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The Never Ending Quest - Episode 41995

Fertal 1

Barbaric but truth an elfin feeling tells me. If these demifoxes show their faces inside the bounds of this world's Allaria, they shall be hunted down and destroyed.

....

Sigh. While not quiet as barbaric, my Allaria had been rather . . . human centric in certain matters as well. Do remember just how I had viewed elves before coming into my rightful form!

What I had said to that betrayer Tursil had been true enough (even IF I had been so VERY wrong to have considered him my brother).

"I was a fool before," I'd said, clasping hands with Tursil, "But my eyes are now wide open."

Well, turns out that the change HAD opened my eyes but I’d been so wrong about...

Well, nevermind, you get the point I’m sure. Bottom line, non-humans are people too and I do hope to God that my little demifox brother here gets over his hangups and realizes this soon! Not like he can return to the human race, you know. By now you'd think he'd accepted his new form at some level, but....

....

Being that he's and Astra not gone insane due to a Matrix shattering (in the delicate time period when the rearranged Matrix is crystallizing into it's new orientation) would usually mean they HAVE accepted their change. That, in time, would/could be useful in letting themselves accept (and even cherish) the new species they'd been drafted into here. But this situation is NOT usual. The issue had been artificially sped up with the Key Component shoved into the works. That delicate phase had been bypassed....

Meaning that . . . Well, I don't need to tell you what it means! It's obvious.

Just means that we and the other Champions, IF they choose to join the clan of Eternity Inc....

....

Hey, don't tell me you hadn't already guess! I mean, these demifoxes are rather like me and Artizza, in a way. When they'd had immortality forced upon them, they became in effect Champions without an Office. Champions, at least in as far as I can tell, are the only people of the mortal planes who can be granted immortality. A LOT of flack was caused by Flagg (and his cronies) having stolen that Eden fruit and (after cutting that one item into God only knows how many slivers) passing them out like . . . .they did. Do not know (and really don't CARE to know) what Flagg had in mind doing that, ultimately. Nothing good, of course. Partly, it strikes me as being a way to guarantee the Key Component Carriers cannot die to prevent themselves from being harvested later on. Yeah, not ALL the carriers out there are immortal. Probably has something to do with there not being enough to go around. Heh. There's probably more to it, but it'll be a long time (if ever) we learn the full details.

As for full details for our "business deal" with our native guides, it pains me to have to do this fandancing. Would just love to lay it out, plain and simple. Yes, we are being . . . truthful enough about our Quest and all, but we just don't tell them EVERYTHING about it.

We'd appear insane to them if we told them the full details. Frighten them away. Hey, before I'd come into my rightful form I would never have believed (let alone trust) someone with such a wild tale (truthful as it is). I, while still human, would have run for the hills, to get AWAY from such apparent lunatics.

I've grown . . . .fond of my analog here, already. Would like to welcome into the fold. Him, Astra, and their unborn children... Not like the other Offices could easily take them into their ranks. Their Champions are more . . . uniform in build and species, shall we say. Us? Seems like we have every race under the Sun, sometimes....

.....

It's foolish, but that's how I'm put together....

Anyway, I finish up by promising the demifoxes, promising that IF possible after our Quest is done and we get word from on High that it's allowed.... We'd be honored if they joined our ranks. Would secure them a life where they would not have to struggle and scrape to just to stay alive....

B'Elanna

"And take it from me and the other non-humans here," I add on a hunch. "Nobody would think you monsters. Not someone to be barely tolerated like what it's sort of like in this area, from what I hear, but equals! Can tell you, we already have more than a few non-humans. Elves, of course, but we have others. Other demifoxes, even!"

Demifox looks at demifox, and then back at me.

"You're. . . serious," Fred whispers softly.

In the end, that is what wins them over in a BIG manner. Makes this something more than a one time gig, as it were.

So, knowing that when/if we need them for guidence we shall draw them forth again, we soon have them in blocks (the adults and the unborn).

Strange thing happens, though..

Clink! Clink! Clink, clink,clink, clink, clink!!

"Uh, isn't that what happened with us?" Artizza asks the Doctor, staring at the crystal blocks who'd, mere seconds after having been transformed quivered and then drawn themselves together like they'd been magnetized!

"Actually . . . when we'd blockified you and Fertal your blocks already were glued together," the Doctor says, studying the taboo. "At a guess . . . I believe that the same . . .er. . . relationship you and Fertal shared soon upon your hearts meeting also somehow was facilitated somehow by their change into blocks."

....

Hm.

"Drad," whispers Chiana, intrigued.

Guess our young dragoness likes the implications. I do, actually. Hate to see those poor kits have parents doing their duty out of a sense of duty only, instead of also love.

....

Oh well, call me a romantic! Elves are renowned for such things!

Nice, all considered. But I believe it's now past time in trying to do the same thing with Aeryn-Pip! We'd had to cut things short before we could do that, you know! Good reason, why we did that. God only knows when more Low Men would show up to make our lives difficult back on that world we'd left!!


Meanwhile, back on the island of Atlantis....

"Where am I?" the young red haired filly asks the disoriented Frued. "How did I get here?"

Who am I? the centauress asks herself, frowning in concern as her horse tail swishes about in consternation.

"Lass," Freud neighs. "If I knew that, I'd tell you. But I don't even know how I got here, much less you."

Looking about and frowning, Freud sighs. Only sign of something besides barren rock and cracking sea scum (algae having been brought up from the sea bottom and now cracking under the harsh sun) was a golden city that . . . made Freud feel nervous for some reason.

Exotic looking enough, but it somehow . . . had the smell of humans and he, a proper centaur wanted nothing to do with humans!

The conversation, of course, is taking place in their native tongue. Freud is too . . . proud to speak in anything but his supposed birth tongue for anything but the most necessary times. As for the red haired centauress, she has a feeling that she should be speaking in another tongue, but . . . it's like that skill was barricaded away in her mind!

"Look, my name if Freud," he begins (again feeling that that was his name . . . but something about it was wrong). "If we're to be trotting on together for a while yet might as well at least know each other's name, right?"

The red haired centaur lass sighs, nodding. "Would love to tell you my name, Freud," she says softly, finding somehow that name sounding . . .no, feeling of something like a memory coming forth fades, leaving just regret. "But . . . I do not remember my name."

"I don't remember anything BEFORE finding myself here on this beach," she confesses.

"Oh," is all that Freud can manage, not having expected that. "Uh, well.... Maybe if we can somehow find a means, I can get you a healer to try to bring back your memories? That is, if you feel like coming along with me to the island I was attempting to reach. Mesopotamia. That is where all centaurs lived."

"That . . . would be good," the red headed, chestnut pelted centauress says, seeing nothing else presenting itself. "Thanks. Maybe we should try that city in the distance as a means to that end?"

"That's a human city," Freud protests in disgust. "Unthinkable!"

"Why?" the centauress asks, blinking in surprise at the vehemence in her travel companions voice.

Answers are put off, though, when they see something approaching from the city in question.

  1. Flying humans? Well, whatever means making that possible have to wait because a spell has just put the displaced centaurs out of action, for now.

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