Hey Heather, remember when we agreed that I get to post twice in a row?
Yeah, I remember. I suppose you’re going to use your second post now?
Unless you can think of a better time, yes. I am.
Go for it.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Chapter Sixteen (Tim)
Monday's blog post was a day late. If you haven't read it, you're definitely going to want to do that now.
I made my way into the castle. I looked around for a guard who seemed to have some level of importance and said “You! Where is Catherine?”
“In the dungeon as per your orders, emperor.”
As I suspected, the Crusher was in fact the original Tim. The people under his command had no way to tell that I was not him. I said “Bring her to me!”
The guard sent someone else to get her and said “Will that be all, emperor?”
“No. Where is Theo?”
“In the graveyard just north of here, sir. You put him to death for trying to stop your conquest to rule or crush all worlds.”
“Of course. That is all.”
He left and the other guard came back with Catherine in chains. I said “Release her and then leave us.”
“But sir-”
“Don’t question me!”
The guard did as instructed. I moved towards Catherine. After taking a moment to compose herself, she punched me in the face. I said “I’m well aware that Tim deserved that and much more, but I’m not him. I’m his clone.”
Her eyes widened. There were subtle differences between myself and the original, mostly in regards to our faces since mine was just based on what he thought he looked like. She didn’t pick up on the differences until she looked for them. “I’m sorry. What are you doing here?”
“I have a plan to stop the original from crushing any more worlds. We have very little time. Do you know a spell that will close all the passages, not just one?”
She thought for a moment. “Yes, but besides the normal scales, it would require shavings from a dragon horn and Cedric is a few decades too young to have any horns.”
I pulled out the leftover horn shavings from making the Tunneler and asked “Is this enough?”
“Yeah! Why do you-”
“No time. Am I to assume Cedric is what you named the dragon that lives in Renolia?”
“Yes. I’ll call for him.”
She whistled loudly, and a small green dragon flew in an open window. She took some scales off of the dragon and the shavings from my hand. I said “Do we need to be anywhere special to do the spell?”
“No, this will do fine.” She spoke a large number of magic words I had never heard before. When she finally stopped, she said “It’s done. The passages have been sealed off. Now we’re stuck in this world with a mad man... No offense.”
“None taken. But we’re not stuck.”
She eyed me suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
“I got here by using a machine to reopen the passage you closed after I left. As long as the machine is on, we can still use it.”
“Then what are we waiting for?”
“Nothing. Just be sure to bring Cedric along.”
We raced back to the passage. There was a large amount of steam, so much so that I couldn’t see what was going on. A large gust of wind emanated out in all directions from the center of it. The source was the Crusher, who was standing over Heather. Seeing Catherine and I, he took his attention off of Heather and started moving towards us. He said “Well, well, well. It’s official. Every single person I once knew has turned against me.”
I said “I think you have yourself to blame for that one. Destroying worlds just because you can? That doesn’t sound like me at all.”
“You don’t know what it’s like to have this kind of power. You’d do the same in my position. In fact... you did. I’m a bit tired of talking; our cousin made sure of that. I think it’s time to eliminate a few traitors.”
Glancing behind him, I said “You may want to hold off on that.”
“And why is that?”
“My cousin’s power source is wind.”
The Crusher was literally blown over. I thought teaching Heather a wind spell would come in handy. She said “Took you long enough. You’d better get in the passage, quick; I don’t think I can hold him off much longer.”
I took out the amulet and guided Catherine to the passage, with Cedric tagging along. The two of them went in first. I hesitated. I said “Come on Heather, it’s time to go!”
“You go first. I’ll be right behind you as soon as I blow him far enough back that I can get to the passage. Now go!”
I entered the passage. The Gatekeeper appeared to me and said “I must congratulate you. You came up with a plan to stop the Crusher without resorting to killing him.”
“Yeah. I’m so smart,” I said with more than a hint of sarcasm.
“Something troubling you?”
“Well, I pretty much just left my cousin to die back there. Even if he did just recharge her powers a bit, she’s still no match for him.”
The Gatekeeper smiled. “I was going to save this for after you had finished what you set out to do, but I believe you could use the reward a little early.”
“What are you talking about?” Suddenly, I felt something strange. I was... changing.
“Enjoy your new, fully human body. I promised you your heart’s desire, did I not? I think you’ll find that you are once more capable of using magic.”
My eyes widened. I turned around and yelled “Thank you!” as I ran back out the passage to Renolia. Heather’s barrier was up, but it was clearly about to break. I used magic to raise myself off the ground and fly straight at the Crusher. I made an icicle grow on my fist and used the moment to punch through his shield. The ice shattered, but my fist kept going and punched him in the face. He fell backwards. I said “Heather, go back to Earth. Be ready to cut the power to the Tunneler the moment I step through.”
She nodded and walked back towards the passage. The fight must have taken a lot out of her. The Crusher rose to his feet and said “Fool! I don’t know why you can suddenly use magic, but it doesn’t matter. You have the same natural talent as I do, but I’ve had months to increase my skill. You cannot beat me.”
I laughed. “You’re right. No matter how hard I try, there is no possible way I could beat you. Even if Catherine and Heather came back through and Heather somehow got fully recharged, you would still be too powerful. But at the same time, it must kill you to know that no matter how hard you try, you cannot beat me either.”
He went into a fit of rage. I barely managed to throw up a shield before he pelted me with several large fireballs. Several spikes came out of the ground. Each time he hit my shield, I was pushed back a couple inches. I just needed to be a little bit closer... He started using a combination attack where he threw a fireball and an icicle at the same time. Finally, I was close enough. His attacks had pushed me within several feet of the passage. I took down my shield. He threw another fireball and I chucked an icicle. The explosion blasted me back through the passage and to Earth. I yelled “Shut it down!”
I made my way into the castle. I looked around for a guard who seemed to have some level of importance and said “You! Where is Catherine?”
“In the dungeon as per your orders, emperor.”
As I suspected, the Crusher was in fact the original Tim. The people under his command had no way to tell that I was not him. I said “Bring her to me!”
The guard sent someone else to get her and said “Will that be all, emperor?”
“No. Where is Theo?”
“In the graveyard just north of here, sir. You put him to death for trying to stop your conquest to rule or crush all worlds.”
“Of course. That is all.”
He left and the other guard came back with Catherine in chains. I said “Release her and then leave us.”
“But sir-”
“Don’t question me!”
The guard did as instructed. I moved towards Catherine. After taking a moment to compose herself, she punched me in the face. I said “I’m well aware that Tim deserved that and much more, but I’m not him. I’m his clone.”
Her eyes widened. There were subtle differences between myself and the original, mostly in regards to our faces since mine was just based on what he thought he looked like. She didn’t pick up on the differences until she looked for them. “I’m sorry. What are you doing here?”
“I have a plan to stop the original from crushing any more worlds. We have very little time. Do you know a spell that will close all the passages, not just one?”
She thought for a moment. “Yes, but besides the normal scales, it would require shavings from a dragon horn and Cedric is a few decades too young to have any horns.”
I pulled out the leftover horn shavings from making the Tunneler and asked “Is this enough?”
“Yeah! Why do you-”
“No time. Am I to assume Cedric is what you named the dragon that lives in Renolia?”
“Yes. I’ll call for him.”
She whistled loudly, and a small green dragon flew in an open window. She took some scales off of the dragon and the shavings from my hand. I said “Do we need to be anywhere special to do the spell?”
“No, this will do fine.” She spoke a large number of magic words I had never heard before. When she finally stopped, she said “It’s done. The passages have been sealed off. Now we’re stuck in this world with a mad man... No offense.”
“None taken. But we’re not stuck.”
She eyed me suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
“I got here by using a machine to reopen the passage you closed after I left. As long as the machine is on, we can still use it.”
“Then what are we waiting for?”
“Nothing. Just be sure to bring Cedric along.”
We raced back to the passage. There was a large amount of steam, so much so that I couldn’t see what was going on. A large gust of wind emanated out in all directions from the center of it. The source was the Crusher, who was standing over Heather. Seeing Catherine and I, he took his attention off of Heather and started moving towards us. He said “Well, well, well. It’s official. Every single person I once knew has turned against me.”
I said “I think you have yourself to blame for that one. Destroying worlds just because you can? That doesn’t sound like me at all.”
“You don’t know what it’s like to have this kind of power. You’d do the same in my position. In fact... you did. I’m a bit tired of talking; our cousin made sure of that. I think it’s time to eliminate a few traitors.”
Glancing behind him, I said “You may want to hold off on that.”
“And why is that?”
“My cousin’s power source is wind.”
The Crusher was literally blown over. I thought teaching Heather a wind spell would come in handy. She said “Took you long enough. You’d better get in the passage, quick; I don’t think I can hold him off much longer.”
I took out the amulet and guided Catherine to the passage, with Cedric tagging along. The two of them went in first. I hesitated. I said “Come on Heather, it’s time to go!”
“You go first. I’ll be right behind you as soon as I blow him far enough back that I can get to the passage. Now go!”
I entered the passage. The Gatekeeper appeared to me and said “I must congratulate you. You came up with a plan to stop the Crusher without resorting to killing him.”
“Yeah. I’m so smart,” I said with more than a hint of sarcasm.
“Something troubling you?”
“Well, I pretty much just left my cousin to die back there. Even if he did just recharge her powers a bit, she’s still no match for him.”
The Gatekeeper smiled. “I was going to save this for after you had finished what you set out to do, but I believe you could use the reward a little early.”
“What are you talking about?” Suddenly, I felt something strange. I was... changing.
“Enjoy your new, fully human body. I promised you your heart’s desire, did I not? I think you’ll find that you are once more capable of using magic.”
My eyes widened. I turned around and yelled “Thank you!” as I ran back out the passage to Renolia. Heather’s barrier was up, but it was clearly about to break. I used magic to raise myself off the ground and fly straight at the Crusher. I made an icicle grow on my fist and used the moment to punch through his shield. The ice shattered, but my fist kept going and punched him in the face. He fell backwards. I said “Heather, go back to Earth. Be ready to cut the power to the Tunneler the moment I step through.”
She nodded and walked back towards the passage. The fight must have taken a lot out of her. The Crusher rose to his feet and said “Fool! I don’t know why you can suddenly use magic, but it doesn’t matter. You have the same natural talent as I do, but I’ve had months to increase my skill. You cannot beat me.”
I laughed. “You’re right. No matter how hard I try, there is no possible way I could beat you. Even if Catherine and Heather came back through and Heather somehow got fully recharged, you would still be too powerful. But at the same time, it must kill you to know that no matter how hard you try, you cannot beat me either.”
He went into a fit of rage. I barely managed to throw up a shield before he pelted me with several large fireballs. Several spikes came out of the ground. Each time he hit my shield, I was pushed back a couple inches. I just needed to be a little bit closer... He started using a combination attack where he threw a fireball and an icicle at the same time. Finally, I was close enough. His attacks had pushed me within several feet of the passage. I took down my shield. He threw another fireball and I chucked an icicle. The explosion blasted me back through the passage and to Earth. I yelled “Shut it down!”
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Chapter Fifteen (Heather)
My hand trembled as I prepared to release a fireball. Feelings of inadequacy and doubt boiled in my mind. What effect could my limited knowledge of magic possibly have on someone as powerful as the Crusher of Worlds? What had I gotten myself into? I just hoped Tim knew what he was doing. After all, it was his plan.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Chapter Fourteen (Tim)
I am the first person (from Earth, at least) to discover this metal. I shall name it... conductivium.
Okay, Tim. Get off your ego trip and get back to the story please.
Hey, what did we say about writing in each other’s posts? Hmmmm?
Okay, Tim. Get off your ego trip and get back to the story please.
Hey, what did we say about writing in each other’s posts? Hmmmm?
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Chapter Thirteen (Heather)
I sat down on a tree stump as I waited for Tim. I pawed through the satchel I had packed: swimsuit, mittens, flashlight, a towel, a water bottle, and a peanut butter sandwich. That should cover just about everything. Short of dragons. I patted the pocket where I had stashed the dragon horn chunk and the red gem from yesterday. Yep, still there.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Chapter Twelve (Tim)
The dragon stared us down. I noticed that it was missing one of its horns. It didn’t look like the dragon was willing to let us get away a second (or maybe third?) time. Without warning, it dived down at us. Heather shouted “Fiba!”
Friday, July 27, 2012
Chapter Eleven (Heather)
Note: Heather and I have switched to a Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule. To read the previous chapter, click here.
As I followed Tim into the passage, I sized up the situation. We were looking for a gem and some metal to finish a contraption that might get us to Renolia before the Crusher of Worlds destroyed it. Given that gemstones were expensive and the metal we needed might not even exist, our search seemed about as easy as the proverbial grass-filled hunt for sewing implements.
