Post by Pseudomuse on Dec 23, 2004 22:18:12 GMT -8
sry guys this is only part of part one. i could find the rest, its somewhere, i just have to find that somewhere. i know it unpolished and pretty much crap but have fun with it anyway. cheers kids. ~ Pseudomuse
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Christian Sinclair dithered along, carefully placing one foot in front of the other, puzzling over the ground in front of him. The stones on the walk had been worn down by the ages of wind, rain and fire. But they hadn’t been this worn last time Christian had trampled these streets, no they definitely looked older, Christian told himself, old and bleached like an old man’s bare feet. But age didn’t matter to Christian, he had been away too long for even his eyes to remember when they were new. New…what an interesting concept…two centuries ago, it must have been, and now it seems an eternity and today. The breeze played with the leaves and for a moment he could hear her voice. But she was gone now, as was everything else he had ever cared for.
“Christian…old friend, you here, what brings you?” The soft feminine voice startled him and he spun to face the intruder.
It could have passed for an apparition’s voice but it seemed vaguely familiar.
“Raine…” he started trying to make out the shifting figure in the moonlight.
“Yes, Christian, she it is.” The tell tale third person speech told him all he needed to know, it was her.
“I…uh…how did you know I was here?”<br>
“Raine has her ways.” Raine replied coming closer, so he could see her.
Raine was dressed in attire befitting most of the present day; baggy pants, converse all-stars, and a large black sweatshirt. Her red hair was pulled back from her pale face, her ice blue eyes reflected an inner chilling sadness and her sad smile had not changed.
The centuries had not altered either of them.
“Back her, you are, why? This for you, place of hate Raine believes to be or… perhaps Raine wrong is?” She added her appalling grammar that made her so unique, almost made him smile. Most people believed her to be a halfwit, dumb or otherwise because she spoke so poorly, but as Christian knew time prove quite poorly to people’s perceptions.
“I am not sure why Raine, I just ended up her.”<br>“Oh…” Raine looked from him out past the ragged, dilapidated Spanish Fort, La Fuente del Dios.
“Careful here, Christian need be. Here, not welcome we are.” Her brow creased as she thought.
“But help Raine will. Me, you follow. No trap, afraid of that and Raine not be. Aramatos, we must together stick.”<br>
“I am not afraid of being trapped by you Raine. You are a friend and I trust you and you’re right as Aramatos we must stick together.” Christian replied hoping he sounded convincing.
Raine nimbly sped off and Christian followed somewhat happily. The journey had been hard on him and he was quite hungry.
