From: cam@gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [DQ] William sits in a cell
Date: 14 Nov 1992 07:17:14 GMT
Message-ID: <1e295qINNouf@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>


William sat cross-legged in the middle of the cell. The silence and darkness
was beginning to be oppressive, the smell worse. But then the sounds could
be worse, with what happened in this place.

What can I do now. All the others are locked up, 'Raelf dead, or worse,
no dragon left to rescue, at least, it dosen't want to be rescued. God
knows whats happened to Kadrys in this place, it was bad enough to me . .

 . . . the thought was quickly dispelled.

What have I got left now? Nothing, nothing at all,  . . .except

hope.

The little ball 'Raelf had given him, when they arrived in this God-forsaken
place. What had he said it was? An archetype, or a physical representation
of one at least, but what was an archetype? 

'Raelf was a kind guy . . . _had been_ a kind guy William forced himself to
think but then gave up in disgust. Though having little comprehension of
the mind of the traveller, he had an inkling of what tortures were possible
to a spirit creature, the _thing_ had told him much of that on granting him
the powers, and what 'Raelf could be going through . . . 

He threw the small ball at the stone wall in disgust hoping to see it 
shatter against the stone. It merely tinkled slightly and rolled back into
his hands.

He lifted it up to his eye to examine it, crushing an insect to create the 
light to view it by. It was completely dark, except for a pure point of
light at its centre. It was pure and distinct but indisctinct. Visible,
but not intelligible, it could not be studied as it receded into the 
distance when he looked at it closely. It was not going to give up its
secret.

Again he threw it violently at the wall, and again it rolled quietly back
to his hand. He picked it up and looked at it a little more thoughtfully.

'Raelf was dead, Lancos a traitor, Miro had disappeared, Shockwave was 
trapped, as was Kadrys, and Alita, well what could you expect of her?
They had all failed, and now only he was left. Again he looked at hope
for the answer, and saw it.

There far off in the distance he saw the solution to their problems. He 
reverently set the ball on the floor in front of him and cast around the 
cell floor for something to work with. Satisfied he begain moulding his
answer to the dark master.

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A young kobold was wandering down the corridor when he was arrested by a
strange sound. Tracking it back to its source he saw a strange man, whistling
tunelessly, with a fixed grin on his face, furioulsy sculpting the thin
air between his hands.
--
Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au
I can't think of anything witty enough that people 
would really want to see it time after time after . .