05-20-2016, 08:44 PM
Time, fresh on her mind, as she lived moment to moment, came and passed like an old memory. Still, some dark future was dwelling on the edges of the forest that she could not clearly see.
It was early morning, her shift was nearly over, and she was, this time, watching the dawn crest the murky, silver sky. Christa’s wolf had doubled in size, though, that wasn’t saying much, since her little Trooper had been but a few weeks old when she had found him. On the other side of the tower, she knew her telepathic friend awaited her. They had plans to go on a morning hunt, as was the elf’s custom for his coming-of-age ceremony.
The guard had let her bring her well trained “dog” on duty, but only the more knowledgable of the squadron suspected that Christa’s companion was in actuality, a wolf, since it was so well trained, and had husky-like patterns. One could tell, however, if they looked into the wolf’s icy eyes -much like Christa’s for that matter- for they were wild, and untamed, but loyal to its alpha. That was Christa Adams, official member of the garrison now, and she even had gotten the emblem sewn into her jacket. The Prime’s eye was squinting over the scope now as she looked at the entwining trees, in the single, level blanket they resembled before their black ensnaring reaches were interrupted by the ever-ending sky.
It was a nice day, a bit overcast, but that was most days. Christa’s shift was up, and Trooper lead the way down the stairs. The Prime passed on her station to Cora, who was doing quite well for herself, since she had finally found her calling. She wasn’t good at using spears or shields, nor even low-impact (kicking) guns, but put a crossbow in her hands and you were as good as dead. It swung over her shoulder now, and they high-fived as they passed each other on the stairs. Christa’s wolf remained silent, as he eyed the woman with the distinguished weapon, sure, they had the same scent, and as warriors, had pledged their allegiance to the same cause, in human custom, wolves did not die if they betrayed the alpha, and Trooper saw anyone that got too chummy with his master as a threat... Save the elf, who were a more noble race.
Christa didn’t have to wave to Glin from across the way, so she didn’t, too much effort, and besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t read her mind that she’d seen him. Instead, she noted his smile and strolled closer, while she tossed her devoured apple pit away, and quenched the hunger in her stomach for at least a little while. (Though, let it be noted, Christa, as well as many other hunters had better luck succeeding a kill on a more or less empty stomach.)
“How do you do,” Glin said to both of them, and greeted the wolf’s eyes, only for a flickering, knowing second (so as to not challenge the beast).
The young wolf wagged his tail momentarily, and then turned his chin to the side, raising his snout in the air as though he had caught scent of something more important. Christa thought her answer, which was more or less ‘fine’ but Glin responded now, to the darker tides of her mind.
“You sense it too, don’t you?” Glin spoke worriedly.
With her fears confirmed, Christa thought it reasonable to ask, “What is it?”
“I hear tell of a danger coming to the entire Omniverse, and many people are much abuzz about a coming event, I’m not sure what or why though, yet...” Sometimes Glin’s power was a little tricky, like if information was on the edge of one’s mind, rather than actively being thought about it, it was harder for Glin to get a read on it. “I fear for you though Christa, for I believe it involves many Primes, and there are plans to involve many more.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
But she got no answer, for she quickly remembered, “Oh! Happy birthday!”
Glin smiled slowly, it wasn’t called a ‘birthday’ in his culture, but he also knew Christa’s last celebrated birthday was painful, so he tried to take her mind from it, until he was shown a present. His eyes held on her mind, searching for the answer of what was in the box, but try as he could, it was not in Christa’s mind.
“Worked hard so you wouldn’t know what it is, but anyway, I think everyone deserves a gift on their birthday, and I don’t think in elvish custom, you’ve ever been given one.” Her assumption was correct, and the tall being looked down at the brown cardboard box, suited with a nice bow-tie shaped ribbon. “Also, I don’t think I could’ve not thought about it on the hunt, so go ahead then.”
With her permission the elf carefully pulled the string, and released the ties around the box. What had the Prime, who could summon anything, gotten him?
To his disappointment, he opened the box, only to find what appeared to be an ordinary stick. He looked up to her eyes, in order to read her mind, expectantly, but Christa challenged her mind delightfully elsewhere. “Okay, you got me, what is it?”
It really did look like just a stick.
“Well obviously, it’s a stick.” Christa said, smirking and quite amused that he hadn’t figured it out yet.
“Is... The gift supposed to be that it was a surprise... Stick?” the elf guessed, since human customs were weird.
