Crossing one elf....

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 28966

Jarlath, fearing for her, attempts to cast a sleep spell after her fleeing form.

Fertal

I cannot move!

Oy! To say I’m surprised is a VAST understatement.

Oh, of recent time’s I’ve experience all KINDS of surprises, some were good and some NOT so good. Some were like my initial introduction into what I know now is my rightful. Yes, that surprise had not been pleasant, but eventually I became pleasantly surprised on how well things were with me being elven!

Finding out that I had so many siblings I had (analog brothers and sisters, along with some more akin to the "traditional" types like Rowena, Jarlath and such) was a definite surprise! Also a different brand of surprise. One who had began as pleasant and continues to be so. . . .

And then there is this type. DEFINITELY could have done without this brand, thank YOU!

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Fear. Trust, confusion, and surprise.

These are the three things that run through me while I stand frozen and see the others look at me in horror (as if something dire and macabre was happening to me beyond being spell frozen). This confuses me and the confusion grows three fold as I see my friends grow so panicked that they run from this place as if their very lives depended upon it! It’s almost as if. . . .as if they think I’m going to explode like one of those new fangled (science based) "bombs"! Even the high and mighty (and arrogant) Belboz has a look of one in fear for his life as he. . . .pops out of the area to places unknown!

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Now, mark me. During no time during this fiasco did I ever believe that Jarlath and my friends of Terra Prime were abandoning me! Why they run I at least know has nothing to do with cowardice or betrayal (even when Astra 9 sweeps up my wife and runs off with her down the cavern tunnels away from me). No, first I’ve grown to know my newest of Family/People and they are NOT cowards! Nor do does the thought of betrayal, especially by Jarlath. Yes, you’d think that after having been so badly treated by the Unseelie

Ah, Jarlath. . . .. He of all my new friends, he and his brother (Jarlath 2) I had the easiest time befriending, strangely enough. Our fey natures made us feel at ease with his eccentric ways, let us just say. Also, it has to do with the rather. . . .tortured pathways of the mind and his social awkwardness. An awkwardness that made for a rather refreshing break from court intrigue, his being inept at such social occasions where lies could and would be used. Yes, after the betrayal that the Unseelie almost did him whilst he’d been unexpectedly blinded of his Second sight (re: 11113), you’d think that he’d be MUCH less accepting of us proto-Dark Elves. However, one must remember several things. First, the Unseelie of his world look MUCH different than Dark Elves (and of course proto-Dark Elves, but that goes without saying), period. The appearance of my and my wives eyes, while "creepy" is NOT much grounds for instant dislike (considering the rather diverse mixture of races in the D’Honaire/Thessamer/John clan). Another thing is that he has been DEALING with Fey folks well before I and Artizza came into the picture! There was the elfin Doctor and his love, Romana (re: 16629, who’d come into crossing over from "ordinary" elves into full Light Elves. There was, of course, my elfin analog sister (re: 8225) and her husband: Ia'adoire & Lueoth (also Light Elves). Ah, but let us not forget our more traditional fey folks, Ama’lis (the now female pixie formerly a human male named Fred), Triakoth (a male pixie who’d also been a human man named Fred, who’d gone through a gender change and back again before becoming as he was now), and Uhura (yet another human Fred who’d had a similar incident like Triakoth, but in this case in addition to becoming a pixie, she stayed female)!

So, you see, Jarlath (and others of my group) are well nigh used to dealing with the Fey! Add in the fact that in the D’Honaire bloodline (on perhaps ALL of our respective worlds), there is a little bit of. . . .er. . . .

Well, let us just say that in addition to the bit of Mongolian (or equivalent) blood within Jarlath, somewhere long ago some of the larger (and handsomer) members of the Seelie Court had some trysts within Mum’s side of the bloodline. . . ..

. . . .

Well. . . .why do YOU think she looks so well preserved in her pictures when you know she hales from a "medieval" society. Oh, the upper class has magic at it‘s disposal (to take care of the most grievous of ills, social aversion to magic or no), but still!. . . .

. . . .

Ah, but I get sidetracked. Let’s just say that it opened up a door, suddenly having fey for sons and daughters. Let what was once a subject of shame and secrecy be now a source of pride amongst the Aqualarian nobility we now belong within AND it paved my way well before I and Artizza arrived! Couple that with Champions being able to instantly recognize one another (part of the package, I wont) gives us proto-Dark Elves a leg up we’d otherwise not have!

Only reason why they’d not trusted before upon meeting us had been their fears of Chaos energy mucking stuff up. . . .

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Now, all this talk I gave you did not go marching through my mind as I see all this happening about me. It was all something of a jumbled. . . .shorthand?. . . .as the Military folks might put it. I’m just being kind and putting it down into a more orderly format.

That said, right now, though, things are just happening too bloody FAST for me to even start to try to cypher out exactly what is going on (besides that I’m frozen in place). I don’t know why, or exactly how I’m being paralyzed, but I am paralyzed. That’s a given. THAT is clear enough!

I cannot even howl in surprise as, just as I find myself fading out and into another room, I see Artizza stumble as if hit from something from behind as she rounds the tunnel bin, rushing back towards me.

Then. . . I’m looking directly at a man. . . .who my elfin sense screams is NOT a man!

And while I listen (because that is all I can DO) while Flagg gives this gaudy Atlantian artifact to Belboz, I have to thank God that this Flagg does NOT think to try to plumb my mind. Being near his demonic presence is bad enough. Having such TOUCH my mind. . . .

Would imagine it would be unpleasant!

  1. But. . . .I have a. . . .situation. Understatement in the extreme.

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