A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter Forty-Nine: Welcome to Dusty Basin

Meh, I've been kinda busy lately, hence the lack of updates. Regular updating should resume Monday. Like I think I mentioned before, I'll probably be busy on weekends during the summer. (Gotta hang out with friends, right? I have more of a life than this computer… sheesh).

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, yeah. I've said it like 110 times…

Last time: Alex's ship was totaled by a gigantic storm named Hurricane Cornelius Jr. III. Alex then had a horrible nightmare that the incarnation of the apocalypse eviscerated his homeland without any problems at all. Alex tried to fight the thing, but failed. Miserably. He then woke up, realizing that it was a dream, but soon found that he was on a mysterious island that he had no knowledge of…

Frost Saga Chapter VI:

Frost got up, looked around, and blinked. This island was certainly not one her ever saw before. Dead blackish-gray grass was all over the island, waving in a gentle night breeze. A dark starless sky loomed over him, and an eerie full moon loomed over. It was night. Midnight, he assumed, judging by the shade of the sky. Looking straight, he saw three oak trees all of them long dead. In front of him was a valley, although it was more like a pass between two large and overlooking cliffs; there was no water in between them, although judging by the rocky ground coming from between the cliffs that went to the ocean, there used to, in fact, be a river here. The island itself was pretty small. Shore, dead grass, dried-up river, three dead oak trees, and valley. That summed it up.

Alex, wondering what caused the river to dry up, followed its path to in between the two large cliffs. About a full minute of walking between the cliffs, the crack opened up to reveal a small town of sorts, surrounded circularly by the cliffs, which connected at the back end. The town was pretty much four huts, one slightly larger hut, three slow-moving windmills, and a dried up fountain. A dusty wind then blew across the town. "…Hm." Alex mumbled, while walking into the nearest hut, which was, like the other three normal huts, a dull brown color.

It was a single room. The walls were dull brown like the outside, and all that was on the inside was a makeshift bed, a rug, and a small fireplace. It was quite small. A short figure, who was probably four feet in height, sat down by the fireplace. He wore a straw hat, and his cloaks were a dull brown color. You couldn't see his face, but you could see two piercing silver eyes within the darkness of the cloak. A small cattail hung out of the figure's mouth… er… cloak… er… um… dark void that is his cloak, below his eyes, where his mouth should be. (If your having trouble picturing it, think the cross between a Garo from Majora's mask, and Vivi, from FF7, both which I don't own, but this guy isn't them, is he?)

Alex blinked. "Hello? Could you tell me where I am?" He asked. The figure turned toward him. "You've met an unfortunate fate, young one. Welcome to dusty basin. Make yourself at home, 'cause you won't be getting out of here anytime soon." The being said in a slow, ragged, and low voice, that sounded like the thing was near the end of its life, or already dead). "Um… why? First of all, where the hell is this island in proportion to the mainland, and second of all, who are you?" Alex asked, somewhat bothered, now.

"This island… is a lapse in the humans' plane of existence. It's attached to earth, but is really on another plane. Not a plane of existence, but a normal plane. (Note: A plane of existence is a really big plane that makes up a large fraction of exsistence, which is simply everything. A plane of exsistence contains multiple universes, multiverses, planes, and dimensions. A plane of exsistence is impossibly large. All that which we know, the infinite that is beyond this puny solar system that goes far beyond other galaxies and universes? That is probably but a segment of the humans' plane of existence. All of existence is made up of the human plane of existence, the death plane of existence, and the four gods' planes of existence. The core of exsistence is in the center of everything, and the people who know how to get there number a quarter of a dozen. It's considered the seventh plane, although not many know of its existence at all. Ok, that's all for the little lesson on how all of existence is… and no, there is not more than one existence. Existence is simply everything. Anyways, that should clear a few things up, especially for later, so now, back to the story!) It's there, on earth, but not really. …And I am a spirit of the dusty basin.

Now, Alex was confused. "Um… explain." He said. The figure nodded. "Very well, then." He began. "…A long time ago, this island was the home to a handful of extremely lucky ones. The fountain produced the purest of waters. One sip, and it would rejuvenate even the most wounded person back to top health. There is said to only be one other source of this water, a shining river near a town called Alizano. Anyways, the fountain burst with this mythical water, and it formed a river that went into the ocean, and disappeared upon hitting the ocean. However, the fountain's supply was infinite, and the people here lived a life of pure bliss. A while ago, however, a figure found our island. He was terribly powerful, and had a gun. We knew nothing of combat, so we couldn't do a thing to stop him. However, instead of killing us, he used mysterious magics to stop the fountain's flow. Then, he seemingly disappeared, but not after tossing the island into a pocket plane. The people of the valley died without this water, for the ocean was bitter to us, and caused us more thirst. The island died, and so did we soon after. However, though our bodies are destroyed, our souls didn't quite make it to the dead plane of existence. Instead, we lived on as spirits to eternally guard the valley, and operating the windmills, for a reason I cannot say. It has been so for fifteen hundred years. However, we can sense that the evil figure accidentally trapped himself inside this plane with us. We can tell he's still alive, but we've searched the entire island for him, and have found no clues. The elder, however, says he knows, but refuses to tell us. He says that this guy got the effects of the evolution, and that his transformations could send us spirits to the dead plane… if you want to know more, talk to him." The spirit explained.

Alex nodded. "I will." He stated, leaving the hut, and going to the slightly larger one, which actually looked nice, and was colored a dark purple…

End of Chapter

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Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron