"it is Time Now my Little Travelers to wake" said a voice that Roused Jacob to his senses. "the three of you have slept for Nearly two days." Jacob opened his eyes to find Amoraks Arm on top of him. he moved it carefully and sat up. he found himself Looking at a strange tall man who sat nearby, holding a strange crystal staff verticaly.
At first impression Jacob Thought he was an old Man but Jacob Realized This mans Face was as young as his own. his hair was white and an air of wisdom and power sourounded him. "who are you?" jacob asked.
" i am Alsifar, Jacob Son of Dr Russle" the Man Replied With a mysterious smile.
"how do you know My Name? and how do you know Who my Father is?" jacob asked astonished that he knew bolth who he was and who his father was. The strange man smiled a strangly comforting smile "do not be alarmed jacob, i mean none of you any harm, i am here to answer all your questions but first the others must wake."
Jacob looked over his shoulder at Amorak and Elsteba who where still unconsious. "we where really out for two days?" he asked unbeliveingly for the first time realizeing that there was a small camp of sorts build around them. "you indeed where. Surviveing a impact by an extraterestial object to your planet will do that." jacob wondered where this man had come from but the look the man gave him at the moment told him to wait to ask the question.
Elsteba Groaned quietly and rolled over, and then reality hit her. with a gasp she shot up from the ground ready to act. when she found that all was tranquil she relaxed with a sigh dropping to her knees, her entire body hurt.
then she noticed Jacob and a strange old man watching her. She was Over joyed to see Jacob but was perplexed by the Unreadable gaze of the old mans silver eyes. " Jacob, What happened? i saw you get blown away." she said decideing to ignore the old man for now, her head hurt to much to belive he was real. Jacob shrugged, "i don't know i blacked out soon after that. "Amorak used much of his Strenght to save bolth of you." the old man said " a strenght he has not used in quite a while." he added as an after thought.
jacob looked at him and almost asked a question but he decided not to ask it, she looked between the old man who didn't quite look so old anymore and Jacob a few times. "Jacob, is he real?" she asked timidly. jacob nodded streaching out his sore arms. " his name is alsifar, he will answer our questions when Amorak wakes up." "which might not be all that soon. he was utterly drained savening you, he came close to death. but he will live." alsifar said with a pleasent nod. "which forces me to refraise what i said. i can answer questions only that relate to you two which for the most part i already have, this will be so untill amorak wakes then he can explain to you what he must explain, and then i will explain what i need to explain and everyone will be much enlightened."
Elsteba looked around at the island and the beach across the waves, there were hardly any trees but alot of stumps, the fallen trees either radiated away from where the comet had hit or floated lazily around the island. she noticed the blast was only a narrow band. up the coast a little either way and there was a normal covering of trees. despite seeing it she hardly belived it. "did the comet actualy happen?" she asked almost to herself.
alsifar shifted uncomfortably, "i feel the need to apologize to the two of you. surviveing a comet impact can be quite a shock,and this comet was no accident. i litteraly fell from the sky onto this world." bolth elsteba and Jacob looked at him with unbeliveing Looks. "the comet was you?" jacob asked skepticaly "in a way, i was in the comet it carried me here."alsifar replied "so you hitched a ride on a comet from where ever you came from and rode it here?" elsteba asked.
alsifar smiled "no, tecnicaly the comet was where i came from. it was my vessle, i guided it here. though it had hardly any power left, i was aiming for the ocean out there." alsifar pointed far out to sea, "but i didn't have the power to change my velocity enough, i had to aim where it would cause the least damage at the velocity i was going, which was over there into a mountian range just over the horizon." Alsifar pointed the other direction. "no matter what you do a large impacting body falling at escape velocity causes much damage."
jacob suddenly curious asked "your ship must be very strong, harder than any substance i have ever heard of." alsifar smiled "either that or more flexible than any ship you ever have seen, who knows it might be a combination of bolth. mabey i will show you some day, but for now it is useless to us all it's power is gone, and cannot take us anywhere. for now we are on our own."
They sat there for a while waiting for amorack to awaken, he didn't. Alsifar cautioned them to let him be untill he moved himself, saying mysteriously "reminants of his strength may still be present." Alsifar entreated them to food and water he had brought from his ship and as the sun went down he already had made beds for them. once asleep alsifar went back to amoraks side. knowing it was best best that he be the first one for amorack to see. they needed to speak.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Alsifar's Entrance
Alsifar sat on the new ground he had just raised back from the ocean. He felt that a small island wouldn't accommodate the four of them suitably enough, and it was really his fault the rest of the land had become submerged anyway. He was aiming for the waters several miles off the coast; the water would act as a good enough cushion to absorb most of the impact blow. Unlike on many other planets, the water on this planet was, though similar in structure, thicker and gelatinous. This had the pleasant effect of not creating massive tidal waves whenever something big crashed into it.
Which is why the inhabitants of this world are great star-travelers, but make their home in great domes under the depths of the ocean. They were almost as advanced as his race had been, and were, in fact, much more alike than he had first thought a hundred years ago when he had first discovered them. They had created a self-sustaining communications disruptor which scrambled any signal other than those predetermined by the pilots and governors. It took him a very long time to find that signal, and still longer to decipher their odd language, which consisted of clicks, slurrs, guttoral noises and nasal squeaks, and yet graceful and legato-smooth at the same time - anyone listening would think of an elvish chant from the ancient fairy tales of Earth.
He looked out over the ocean and wondered what they were doing now. His space-time platform was destroyed and would never again be able to reconstruct. He would never again get the opportunity to learn from their past and descover their future. This race had much hope of becoming one of the greatest races of all time - even greater than Alsifar himself, the sole survivor of his race, dedicated to the forever imprisonment of the Umbering. But now, he would have to look over the water and wonder.
