From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Sorc] Timestreams
Message-ID: <tkelly.731681458@unix2.tcd.ie>
Date: 9 Mar 93 12:50:58 GMT


       The vampire elf took his last look at the device, and said the 
special word that would throw him into various realities at once,
through timestreams unknown to him. A teardrop of blood red colour
trickled down his face.
     
    Everything became very hazy suddenly, and colours began to swirl
in and out of his mind. He was here, there and everywhere, yet nowhere.
The images became clearer, and his eyes focused. There were long lines,
as thick as trees or even larger. They stretched off into infinity on
either side of him.
    Silken was floating aimlessly in this peaceful continuum, but he
could hear nothing around him. He recalled what 'Raelf had said about
the red and Blue strands, and avoiding the red.
   But there were so many, Blacks, greens, yellows, whites, oranges.
  They were a beauty to behold. Each one had a small blue-white corona
creating a blend of lights. Silken smiled. He had never seen anything
that looked qquite so beautiful, or entrancing. It was awe inspiring.
   He searched for the blue line.
   There it was!
   But it was so small, and it wound around the Red line, which was
enormous. Silken manouvered himself my using his thoughts to find the
way. It wwas like gliding.
   He swiftly moved over, to see the junction of the blue and red lines.
One of these must become the proper timeline, and it was necessary to
arrive at the junction in order to cause events to swing the right way.
He was amazed at the diffrence in size between Red and Blue.
   Then the device moved him towards the Red Line.
   "No, Blue, back!"
   It was not responding to his signals. He tried through sheer force of
will to pull it back, and it held for a few vital seconds before
suddenly, a flash of lightning struck him, shattering the device into a
thousand little bits.
   "So it's not indestructible after all!"
   Another Bolt of Lightning struck hhim, this time grabbing him and
pulling him down towards the red line. He fought, but the Lightning
burned him.
   At this, his Vampiric nature reared it's head. The Beast was loose
and Frenzied. It was manically turning his mind upside down, seeking 
to escape it's cage while Silken fought to retain control.
   The Red LIne!!
   No!!
   The Lightning drew him in, and he entered the timestream.
   Too late.
   Too late.
 

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  Mithrandir [tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]
 
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