From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue May 23 07:53:28 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8449 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!csulb.edu!nic-nac.CSU.net!usc!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!swrinde!gatech!news.sprintlink.net!news.cdsnet.net!news From: Bones McCoy Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Life and Times of Obadias Felmore]-Bones Date: 21 May 1995 05:15:27 GMT Organization: CDSNet. Lines: 87 Message-ID: <3pmi9f$epj@news.cdsnet.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ts1.cdsnet.net Chapter 2- Obadias's knees ached after getting off his feet. He didn't know how long he had been down there, where and when he had even been placed in that hell down there. But one thing he knew was certain, he wasn't going back to that place, ever again. After Obadias had regained sight, he realized that his late father's old friend Gelrich Osborne of the Elde Islands had heard about his little mis-hap with the Choji, and had come to take him to his home, probably as a favor to his dead father. Obadias felt a little embarrassed at having someone come and get him, but he knew that he would have had to stay in there a long time, if no one had. So with a meager smile, and a slight wince, he walked along the corridor of the Macdevia dungeon. The way he remebered the hall-way in which they were now walking, it was grimy and wet, but now it was surpisingly clean. Probably due to the knowledge that old Gelrich was coming. "Look lively young sir, you might well have hit that wall." The guard steered him out of the way of the stone wall that suddenly loomed in front of him. He was right, Obadias was really thinking hard. But he didn't have the courage to look up to much, for fear of seeing the face of Gelrich, who was undoubtedly upset with him. They came upon gate, after gate, after gate. Finally they rounded a small corner and were smack dab in the middle of some sort of court room. No one was in it but a wrinkled old Chojien judge sitting on a chair, snoozing. "Choji court case, Number 1470." The startled judge almost jumped out of his chair. He grumbled somthing under his breath, and reached acrossed his desk and got his glasses which he most likely had taken off to make his daily naps more comfortable. Picking up a piece of paper that had the number '1470' stamped in red on it he, looked down upon the guard, Gelrich, and Obadias. "So... you, young Obadias, commited a crime 5 years ago..." Five Years! thought Obadias, Has it really been that long? "Do you deny it?" Obadias snapped out of his reverie just in time to catch the last of what the well pruned judge was saying. "Excuse me sir?" The old man leaned back in his chair and let out another great sigh. "Five years ago, you were accused of stealing 5,000 marks from the Girth Treasury of Funds. And that you ran with the money to a small town of Roseenbak and slaughtered 3 people. But the money was never recovered. Now... Do you deny this!" The judge's face had become beet red and he was moving closer to Obadias all the time. "Uh... No sir." "Good. Now, it says here that your sentence was to be... Hmmmm... Ahhummmmm... Life in solitary confinment, or work in the spice mines. But since, at your trial you refused to talk..." "I didn't refuse to talk, I wasn't allowed!" Obadias blurted, tears stinging his young eyes. The painful memory of the trial and his family standing there, watching him. It was almost to much for him to bear. He swallowed heavily. "Shush boy! Now, since you refused to talk, the prosecution decided upon giving you life in solitary confinement. But... " ,now the judge's tone changed considerably. " Dear Mr. Osborne, has come to your rescue. He is now your legal guardian. And will be the sole realitive of yours from now on. Any of your former family is now alienated from you, for the judgment of this court is that you were raised by a traitor. Case closed. You may take him now Mr. Osborne." It was the first time in which Obadias had ever not been able to cry. Everyone had made fun of him for reasons he could not explain. He was just an emotional person. When he had cried, other men he knew never spoke to him again. He thought that he was a wimp and was just made into this world to be dumped on. But when he heard that his family, his own family, were not family anymore, he could'nt even cry. He bowed his head, and meekly caught a glimpse of his new 'father'. He had changed since the last time he had seen him. He looked... older. But that was nothing new. Everyone does. Even himself, Obadias. "Oh my god! I am naked and grimy. No wonder no one has had the heart to look at me. For five years I've been rotting in that cell, and now I'm out. The beast is out. That's what your thinking, isn't it?" Gelrich turned to him and said, "No son, that's not what we are thinking, at all." He said it without smirk, and without rage. After the judge had finished giving 'Pop' all of Obadias's papers and permits, the judge said, "Now you take care of him Mr. Osborne, he's a wild one." "Oh, I will sir, I will." But there was a noticable twinkle in Gelrich Osborne's eye that Obadias couldn't help but smile. ********************************************************************* Thanks all of those that gave me critiques. More are welcome. Sorry if the 'Chapter' thing annoys you, but I'm not exactly sure how long I want to carry this thing out, thus I have no idea how many entries I will make. Thanks again. -Bones