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- May 2, 2011
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Lanolyt snapped awake to a wet cold feeling. His green elvish eyes popped open to reveal that he was lie under a cliff face, on a muddy embankment, two-thirds in a stream.
A sound from above jolted him and he threw himself to the side as the recently washed up hole he was in collapsed on itself.
Swiftly, his mind collected itself and he reviewed.
He had been on patrol with his fellow Aesir, pursuing some murderous trolls. The group was young, but picked for balance and he was proud to have been selected as their mage. All the masters said he was progressing nicely and he was close to graduating as a master himself.
He had been mildly distracted by the bouncing rear of the warrior in front of him, she was a fetching maiden, and he hoped to share her tent that night.
With no warning the cliff face above them, weakened by heavy rains, had fallen. He had tried to shove her out of the way even as his mind raced for a spell and he chanted. It was one he’d learned from an ancient unused tome only two days ago. But what was Eternal Shield?
As the rock and mud hit him, an amazing thing happened, his body became mirror-like as the force shield erected around him and he immediately had gone into suspension.
How long had he lain there under the rock. The actual terrain had changed. But he was an elf and shrugged, only regretting the loss of his comrades. He would go report the event to the elders. No matter how long it had been, it would be recorded in the chronicles, and life would continue.
Speaking a float cantrip, he zoomed along down the stream to the Fjord, common in Norway. But when he got to the harbor, he froze. It had changed shape entirely. A volcanic event had added new areas and others were warn away…this would require over 1000 years! For the first time, he felt a bit of worry as he hurried to the town of Ellingisla. But the town was gone, the soaring spires and air walkways vanishes, replaced by a metal and rust and wood human settlement.
Shaken, he cast a disguise and walked into the town. No one tried to stop him…or give him greeting…or even cared that he was there. And there were no elves…or dwarves…or even trolls… only those shortlived breeders, the humans… So this was the fate of the future.
Nervously, he approached a vendor of clever small clocks to be put on the wrist. “Where might I find elves, his translation rock worked perfectly and the man pointed to a small shop with glass windows and tiny lights. From outside it appeared magical!
But once inside, his heart fell. It was all strange lights in strings, with porcelain figurines of strangely depicted elves, and trolls! Who would make a troll cute?
From the back of the store, a young woman approached and asked to help him. But she had a trace of Elvish in her blood, he could feel it. ~Where might I find some of my people?~ He asks in the Aesir tongue.
She tilted her head. “I have no idea what you just said sir, but it sounded lovely. Was that Elvish talk from Lord of the Rings?”
He peered at her. “No, that was Elvish.”
She frowned. “If you wish to make fun of my shop then leave.”
He bowed apologetically, but as he left he pointed to a box with a crank and spoke the rune =play=. The box came to life and she caught her breath as he was out the door. Had that truly happened.
She tried several times before she managed to repeat the word =Play= and a cuckoo clock went off.
REAL MAGIC! Unfortunately, she could not do it again, her mind and body untrained.
Lanolyt left the town and went into the forest. Where were the dryads? The oldest oak held nothing.
In his anguish at being so alone, he called out, ~Freya! Goddess! I am abandoned! Help me!~
He sobbed but stepped back as a large flower began to grow and grow before him and from the center of the giant bloom, SHE HERSELF appeared. He threw himself down before her, humbled and miserable.
A sound from above jolted him and he threw himself to the side as the recently washed up hole he was in collapsed on itself.
Swiftly, his mind collected itself and he reviewed.
He had been on patrol with his fellow Aesir, pursuing some murderous trolls. The group was young, but picked for balance and he was proud to have been selected as their mage. All the masters said he was progressing nicely and he was close to graduating as a master himself.
He had been mildly distracted by the bouncing rear of the warrior in front of him, she was a fetching maiden, and he hoped to share her tent that night.
With no warning the cliff face above them, weakened by heavy rains, had fallen. He had tried to shove her out of the way even as his mind raced for a spell and he chanted. It was one he’d learned from an ancient unused tome only two days ago. But what was Eternal Shield?
As the rock and mud hit him, an amazing thing happened, his body became mirror-like as the force shield erected around him and he immediately had gone into suspension.
How long had he lain there under the rock. The actual terrain had changed. But he was an elf and shrugged, only regretting the loss of his comrades. He would go report the event to the elders. No matter how long it had been, it would be recorded in the chronicles, and life would continue.
Speaking a float cantrip, he zoomed along down the stream to the Fjord, common in Norway. But when he got to the harbor, he froze. It had changed shape entirely. A volcanic event had added new areas and others were warn away…this would require over 1000 years! For the first time, he felt a bit of worry as he hurried to the town of Ellingisla. But the town was gone, the soaring spires and air walkways vanishes, replaced by a metal and rust and wood human settlement.
Shaken, he cast a disguise and walked into the town. No one tried to stop him…or give him greeting…or even cared that he was there. And there were no elves…or dwarves…or even trolls… only those shortlived breeders, the humans… So this was the fate of the future.
Nervously, he approached a vendor of clever small clocks to be put on the wrist. “Where might I find elves, his translation rock worked perfectly and the man pointed to a small shop with glass windows and tiny lights. From outside it appeared magical!
But once inside, his heart fell. It was all strange lights in strings, with porcelain figurines of strangely depicted elves, and trolls! Who would make a troll cute?
From the back of the store, a young woman approached and asked to help him. But she had a trace of Elvish in her blood, he could feel it. ~Where might I find some of my people?~ He asks in the Aesir tongue.
She tilted her head. “I have no idea what you just said sir, but it sounded lovely. Was that Elvish talk from Lord of the Rings?”
He peered at her. “No, that was Elvish.”
She frowned. “If you wish to make fun of my shop then leave.”
He bowed apologetically, but as he left he pointed to a box with a crank and spoke the rune =play=. The box came to life and she caught her breath as he was out the door. Had that truly happened.
She tried several times before she managed to repeat the word =Play= and a cuckoo clock went off.
REAL MAGIC! Unfortunately, she could not do it again, her mind and body untrained.
Lanolyt left the town and went into the forest. Where were the dryads? The oldest oak held nothing.
In his anguish at being so alone, he called out, ~Freya! Goddess! I am abandoned! Help me!~
He sobbed but stepped back as a large flower began to grow and grow before him and from the center of the giant bloom, SHE HERSELF appeared. He threw himself down before her, humbled and miserable.
