09-14-2013, 02:54 AM
There were others, now. Other Primes addressing Thrall and Bradley. Magus didn’t know how long they had been there, before him or after, but guessed they’d come from the fountain. And the insolent creatures simply cut in to converse with them while Magus went over what they’d told him.
It didn’t matter. He’d gotten what he’d come for, in a most roundabout fashion. He brushed a stray hair behind a pointed ear and cleared his throat. “If both of you have libraries which can lead me to the same answer, I must deign to accept Thrall’s invitation,”
“Don’t take this as an insult but I’m only going to Camelot to seek knowledge, not out of a sense of kinship for your people,” Magus said to the orc before lolling his head to face Bradley with a sarcastic smile on his face. “And because Camelot’s ambassador didn’t try to cheat me into the service of his master.”
“You should be careful how you choose your words, you don’t know who-”
“I don’t know who I’m dealing with? Or, perhaps, I don’t know who’s in charge around here? Some permutation of the same threat-but-not-a-threat, correct,” the Fiendlord looked down his nose at Bradley. “Your manipulative behavior has drained what respect for you I might have had. You are a pawn for your Emperor, his snake oil salesman. Nothing more.”
“I leave for Camelot,” Magus’ eyes swept toward Thrall, and he jutted his chin in the direction of a portal. “That way, yes?”
The massive green man simply nodded, uneasy at the sudden discomfort that Magus had made for them. Bradley seethed in silence, and Thrall took no chances in escalating things at the fountain any more than they already had.
The arrogant new Prime swept his cape behind his left shoulder and strode purposefully toward the portal to Thrall’s verse, taking large, quick steps, and curtly leaving the ambassadors and their guards behind with the other new arrivals.
He found himself at a grand, stone archway. He could see the grass flow and bend under the wind, the birds in the sky, the people tending to their fields in the distance.
It was incredible. An entire world beyond this dazzling portal, entire worlds beyond each of the portals stood up around the fountain, and all he had to do was step through. It really was like the End of Time, only instead of being connected to moments through time, it was connected to realities through…
Through what?
He made an amused grunt. That question raised several significantly more worrisome ones. He put a pin in it and took a deep breath, shielding his eyes with his forearm and charged through the portal, only to stumble through on the other side as though nothing at all incredible had happened.
Magus turned and looked back at the portal, and could see the Fountain and all those around it in perfect clarity. Behind what looked like a shimmering pool of water, only somehow standing vertical, an enormous expanse of rolling meadows split by an ancient cobblestone road sprawled before him. Even he seemed incredulous. Shaking his head, he turned to face the new world he had stepped into. The world of Camelot.
It didn’t matter. He’d gotten what he’d come for, in a most roundabout fashion. He brushed a stray hair behind a pointed ear and cleared his throat. “If both of you have libraries which can lead me to the same answer, I must deign to accept Thrall’s invitation,”
“Don’t take this as an insult but I’m only going to Camelot to seek knowledge, not out of a sense of kinship for your people,” Magus said to the orc before lolling his head to face Bradley with a sarcastic smile on his face. “And because Camelot’s ambassador didn’t try to cheat me into the service of his master.”
“You should be careful how you choose your words, you don’t know who-”
“I don’t know who I’m dealing with? Or, perhaps, I don’t know who’s in charge around here? Some permutation of the same threat-but-not-a-threat, correct,” the Fiendlord looked down his nose at Bradley. “Your manipulative behavior has drained what respect for you I might have had. You are a pawn for your Emperor, his snake oil salesman. Nothing more.”
“I leave for Camelot,” Magus’ eyes swept toward Thrall, and he jutted his chin in the direction of a portal. “That way, yes?”
The massive green man simply nodded, uneasy at the sudden discomfort that Magus had made for them. Bradley seethed in silence, and Thrall took no chances in escalating things at the fountain any more than they already had.
The arrogant new Prime swept his cape behind his left shoulder and strode purposefully toward the portal to Thrall’s verse, taking large, quick steps, and curtly leaving the ambassadors and their guards behind with the other new arrivals.
He found himself at a grand, stone archway. He could see the grass flow and bend under the wind, the birds in the sky, the people tending to their fields in the distance.
It was incredible. An entire world beyond this dazzling portal, entire worlds beyond each of the portals stood up around the fountain, and all he had to do was step through. It really was like the End of Time, only instead of being connected to moments through time, it was connected to realities through…
Through what?
He made an amused grunt. That question raised several significantly more worrisome ones. He put a pin in it and took a deep breath, shielding his eyes with his forearm and charged through the portal, only to stumble through on the other side as though nothing at all incredible had happened.
Magus turned and looked back at the portal, and could see the Fountain and all those around it in perfect clarity. Behind what looked like a shimmering pool of water, only somehow standing vertical, an enormous expanse of rolling meadows split by an ancient cobblestone road sprawled before him. Even he seemed incredulous. Shaking his head, he turned to face the new world he had stepped into. The world of Camelot.
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