Hate this, posted the wrong version not noticing it at all.
So here is the corrected one, and if you like to kill me :)
Make it a surprise.
Awhh.
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Looking at her I couldn't help but noticing that she seemed younger than the rest of the council. She smiled at us and then presented herself "Oh and hi, I'm Jéena and I don't think we meet before." she nodded politely at us. "I was sent here from Elf'sforrest Brook as an emissary of sorts." She then looked at Evelyn asking. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything by introducing myself but I was just dying to meet you both. It's not often one sees a Mundanian and a Elfling so happy with each other. I just had to see you." Evelyn who had seemed rather peeved just before now smiled back, even if somewhat sourly. "No Jéena, nothing was interrupted, at least nothing of importance." Here she choose to give me a most withering glance.
"But you are correct of course, it would be highly impolite to listening in to others thoughts, that is, if they didn't deserve it." And here came another one of those withering glances directed at me, a little like the deathstar attacking, ah? Considering my clothes, ah well, princess Leia I presume. But I still felt somewhat bolstered by Jéena's assurance, so I just smiled at my little dove. Now, thinking of it most people sees doves as some sort of white angelic birds that devote most of their time to flying around making peace signs, don't they. Well let that be what it might be, but I my friends, I had a friend when young, in Mundania that was. He happened to own? Or perhaps lend might be a better description here a slightly illicit columbarium of sorts on the roof of his tenement house.
I for one can assure you, where you ever to go in there, peace would be the last thing on your mind. If you on the other hand needed to re-stuff your pillow? A totally other matter my friend and do come back. So I wasn't totally blindsighted if now anyone thought so. While they were talking I inconspicuously sneaked inside Evelyn's embrace. I knew that she would find it hard to be miffed for any longer time, especially with us cuddling. Sneaky of me? Well, it sure beats bickering, also one have to understand that this strange young body I now occupied seemed to have demands of its own. One of them cravings being Evelyn, and only Evelyn at all times. And even my slightly more mature brain seemed to have no problem concurring with that.
As we had talked I had lost the thread of what Alphonz was talking about. Listening again I got the impression that we had moved forward, if that now was possible without time? He said " And so time came to be." He wiped some sweat from his forehead and took another deep draught from his tankard. "She was a new force in this chaos and extendedly conscious of her shortcomings. As all other forces could and would do whatever they wanted in all possible instances she was the first to set up limits." For once I almost started to understand what he was saying, and as Evelyn had gone back to slowly fondle my hair I knew that all was well again. So I laid myself back in her embrace to listen some more.
"That is why time only moves in one direction, from the now to the future. All other dimensions we know of allows us to move however we will, backward forward, up or down, but time does not. She was the first order to impose itself on chaos." Now Liam seemed to get a little agitated where he sat eating one of the remaining cinnamon buns. Alphonz smiled at him and said. "As our esteemed friend Master Liam, whom I'm sure would like to point out though, there is a difference between those dimensions creating what we call matter and that creating time." Now they both politely bowed towards each other, each one making polite gestures of approval.
You know, seeing such I at times had problems understanding how anything ever could be accomplished in this place, what with all that bowing and politeness and stuff. Alphonz continued. " Time can nowhere be touched nor hold as far as we know, whilst matter is most pliable and will conform to our wishes. But." And here he stopped to once more peek out under those bushy eyebrows whilst he took another draught of his tankard. "But, one has to remember that what has been done can be undone." Here Master Liam abruptly stood up overturning his glass in the action, bowed deeply at Master Alphonz whilst mumbling "Your eternal servant Sire, so true, so very true and a most masterly approach." Master Alphonz now graciously bowed back making decrementing gestures signifying his utter unworthiness in those matters, that finished he continued.
"And that's why we had to act, there has been disturbances since long time ago as we see it, weakening's of time if one like." As I told you before, I found it a marvel that anything ever was accomplished in this realm, with all that politeness interrupting whatever they were doing. As I was thinking I could hear Master Alphonz proceeding with his tale. "It seems as the very force of time is under attack here, and as we all are creatures abiding under that law of order then we all are under attack." Now Evelyn wanted to ask something. "Sire, what would happen with us then? If time was lost, I mean would we to be lost then?" Master Alphons smiled warmly at her. "A most concise question my dear, what would indeed happen? That's the precise reason why we're gathered here tonight. To discuss, and if possible, to decide what should be done about it. That my dear is if I may say so, the pivot of the pinnacle. But first dear lady. if you won't mind please allow us some refreshments."