“Well,” Christa started, “That would’ve been a lot less work, but if you look closely, it’s actually a whistle, or a flute, I guess you might say, anyway, it plays music. I’ve never been particularly skilled myself, and it isn’t because of your elvish heritage that I thought you might like it, but rather, what the whistle does if you play a certain tune. It can be used for evil, so if it ever gets in the wrong hands, you’ll have to destroy it, but I have the sheet music, more or less, for an easier nights sleep for you.”
“Does that mean its magic has the ability to turn off telepathic reads?”
Yes and it can be used against you, if you aren’t careful, Christa warned, “But I had actually tracked it down for my sister, since she’s got a sensitive mind too. It has been disguised as a stick, and was stashed hidden in the forest, one had to know just who its original owner was, in order to be able to find it when he perished. And so it was. Now it’s in your hands. Use it wisely.” then she sniggered, “It might just help you with your aim.”
-
Barney had sighted her and interrupted their conversation, “ADAMS! I had you on for your guard station on the south wall an hour ago, where’ve you been?” Barney called, though he was still in charge of training, he was also in charge of the schedule. He’d tracked her down in the town, which was impressive as it was.
“Cora said she’d take my shift, I’m going out for a bit,” Christa informed.
Barney looked suspiciously at her, as though not satisfied, “Listen, I know you’re not really the type to stay, but we do ask Primes to come back for duty every once and a while, we need you here.”
“And my sister will need me too, I can’t let strangers raise her, no matter how much I trust them.” Captain Barney, now knowing her ulterior motive, permitted it.
“Next time put in for some leave and give us the heads up at the station, you got it?” Barney’s words were firm but friendly, it was an order. “Ah, howdy there Glin,” he said finally and looked at the stick in his hands, as well as the unraveled box.
“It’s his birthday today,” Christa informed, because she knew Glin wouldn’t be so proud as to say it.
“That so! Happy birthday laddie, come to the bar later and we’ll have some drinks, and get very merry.” Barney’s invitation was genuine, and he trudged off, not asking about the queerness of the stick that Christa had evidently gotten the elf for his birthday. Primes, even the ones that he once knew, were starting to get stranger and stranger these days.
“So we going, or what?” Christa asked he elf, and the three of them set off. The elf, the prime, and the wolf, hunting for whatever would come across their path.
It was early morning, her shift was nearly over, and she was, this time, watching the dawn crest the murky, silver sky. Christa’s wolf had doubled in size, though, that wasn’t saying much, since her little Trooper had been but a few weeks old when she had found him. On the other side of the tower, she knew her telepathic friend awaited her. They had plans to go on a morning hunt, as was the elf’s custom for his coming-of-age ceremony.
The guard had let her bring her well trained “dog” on duty, but only the more knowledgable of the squadron suspected that Christa’s companion was in actuality, a wolf, since it was so well trained, and had husky-like patterns. One could tell, however, if they looked into the wolf’s icy eyes -much like Christa’s for that matter- for they were wild, and untamed, but loyal to its alpha. That was Christa Adams, official member of the garrison now, and she even had gotten the emblem sewn into her jacket. The Prime’s eye was squinting over the scope now as she looked at the entwining trees, in the single, level blanket they resembled before their black ensnaring reaches were interrupted by the ever-ending sky.
It was a nice day, a bit overcast, but that was most days. Christa’s shift was up, and Trooper lead the way down the stairs. The Prime passed on her station to Cora, who was doing quite well for herself, since she had finally found her calling. She wasn’t good at using spears or shields, nor even low-impact (kicking) guns, but put a crossbow in her hands and you were as good as dead. It swung over her shoulder now, and they high-fived as they passed each other on the stairs. Christa’s wolf remained silent, as he eyed the woman with the distinguished weapon, sure, they had the same scent, and as warriors, had pledged their allegiance to the same cause, in human custom, wolves did not die if they betrayed the alpha, and Trooper saw anyone that got too chummy with his master as a threat... Save the elf, who were a more noble race.
Christa didn’t have to wave to Glin from across the way, so she didn’t, too much effort, and besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t read her mind that she’d seen him. Instead, she noted his smile and strolled closer, while she tossed her devoured apple pit away, and quenched the hunger in her stomach for at least a little while. (Though, let it be noted, Christa, as well as many other hunters had better luck succeeding a kill on a more or less empty stomach.)
“How do you do,” Glin said to both of them, and greeted the wolf’s eyes, only for a flickering, knowing second (so as to not challenge the beast).
The young wolf wagged his tail momentarily, and then turned his chin to the side, raising his snout in the air as though he had caught scent of something more important. Christa thought her answer, which was more or less ‘fine’ but Glin responded now, to the darker tides of her mind.
“You sense it too, don’t you?” Glin spoke worriedly.
With her fears confirmed, Christa thought it reasonable to ask, “What is it?”
“I hear tell of a danger coming to the entire Omniverse, and many people are much abuzz about a coming event, I’m not sure what or why though, yet...” Sometimes Glin’s power was a little tricky, like if information was on the edge of one’s mind, rather than actively being thought about it, it was harder for Glin to get a read on it. “I fear for you though Christa, for I believe it involves many Primes, and there are plans to involve many more.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
But she got no answer, for she quickly remembered, “Oh! Happy birthday!”
Glin smiled slowly, it wasn’t called a ‘birthday’ in his culture, but he also knew Christa’s last celebrated birthday was painful, so he tried to take her mind from it, until he was shown a present. His eyes held on her mind, searching for the answer of what was in the box, but try as he could, it was not in Christa’s mind.
“Worked hard so you wouldn’t know what it is, but anyway, I think everyone deserves a gift on their birthday, and I don’t think in elvish custom, you’ve ever been given one.” Her assumption was correct, and the tall being looked down at the brown cardboard box, suited with a nice bow-tie shaped ribbon. “Also, I don’t think I could’ve not thought about it on the hunt, so go ahead then.”
With her permission the elf carefully pulled the string, and released the ties around the box. What had the Prime, who could summon anything, gotten him?
To his disappointment, he opened the box, only to find what appeared to be an ordinary stick. He looked up to her eyes, in order to read her mind, expectantly, but Christa challenged her mind delightfully elsewhere. “Okay, you got me, what is it?”
It really did look like just a stick.
“Well obviously, it’s a stick.” Christa said, smirking and quite amused that he hadn’t figured it out yet.
“Is... The gift supposed to be that it was a surprise... Stick?” the elf guessed, since human customs were weird.
“Well,” Christa started, “That would’ve been a lot less work, but if you look closely, it’s actually a whistle, or a flute, I guess you might say, anyway, it plays music. I’ve never been particularly skilled myself, and it isn’t because of your elvish heritage that I thought you might like it, but rather, what the whistle does if you play a certain tune. It can be used for evil, so if it ever gets in the wrong hands, you’ll have to destroy it, but I have the sheet music, more or less, for an easier nights sleep for you.”
“Does that mean its magic has the ability to turn off telepathic reads?”
Yes and it can be used against you, if you aren’t careful, Christa warned, “But I had actually tracked it down for my sister, since she’s got a sensitive mind too. It has been disguised as a stick, and was stashed hidden in the forest, one had to know just who its original owner was, in order to be able to find it when he perished. And so it was. Now it’s in your hands. Use it wisely.” then she sniggered, “It might just help you with your aim.”
-
Barney had sighted her and interrupted their conversation, “ADAMS! I had you on for your guard station on the south wall an hour ago, where’ve you been?” Barney called, though he was still in charge of training, he was also in charge of the schedule. He’d tracked her down in the town, which was impressive as it was.
“Cora said she’d take my shift, I’m going out for a bit,” Christa informed.
Barney looked suspiciously at her, as though not satisfied, “Listen, I know you’re not really the type to stay, but we do ask Primes to come back for duty every once and a while, we need you here.”
“And my sister will need me too, I can’t let strangers raise her, no matter how much I trust them.” Captain Barney, now knowing her ulterior motive, permitted it.
“Next time put in for some leave and give us the heads up at the station, you got it?” Barney’s words were firm but friendly, it was an order. “Ah, howdy there Glin,” he said finally and looked at the stick in his hands, as well as the unraveled box.
“It’s his birthday today,” Christa informed, because she knew Glin wouldn’t be so proud as to say it.
“That so! Happy birthday laddie, come to the bar later and we’ll have some drinks, and get very merry.” Barney’s invitation was genuine, and he trudged off, not asking about the queerness of the stick that Christa had evidently gotten the elf for his birthday. Primes, even the ones that he once knew, were starting to get stranger and stranger these days.
“So we going, or what?” Christa asked he elf, and the three of them set off. The elf, the prime, and the wolf, hunting for whatever would come across their path.
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