Lohan," Carter explained.
"That's him, alright. My husband," she added at the quizzical look on his face, and she gave him a welcoming gesture and ushered him inside the home. "Here, have a seat, dear." She pulled out a wooden chair on which Carter awkwardly sat.
The house wasn't quite petite, but it most definitely was not large. Most of it was made of wood, as was the furniture inside: chairs, tables, shelves…. In a room in front of Carter was the kitchen, into which Carter could not see, due to his current position. To the left of him was a flight of stairs, which led to a corridor that Carter also could not see, and behind him was the door. He was seated at a table with a cover decorated with various pictures of flowers draped over it.
"I'll go make us some tea," the woman said, sweeping into the kitchen. Carter heard the distinct sound of dishes clinking together and the sink turning on.
"So, when did you arrive here?" the woman called into his room over the sound of the faucet.
"Oh, just now, Miss—?" Carter responded, his feeling of awkwardness increasing. How did this woman already know that he'd been sent here? He didn't remember telling her….
"Call me Mrs. Slambert.
After a moment, she entered Carter's room with a tray that held two small cups of hot tea. Mrs. Slambert placed the cups in the center of the table, and bent over to take her own seat directly across from Carter.
"So, that was your husband who sent me here?" Carter asked, peering into his tea warily, as if making sure there was nothing perceivably wrong with it. He took a sip of it, and as the liquid entered his mouth, he realized this woman was nothing short of an excellent cook.
"Yes, that was Norton Slambert. He's very strict to our son…who is off fighting for Basil—oh! Maybe you'll get a chance to meet him! You seem like a very kind young man; I know you two will get along. He's coming home for a while before setting off again..."
Carter was still pretty confused about the war involving Basil and—what was the name?—Sandora. He decided to gain more info on the subject. "What, exactly, is the war between Basil and Sandora about, Mrs. Slambert?"
She took a small sip of her tea and calmly set it down again before saying, "Well—I could tell you a bit about it, but I'm sure my son knows much more about it than I. Why don't you ask him when he comes? He should be arriving soon."
Carter nodded and thought. He had so many questions to ask, but had to limit himself; he was quite sure that this woman would fling him back on the street if he was too annoying. Well, not exactly, but he still didn't want to push it.
"Okay," he said. "But I have another question."
"Alright," she said welcomingly. "But first, if you don't mind, dear, I should tell you something about this situation. You see, you haven't been the first person to…appear here, magically, shall we say."
Carter gaped. "That's what Norton said!"
"I'm sure it probably was, dear," Mrs. Slambert proceeded. "You see—a few days ago a few other people showed up in Bale too. They were quite confused, and, as I was walking in the streets at the time, they had asked me where they were. I brought them into my house and discovered that their planet, Earth, had—supposedly—morphed into the planet of Endiness." Here, she stopped.
Well, well, well. So there were others… This was something to be remembered.
But why in the world would something like this happen? Were all Earthlings transported there, or were there just a few?
When he voiced this last question, Mrs. Slambert said, "As far as I know, only a few…. Or else, this place would be terribly populated. Of course I'm in no position to know why it happened, or for whom it happened…" She took another sip of tea. "You see, when I was 100 percent sure that my husband, Norton, had sent you here, I knew it could have only been for one reason: you were another person that was magically sent here from Earth."
"Oh," Carter murmured, realizing that, so far, he did not know much more than he did before he entered this house.
"Yes, quite interesting, isn't it? Well, I don't really get out much, so maybe you should ask my son about that too. Or you could ask King Albert sometime later, for I understand he's busy visiting the church at the moment."
"Oh yeah," Carter laughed, thinking back to when he was first sent to Endiness, and remembering the reactions of the green-cloaked man, the black-cloaked man, and the minister. "I'm all too familiar with his visit."
Mrs. Slambert smiled and peered into his cup of tea. "Are you finished, dear?" Carter nodded, and she placed both her cup and Carter's cup of tea onto the tray beside her. She entered the kitchen and put them into the sink, resulting in more clinking noises.
"You seem to have a lovely home, Mrs. Slambert," Carter called from his position in the other room, being as polite to her as she had been to him. "Is there—some kind of job you have, to afford this easily?"
"Well, no, my husband makes a decent amount of money, and, of course, so does Lavitz. Being in the First Knighthood of Serdio does earn you sufficient cash," she replied with in audible sigh. "I normally stay home and perform various chores around the house that they don't have the time to do." She was back now, and she took her seat once more.
"Alright, I understand." But after these words came out of his mouth, Carter suddenly thought of something Mrs. Slambert had said earlier, and he stared at her.
"Is…there something wrong?" She furrowed her brow.
"No—" Carter said quickly, shaking his head. "It's just... you said before that I was sent here magically. Are you saying that, in this world, there is such a thing as—?"
She smiled toothily, as if she'd thought he was going to ask something else.
Then, she nodded.
"You mean…magic…exists?"
"Of course, dear! Why wouldn't it? It's not known by most people, but there are other planets out there. Some, as said by astronomers here, use magic; some use science; others use a mixture of both. Here on Endiness, of course, magic not only exists, but flourishes. These days, for example, we use all sorts of magic items to attack our enemies, to heal ourselves, and to do a multitude of other things. I'm guessing your planet depends on science, not magic, or you wouldn't have been so surprised. Of course, magic exists on every planet, but it takes millenniums for it to be discovered and/or put to use."
"So, you mean to say that on Earth, there is magic?" Carter asked, wanting clarification almost desperately. "It's just that no one's discovered how to use it yet?" Mrs. Slambert nodded. "Why do you think it hasn't been discovered?"
"Well, I am but a mere woman, but I can guess. Studiers of enchantment tell us that magic comes in an infinity number of forms. I suppose that the magic on Earth is not only almost impossible to find, but also almost impossible to put to use. And even if it were found, which it probably has been, the scientists of your world would most likely not have found it probable that it was magic. After all, a society based entirely on science would find it extremely hard to convert its belief to magic. They say that humans don't like to change their ways, no matter what the evidence is in front of them; I imagine that whoever discovered the magic thought it was some kind of trash, or was unreal."
Of course. What Earthling would ever believe in magic, after being taught all their life it didn't exist? Carter almost felt ashamed of his kind, and he pitied whoever denied the idea of magic.
Still, he himself had been taught that magic didn't exist. He found it hard to believe in it now, even though he was now on a whole other planet. He shrugged; he'd find out for sure soon enough.
Mrs. Slambert leaned in close toward him and said quietly, "Just remember not to tell this to others around here; most people would think of you as an idiot. Only astronomers and a few others understand the concept."
"You…must be right," Carter replied slowly, looking out of a window to his right, which displayed a decent view of the city outside. "Just like no one from Earth would believe in other planets and worlds…no one here would, either."
"Exactly."
Then a question entered his mind. "But then—what makes you believe it?"
She faltered.
"I—I guess the arrival the other people who were magically sent here finally made me realize it was true," she said finally, after a few seconds of thought.
Well, this woman sure was no dummy, Carter thought. He'd been given more information than he could've asked for.
"But this problem of yours, dear—we need to understand more about it. Tell me: what, exactly, happened?"
Carter nodded; of course he would have to tell her more about his arrival, or she would not be able to help. "Well…" he started.
He told her all about his graduation. Of course on Endiness, there was no such thing as a high school graduation, so he had to explain about school. What happened at his graduation wasn't something that was exactly easy to explain, since he hardly understood it himself, but he found that his story was finished not too long after it started.
"Hmmmm…. Interesting…" she said pensively once he'd finished.
"Why?"
"Because. Everyone else who I heard from had fallen asleep, and when they woke up—they had turned up here. But you were awake." Mrs. Slambert shrugged, seeming to like the motion. "Well, it's nothing for me to understand; I am but a middle-aged woman."
"But then, who were the other people who showed up here? Do you know their—"
But he was interrupted, as the front door had suddenly swung open. Mrs. Slambert looked up—and, shrieking joyfully, ran over to a young man with short, blonde hair and pale green eyes. He wore green and white armor, and had a very large grin spread across his face. The two embraced each other warmly, as if they hadn't seen each other in quite some time, and Mrs. Slambert turned around to introduce the man to Carter.
"This is my son, Lavitz," she announced proudly, and Lavitz strode over to shake Carter's hand with an almost painfully firm grip. "Lavitz, this is—"
She suddenly looked stunned. "Why, I've been talking to you this whole time and haven't even learned of your name!"
"Oh, sorry about that," he said sheepishly, smiling. "Call me Carter."
"Carter, eh?" Lavitz said. "Weird name," he chuckled.
"And Lavitz isn't?"
At this, the warrior grinned. He turned back to his mother. "It's been such a long time since I've seen you! How've you been?" he asked her.
"Wonderful! And even better now that you're home visiting again. Hold on, I'll go make you some tea." She began to stride into the kitchen, and after a moment or so, Carter could hear the clinking of dishes for the third time.
Carter had intended to allow Mrs. Slambert and her son ample time to converse to one another, as they obviously had not seen each other in a while—so when Lavitz took a seat by the table and spoke to him, he was a bit surprised. "So how long have you been here, Carter?" he said good-naturedly, turning to face him.
