No I haven't posted in the last few weeks. It maybe summer but I'm up to my eyeballs in six kinds of busy! And as you can see, I've changed Destiny's realm to suit my creative needs. No worries though, I don't think I've made any premenant plot holes. And thanks to my (two) reviewers. No I don't mind if you find typos. Go ahead! Critisize our work!(Yume: Trust us, it helps!)
The dining hall was large and lime green for some reason. Tables of every sort crowded the room, watching lawn chairs fighting armchairs for space at a bright blue banquet table. A riot broke out between several rocking chairs and a lone wicker stool. Surprisingly, the stool looked to be on the winning side of things. Aside from that, there was food on the table and we were all hugry.
Admid the chaos, we all caught chairs, who became quite compliant once they were sat in, and got to the main table. I grabbed a plate, piling it with what looked like beef and hotcakes, a mall amile growing on my face. I had only seen this much food at festival times, when we had a reason to share what we had with everyone. Beside me, Simon cringed at my plate, holding one of eggs and bacon. We both bit into out food, grimaced, and switched plates. "How can you eat that?" We asked each other. He sniffed, "I don't know where your from if you eat thanksgiving dinner for breakfast."
"Romania, "I replied with a mouth full of baked potato/eggs, "What's thanksgiving?"He gave me a mortified look and, on the other side of me, Enma looked paler than usual if that was possible. Chi blinked and looked up from her bowl like I had a tail. Simon incredulously asked, "Jeez girl what century are you from?" Before I could finished my odd tasting food, Marta piped up from across the table and awnsered him, "She's from the fifteenth. The Endless are usually very linear about time but they had to make an exception."
This quieted the others. Troubled, I gulped and asked, "Aren't they too?" Figuring that Marta had always lived here. She shook her head, ropy braids swinging around. Simon said, "We're all from the twentifirst century, Kaiyali."
I thought over to implications of this for a while. If I was from a different time period than them, it ment that I'd missed almost everything they knew. And the idea I found most terrifying, what if they knew me as some important figure in their history. Reflexively, I ducked a flying rocker leg that came out of the fight between the rocking chairs and the wicker stool in the corner, and I kept on thinking.
"Doesn't that mean she's older than all of us?" Enma asked, chewing on a granola bar. Chi poked Simon in the ribs, "Yeah, don't be rude to your elder, Sy." Simon scowled, finishing his tomato flavored beef and toasted cheese hotcakes. "I refuse!" He proclaimed, holding his fork in the air. The rest of us laughed as it turned into a spoon. "What the-?"
"That'll teach you some, um, manners, Kid." Stuttered a young woman coming down the stairs out of nowhere. She had two different eyes and wild semi red hair and she walked like a drunk woman on a ship at sea. Simon looked strenly at his new spoon like it had betrayed him or something as the woman stumbled over to Marta, hugging her tightly. "And how's my little Mama's girl?"
Marta hugged her back and said, "Same as always, Crazy Mama." With a hint of a twang slipping into her voice. The plates on the table suddenly switched themselves for bowls of gumbo, though their flavor remained the same. Marta turned to the rest of us, since Chi had scrambled to the other side of the table when things started, and introduced the woman. "This is my mama, Delirium. Mama, these are my friends, the other Endless children.
Delirium waved. "Nice to, um, meet you, I think," She turned from us to her daughter, who'd obviously gotten her looks from her father. "I'm pretty sure that, um, well, everything starts tomorrow? I hope that's right." Before she said any more she suddenly waved good bye and dropped through a trap door that I swear wasn't there before, leaving everyone but her daughter confused. Marta danced over to a pair of armchairs that seemed to be argueing about something. Sitting in one of them, leaving the other to sulk, she grinned, "So who's going first then?"
The four of us looked from one to another. Chi asked, "First for what? A shower?" To which the other girl smirked. This was kind of a creepy look on Marta's part. "The T. R. I. A. L. S. Of course. Who's going first?" Even hearing her spell the word made my stomache curl. Silence. Apparently, nobody else wanted to know why the word made us all sick. I was about to open my mouth when...
I'll go first."
Everyone turned, surprised to say the least, to look at Enma. He was so quiet and shy, we'd all expected him to go last. After a moment of shocked silence, Simon smiled and stepped over to him, patting him on the back. "Then I'll be right behind ya buddy. We all have to go sometime right?" Chi hugged both of them around the neck and added, "I call third! Jeez you guys have some balls, don't you?"
I suddenly felt so alone, being the only one who hadn't spoken up. It felt like I was standing in a different dimension, watching a scene between three happy friends. A quiet whisper from somewhere hissed, "Looks like they don't need you, my dear. Seems you're useless here." I nodded self-consciously, wishing I wasn't so concerned with self-preservation. A cold musty air flowed around me, raising goosebumps on my arms. And time seemed to slow to a crawl. Then everything snapped back to normal.
The world seemed to drag itself back into focus when Destruction, having slipped in unnoticed, ducked under me and boosted me up onto his shoulders with a cheerful, "Morning Miss. You enjoying life?" Pinwheeling to keep my balance I managed to say, "I'm, woah, good." He chuckled, a full deep laugh that threatened to shake me onto the floor. "t seems you're a lot better that when I last saw you yesterday." He said, "Have you seen the libraries yet?"
When I shook my head, he turned to go out the door, and came face to face, or as close to it as possible, with Simon, who scowled questioningly at the taller red head. On either side of the blonde stood, Chi and Enma. I bent down over Des's head and introduced them. "Guys, this is Destruction. Des, that's Simon and the other two are Chi and Enma."
Destruction reached down and shook the blond boy's hand, along with half his forearm, "It's very nice to meet you. I hope you don't mind if I steal Miss Kaiyali?" He then walked around Simon, and out the door he was barely short enough for. I had to swing backwards down so I was hanging upside down by my legs with my sandy brown braid trailing the floor, just so I wouldn't get hit by the doorframe. I managed to wave, "See ya later guys!" as my ride turned the corner.
The library was so large, it might take a single man eons to even read all the book spines. Small, furry, dog-like creatures scurried everywhere. Some sat at the cases and ran up to a shelf when another stopped infront of them, bringing down books and putting them back. Others were running deeper into the library and bringing back books to be shelved or asking for books to take. "Destruction?", I asked. He shook his head, "I'd rather you didn't use that name." I shrugged, "Ok, Red. Can you put me down please?" He set me on a chaise lounge by a large stained glass window. This one became an armory when I looked at it out of the corner of my eye.
At once, one of the dog creatures, which I realized were foxes, came and sat infront of me. "The foxes will get you anything, as long as it's been written down." I looked over the creature for a moment. It was solid black all over except for a white starburst on it's forehead, right between it's ears. It looked so adorable, only about a foot high, and I had the strong urge to hug the little guy. After a minute or so, I told it, "Dante's Comedia Divina, please." the little fox barked a few times and I replied, "No the original italian, if you have it." As the fox scurried off into the maze of bookcases, Destruction, who had sat down and ordered his own book, asked, "Why that one?"
I laid back comfortably on the lounge, saying softly, "My mother read it to me when I was a child. One canto each night. Those were my best memories." He only raised an eyebrow. "Some bedtime story." This comment was shrugged off and soon the books arrived. I flipped onto my stomache to read and the fox jumped onto my back, curling up between my shoulder blades like he was going to read over my shoulder. "They're incharge of a specific book. Until he returns it, you two are stuck together."
Looking over my shoulder at the fox, I grinned, "Since you like books so much, I think I'll call you Page. How's that sound?" Page agreed with me by sticking his tounge out and licking my nose. I laughed and opened the book, starting on page one. Hours passed and i was so engrossed in the book that I didn't notice when Destruction slipped out of the library.
Disclaimer: Once again, I will repeat myself. Wait, no I won't. Sy! Come here and do this for me! I'm feeling lazy!
Simon: When are you not lazy?
Authoress: When I'm typing and singing.
Simon: *sigh* She doesn't own Neil Gaiman's Sandman. All she owns are the OCs in this story. More to come later. Happy now?
Authoress: *spinning in chair* Don't forget dear. That includes you and your girlfriend!~
Simon: You are INSANE!
Authoress: We're all insane Sy, even you are insane.
Simon: I give up on you!