Tim and I exited the passage near a grassy knoll. There were a couple of large trees at the foot of the knoll and, beyond them, the edge of a cliff. The only sound was the wind. Tim and I both stepped forward to get a peek at the cliff. Upon realizing that the bottom was shrouded in mist, I quickly retreated to the safety of the grassy knoll. I sat down and tried not to think about the heights. Tim lingered a moment longer before returning to the knoll and looking around. I looked up at him. “Something tells me we’re not going to find any gemstones or metal here. Shall we move on?”
Tim shook his head. “This is the first place we’ve been since we left Earth that the environment or something in it wasn’t trying to kill us. It’s the perfect place for magic lessons.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Now? I thought we were in a hurry to finish this contraption of yours.” I suddenly realized what I said. “Not that I’m arguing. If you want to teach me magic, I’m all in. I’m just surprised, is all.”
“If the worlds we’ve been to so far are any indication, we won’t survive long enough to complete it without using magic. Gems are generally well guarded, and we may have to resort to some sort of alchemy to make the metal.”
I got up. “Alright, where do we start?” If Tim was serious about teaching me magic, I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass by.
Tim knelt down and started writing numbers in a nearby dust patch. “You have thirty seconds to look at these.”
I glanced at the set, trying to commit them to memory. All too soon, Tim erased them with his foot. “What’s this for?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you in a bit. First, it’s time for you to learn about the history of magic.”
Tim started talking. I listened at first, but after the first half-hour the names and dates began to blur. Stuff about the first discovery of magic, the development of different types of magic, the origins of the magic spell language, on and on. It was plenty interesting, but there was so much of it. My head felt like it was going to explode. Tim must have noticed my eyes glaze over because he finally stopped. “Alright, that’s long enough. Repeat the numbers I wrote down.”
I blinked at him. Numbers? I tried to recall, but only managed to remember the first four. The rest swam somewhere between the history lecture and my initial excitement for magic lessons. “4, 7, 5, . . . um . . . 9? I can’t remember any more.”
“Those are the first four, yes. Not bad. When Theo did that to me, I only got the first three.”
I sighed. “My memory is out of practice. If you’d have asked me the year I got my Timothy Award in Awana, I’d have remembered twice as many. But what was that for, anyhow?”
“That was the thirty/thirty test. You write down the first nine numbers in a random order and give the person thirty seconds to memorize them. Then you distract them for thirty minutes with lots of dates or other numbers and then ask them to repeat it. If they remember three or more, they’re good enough at memorizing to be a magic user. If not, there’s not much point in teaching them. You passed, so... ready for a real magic lesson?”
I grinned. “You bet!”
Magic lessons commenced. We practiced various defense spells until I was tired, then sat under a tree to rest while Tim quizzed me on lists of magic words and answered my endless questions. Hours turned into days as we spent the better part of a week practicing and reviewing the fundamentals of magic usage. As my repertoire of spells and defenses grew, I felt less and less confident. Tim said I had potential, but what good was potential if we ever did find the Crusher of Worlds? Obviously he was a powerful magician to have crushed entire civilizations. At least I was with Tim. Surely he’d come up with some brilliant plan when the time came.
Tim eventually called the lessons to a halt. “I think we’ve spent enough time training. There’s plenty more for you to learn, but we don’t have time for anything but the basics.”
I nodded. “We probably should get back to building the Tunneler before anything happens. What did we still need, a gemstone and some metal? And we should probably take this hunk of dragon horn back to the secret lab place. I’m tired of carrying it around in my pocket.”
“I guess we can. But after that, back to searching.”
Tim pulled the pendant out of his pocket and located the passage back to the ruined world with the dragons. As we stepped into the passage, I noticed a familiar yet eerie change in scenery. The silent, between-world twilight appeared, with the dragon world nowhere in sight. I glanced around, looking for the Gatekeeper.
“It’s been a long time.” The Gatekeeper materialized out of the dusk, seeming disapproving. “The Crusher of Worlds is still at large. Why do you not make haste?”
As I followed Tim into the passage, I sized up the situation. We were looking for a gem and some metal to finish a contraption that might get us to Renolia before the Crusher of Worlds destroyed it. Given that gemstones were expensive and the metal we needed might not even exist, our search seemed about as easy as the proverbial grass-filled hunt for sewing implements.
