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Forty Days of Flash FIc: Day Nine
Jun. 28th, 2012 05:23 amTimeline jumps, we do them.
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"I thought you said this was another world," Maria said, nervously giving Tez's leash a tug as they walked through the gleaming streets of the city. He was muffled, as she was, in a heavy robe that half covered his face, letting the rest of it fall into shadow.
"I thought it was. You try explaining the extra moon," he relied testily. "The alternative is that the portal moved us in time, not in space.
"But how far ahead would we have to be for the stars themselves to move?" She tried to edge away from the street, as she was jostled by trolls, elves, and many things that she didn't have a proper name for.
"Millions of years, minimum. Tens of millions, potentially. That possibility does not fill me with joy."
"You there, in the robes! Halt and present your papers!" a voice called sharply behind them. Maria froze in her tracks, heart pounding. She turned slowly, dreading what she would find.
Standing before them was one of the municipal guards they had seen earlier from a distance, dressed in a tight fitting black leather uniform, a sword at his hip, a pistol on the opposite side. He was a tall man, with a dark brown face, the horns spiraling out from his curly reddish-black hair painted in gold. Behind him, a squad of six men and women, all tall, all dark skinned, all with curling horns painted in colors of rank, gave them unfriendly stares.
Hello, children, Maria thought with dread, Mother has come home.
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"I thought you said this was another world," Maria said, nervously giving Tez's leash a tug as they walked through the gleaming streets of the city. He was muffled, as she was, in a heavy robe that half covered his face, letting the rest of it fall into shadow.
"I thought it was. You try explaining the extra moon," he relied testily. "The alternative is that the portal moved us in time, not in space.
"But how far ahead would we have to be for the stars themselves to move?" She tried to edge away from the street, as she was jostled by trolls, elves, and many things that she didn't have a proper name for.
"Millions of years, minimum. Tens of millions, potentially. That possibility does not fill me with joy."
"You there, in the robes! Halt and present your papers!" a voice called sharply behind them. Maria froze in her tracks, heart pounding. She turned slowly, dreading what she would find.
Standing before them was one of the municipal guards they had seen earlier from a distance, dressed in a tight fitting black leather uniform, a sword at his hip, a pistol on the opposite side. He was a tall man, with a dark brown face, the horns spiraling out from his curly reddish-black hair painted in gold. Behind him, a squad of six men and women, all tall, all dark skinned, all with curling horns painted in colors of rank, gave them unfriendly stares.
Hello, children, Maria thought with dread, Mother has come home.