That said we all moved out to the kitchen where by the light of some lanterns and the wood stove we proceeded with making ourselves sandwiches as well as tasting a delicious mushroom soup that already were prepared for us. It was a nice and cozy kitchen, and big, just like rest of the rooms here. And the food was really good with thick crusty slices of bread, and different types of cheese and olives, as well as lots of other stuff. Still it was now long past my bedtime and I was getting very tired. Evelyn who noticed mine yawning collected some food for us and took me with her back to the sofa in the council chamber where we first meet. "Here Joe." She said. "Lie down and rest pet, I'll wake you up when it's time." I did as she suggested, and with my head in her lap and listening to her humming I soon feel into a deep sleep.
I never noticed when I moved from being awake into sleeping. It was more like being transported into yet another reality. Looking back at it I can't avoid this feeling that all of our lives in some ways are made of dreams. Somewhat like that prisoner I read about once. Who one night dreamed that he was a butterfly dreaming that he was a man. The next day he sat there wondering, am I butterfly dreaming I'm a man or am I a man dreaming that I was a butterfly. It's quite confusing I admit. But there I was, transported once more into another place and time, without anyone asking for my sanity or consent. Thinking of it I have to admit that even though I'm not sure if there even exist any Gods I hereby proclaim that I'm fast becoming quite riled with them.
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In dreams we trust
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He found himself back on the beach once more. There was nothing more to be seen now, even the embers had died down. Slowly he raised himself and turned around to walk back to his mount. The bleak jagged shoreline behind him felt as a cruel wound to his soul. Joe who experienced every single thing as if it was happening to him, and who at times had great difficulties remembering just whom he was, still knew that he was just a nonparticipant bystander here. Not being able to do or change anything. Though there was this feeling that it was of the outermost importance to try. In this dream or whatever it was, there seemed to be certain rules, but if he allowed those rules to control him this would once more end in an tragedy. It was as if he had watched the same tale being recounted untold times. And it had to be broken, he knew that somehow he had to find the path to opening it up.
His steed stood there silently waiting beside his loves. As he mounted her she neighed and threw her proud head around, her mane flying to the wind. "Yes Eila, it's time to leave." He said, the first words to come out of his mouth since the funeral. He bent down to pat her. "I do not know if we will make it this time friend, but we will try or die." And so saying he collected the reins of his loves steed too, bound them to his saddle horn and started for that barely seen mountain range waiting at the horizon.
It seemed as the days went by very fast now, as they traveled what best would be described as a stone desert. Very little greenery was to be seen and only a few signs of anything living. They had their provisions but only a little water. He trusted a lot in his steeds water sense as he had only a negligible knowledge of this territory. They had come here fleeing something he couldn't remember any more, with his one and only love sorely wounded by the arrows that had been sprung on them from an ambush on the way.
The only path that he could see in front of him now was the path of retaliation. But he couldn't remember any more. Who or where it was he was meant to go, neither why he had been hold prisoner. He knew that he had somewhere, he could remember a black tower and a small cell, and tortures of many kinds, the worst he thought to be the mental. The physical ones could be terrible in their cruelty, but they all ended sometime, if not sooner, then at least when he became unconscious. But the mental tortures never ended, did they, they just went on forever. They had tried to fool him into believing that his love was dead, that their friends had betrayed him. That justice was a travesty and so much more.
And the black and filthy magic that had attacked his soul had never seemed to rest, day and night it was there trying to claim his essence for its own. If he just could remember. And the worst thing about his life was that he knew that she was, that she was dead, without her he didn't even know if he cared for having his memory back. Perhaps, he thought, it was best not to remember, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. He felt as if the very universe were trying to sunder him apart at times. And as the light slowly waned into another night, and the shadows came back to reign one could see them, three small shapes steadily pacing themselves against the dead unmoving landscape. On their way to redemption, or to hell.