"Um…well, I just arrived a little while ago, actually." He didn't deem it wise to tell him about the whole Earth-morphing-into-Endiness situation just yet, so Carter left it there.
"You did? Any real reason?" Lavitz pursued wonderingly.
Did he have to say it? Carter would rather avoid answering the question.
"…I'm hungry."
Lavitz evidently understood that he didn't want to talk about the situation very much, so he did not continue to pursue to topic. Still, he said knowingly, "Did my father show you here?"
Carter nodded, sure that if he said yes Lavitz would know—just like Mrs. Slambert had—that he'd been magically transported to Bale.
"Yep."
Sure enough, Lavitz nodded, as if he had guessed it all along. Then, he turned to face the kitchen and called out, "I was just talking to His Majesty outside of the church, mom."
"Oh really? What did he say?" she called back. From listening to her tone of voice, Carter thought she seemed highly interested.
"Well, he said to tell you hello…" Lavitz replied slowly, "but more importantly, he wants me back on duty in two hours…. And the place I'm being sent to isn't far away, but of course it isn't neighboring Bale either. It'll take a good hour-and-a-half to get there at a regular—"
"WHAT?" Mrs. Slambert dropped her cups of tea, causing them to shatter immediately as they hit the kitchen floor. She jolted into the dining room and stared incredulously at Lavitz. "But you just got here!" she protested.
"I know, but I must be loyal to what His Majesty says. It's best for Basil. You know that!" Lavitz replied with an air of confidence. Then he added, "I'll be coming right back after my mission has been fulfilled. Not like usual, where I have to go from one place to another without stopping here first."
This seemed to calm her down slightly, but she still did not want him to leave already. "Yes, but it would be nice if you could stay a while before leaving. Right, Carter?"
Carter didn't want to interfere; he merely shrugged. "I don't know—if it's best for your King…."
"I wish I could stay too," Lavitz said quietly, looking at the floor. Then he looked up with even more confidence. "I'll be back in about a day."
Carter felt a bit bad; he could understand how it felt to have a family member hardly ever at home with you. His own dad—
"…well, alright," Mrs. Slambert agreed. "A day it is, then. You'd better be off now. I wish someone could go with you, though, to make sure you're safe…"
Her gaze turned on Carter, who saw what was coming.
"Oh, no—I couldn't. I don't know anything about—"
Lavitz seemed to think it wasn't a good idea either. "—no, I think I'd better be going alone, mom. You have to have good experience to serve for Basil! It's dangerous!"
"But all of the other people who were magically sent here were of good physical and mental strength! Carter must, too, or I doubt he'd have been sent here! Who would bother send a weakling to another world?"
Carter gawked at her. She's telling all my business! "But still—"
But now that he looked at Lavitz again, it seemed like he too was considering this. After a bit of thinking, he said, "Maybe you're right. I think the king would want me to have company on my way there anyway."
"What? No! I don't even have a weapon or anything!" Carter exclaimed. This is too much! he thought wildly, trying to come up with more reasons for not going. Well, for one thing, he surely wasn't about to risk his life doing this.
But Lavitz seemed to know what he was thinking.
"Don't worry, it's not a life-risking event. If it were, it wouldn't only last a day," Lavitz reassured him. But this was not necessarily true, Carter thought.
"Are you sure I—"
"Yes, go with him!" Mrs. Slambert exclaimed.
"Isn't there something I should do to get ready for—?"
"No, it's all right, it's nothing like that," Lavitz said in what he apparently thought was an encouraging tone. "You'll be fine!"
"So, I'm just going to—"
"He needs the company," Mrs. Slambert said.
"Do you think—?"
"Alright, then it's decided." Lavitz had obviously completely made up his mind on the subject and was not going to change it. "We'll be back soon, Carter, don't worry."
"So—"
"This way!" Lavitz pointed at the door.
"Uh—"
Lavitz and his mother both proceeded to shove Carter through the door.
"Hey! Wait a minute—!"
"We'll go get you a weapon at the weapon shop, if that's what you're worried about," Lavitz said from behind him, still pushing him forward.
Carter was two feet from the door now; Lavitz opened it.
"Hold on!"
"Nope, no time to waste, my dear," Mrs. Slambert shouted from behind. Things were happening too fast.
"WAIT!"
And with one final shove, Carter was outside, with Lavitz next to him. "I'll see you tomorrow, mom," Lavitz said.
"NO!"
"'Til then," she replied excitedly. "Please watch over my son, Carter."
"But—"
And before Carter could say one more thing, the door slammed shut.
"...damn."
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Author's Note- So we're finally getting into the story, huh? But...didn't Lavitz seem almost too eager for Carter's help? Hmmm...well, I know. You don't. So let's review so we can get an early update! -cheers- Well, until then, fanficcers.