A rustle behind him made him jump with fright. He whirled around, his hands already glowing with the solpower he had called to bear.
He relaxed when he discovered the noise had been caused by one of the sleeping figures behind him - the girl, most likely. Now that he was outside his protective platform, he had become increasingly paranoid he would be attacked by the Umbult Cultists at any moment, even though he knew full well they were trapped in the same prison as the Umbering itself.
His power was already activated, and he had no choice but to expend the energy he had called, so he shot the blazing white energy at the fire, making it billow with heat, now burning solfuels rather than wood.
He was satisfied with the result; it made the surrownding area much more comfortable, which enabled the three young figures to sleep a deeper sleep - one they desparately needed. When they wake, he thought, they will have much less opportunity to rest then they would like.
Until then, however, leave them be.
Which is why the inhabitants of this world are great star-travelers, but make their home in great domes under the depths of the ocean. They were almost as advanced as his race had been, and were, in fact, much more alike than he had first thought a hundred years ago when he had first discovered them. They had created a self-sustaining communications disruptor which scrambled any signal other than those predetermined by the pilots and governors. It took him a very long time to find that signal, and still longer to decipher their odd language, which consisted of clicks, slurrs, guttoral noises and nasal squeaks, and yet graceful and legato-smooth at the same time - anyone listening would think of an elvish chant from the ancient fairy tales of Earth.
He looked out over the ocean and wondered what they were doing now. His space-time platform was destroyed and would never again be able to reconstruct. He would never again get the opportunity to learn from their past and descover their future. This race had much hope of becoming one of the greatest races of all time - even greater than Alsifar himself, the sole survivor of his race, dedicated to the forever imprisonment of the Umbering. But now, he would have to look over the water and wonder.
A rustle behind him made him jump with fright. He whirled around, his hands already glowing with the solpower he had called to bear.
He relaxed when he discovered the noise had been caused by one of the sleeping figures behind him - the girl, most likely. Now that he was outside his protective platform, he had become increasingly paranoid he would be attacked by the Umbult Cultists at any moment, even though he knew full well they were trapped in the same prison as the Umbering itself.
His power was already activated, and he had no choice but to expend the energy he had called, so he shot the blazing white energy at the fire, making it billow with heat, now burning solfuels rather than wood.
He was satisfied with the result; it made the surrownding area much more comfortable, which enabled the three young figures to sleep a deeper sleep - one they desparately needed. When they wake, he thought, they will have much less opportunity to rest then they would like.
Until then, however, leave them be.
Thoghts of Darkness
The Umbering sat in its own shadow. Watching the man with silver blue eyes, watching him as he prepared to go back to a real world. Why was it so interested in this, the last survivor of a dead race, a race that was sworn by creation to everything that was opposite the Umbering. Maybe it watched because it was curious why he still tied to stop the inevitable, just like his for fathers before him, though the Umbering had to admit that there was only one out come that might be beneficial to the man with blue eyes who now sat watching the Umbering as the Umbering watched him.
The Umbering was well known, but not by its true name, it was known on countless existences as Kohalek the deceiver, Berudock the murderer, Strodel the god hatred, Corahor the consumer of worlds, and perhaps the most accurate of all of the names that was not his true name, yet, was Darkness. Though it was not yet darkness, it was still the Umbering, the growing dark, it was not yet darkness the thing it wished to be, the thing it was born by some unknown force of chaos to become, Darkness that covered not just its world, but all worlds, all existences, and all life would be consumed by it and the light of all suns would dim… eventually.
The man with silver blue eyes broke his gaze, and didn’t look back.
“OUT!!!!!!!!!” screamed a voice that shook his cell almost to the braking point. But it still didn’t brake. It knew it wouldn’t, but it made it feel better to scream out its frustrations and disturb the force that kept it there, to prove that its power was real and not just a figment of its own Imagination. However it still couldn’t become darkness with the last seal in the way, the Cultists had don there job almost completely; they had removed all of the seals but one, the seal of light, another one of its own enemy.
It shook his cage again, and again it almost escaped, but it didn’t. the man with silver blue eyes was gone now, he had become a falling star on the farthest world from him, he was alone again, and his cage shook again with more vigor then it had ever mustered before! … But the last seal held, with a sigh the Umbering went back to influencing things on countless worlds, by countless names.
The Umbering was well known, but not by its true name, it was known on countless existences as Kohalek the deceiver, Berudock the murderer, Strodel the god hatred, Corahor the consumer of worlds, and perhaps the most accurate of all of the names that was not his true name, yet, was Darkness. Though it was not yet darkness, it was still the Umbering, the growing dark, it was not yet darkness the thing it wished to be, the thing it was born by some unknown force of chaos to become, Darkness that covered not just its world, but all worlds, all existences, and all life would be consumed by it and the light of all suns would dim… eventually.
The man with silver blue eyes broke his gaze, and didn’t look back.
“OUT!!!!!!!!!” screamed a voice that shook his cell almost to the braking point. But it still didn’t brake. It knew it wouldn’t, but it made it feel better to scream out its frustrations and disturb the force that kept it there, to prove that its power was real and not just a figment of its own Imagination. However it still couldn’t become darkness with the last seal in the way, the Cultists had don there job almost completely; they had removed all of the seals but one, the seal of light, another one of its own enemy.
It shook his cage again, and again it almost escaped, but it didn’t. the man with silver blue eyes was gone now, he had become a falling star on the farthest world from him, he was alone again, and his cage shook again with more vigor then it had ever mustered before! … But the last seal held, with a sigh the Umbering went back to influencing things on countless worlds, by countless names.
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