Tim and I exited the passage near a grassy knoll. There were a couple of large trees at the foot of the knoll and, beyond them, the edge of a cliff. The only sound was the wind. Tim and I both stepped forward to get a peek at the cliff. Upon realizing that the bottom was shrouded in mist, I quickly retreated to the safety of the grassy knoll. I sat down and tried not to think about the heights. Tim lingered a moment longer before returning to the knoll and looking around. I looked up at him. “Something tells me we’re not going to find any gemstones or metal here. Shall we move on?”
Tim shook his head. “This is the first place we’ve been since we left Earth that the environment or something in it wasn’t trying to kill us. It’s the perfect place for magic lessons.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Now? I thought we were in a hurry to finish this contraption of yours.” I suddenly realized what I said. “Not that I’m arguing. If you want to teach me magic, I’m all in. I’m just surprised, is all.”
“If the worlds we’ve been to so far are any indication, we won’t survive long enough to complete it without using magic. Gems are generally well guarded, and we may have to resort to some sort of alchemy to make the metal.”
I got up. “Alright, where do we start?” If Tim was serious about teaching me magic, I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass by.
Tim knelt down and started writing numbers in a nearby dust patch. “You have thirty seconds to look at these.”
I glanced at the set, trying to commit them to memory. All too soon, Tim erased them with his foot. “What’s this for?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you in a bit. First, it’s time for you to learn about the history of magic.”
Tim started talking. I listened at first, but after the first half-hour the names and dates began to blur. Stuff about the first discovery of magic, the development of different types of magic, the origins of the magic spell language, on and on. It was plenty interesting, but there was so much of it. My head felt like it was going to explode. Tim must have noticed my eyes glaze over because he finally stopped. “Alright, that’s long enough. Repeat the numbers I wrote down.”
I blinked at him. Numbers? I tried to recall, but only managed to remember the first four. The rest swam somewhere between the history lecture and my initial excitement for magic lessons. “4, 7, 5, . . . um . . . 9? I can’t remember any more.”
“Those are the first four, yes. Not bad. When Theo did that to me, I only got the first three.”
I sighed. “My memory is out of practice. If you’d have asked me the year I got my Timothy Award in Awana, I’d have remembered twice as many. But what was that for, anyhow?”
“That was the thirty/thirty test. You write down the first nine numbers in a random order and give the person thirty seconds to memorize them. Then you distract them for thirty minutes with lots of dates or other numbers and then ask them to repeat it. If they remember three or more, they’re good enough at memorizing to be a magic user. If not, there’s not much point in teaching them. You passed, so... ready for a real magic lesson?”
I grinned. “You bet!”
Magic lessons commenced. We practiced various defense spells until I was tired, then sat under a tree to rest while Tim quizzed me on lists of magic words and answered my endless questions. Hours turned into days as we spent the better part of a week practicing and reviewing the fundamentals of magic usage. As my repertoire of spells and defenses grew, I felt less and less confident. Tim said I had potential, but what good was potential if we ever did find the Crusher of Worlds? Obviously he was a powerful magician to have crushed entire civilizations. At least I was with Tim. Surely he’d come up with some brilliant plan when the time came.
Tim eventually called the lessons to a halt. “I think we’ve spent enough time training. There’s plenty more for you to learn, but we don’t have time for anything but the basics.”
I nodded. “We probably should get back to building the Tunneler before anything happens. What did we still need, a gemstone and some metal? And we should probably take this hunk of dragon horn back to the secret lab place. I’m tired of carrying it around in my pocket.”
“I guess we can. But after that, back to searching.”
Tim pulled the pendant out of his pocket and located the passage back to the ruined world with the dragons. As we stepped into the passage, I noticed a familiar yet eerie change in scenery. The silent, between-world twilight appeared, with the dragon world nowhere in sight. I glanced around, looking for the Gatekeeper.
“It’s been a long time.” The Gatekeeper materialized out of the dusk, seeming disapproving. “The Crusher of Worlds is still at large. Why do you not make haste?”
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Chapter Ten (Tim)
“What do you mean, ‘our ticket to Renolia’? What’s this contraption got to do with Renolia?” As she often did, Heather looked at me with a confused look on her face.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Chapter Nine (Heather)
The temperature dropped suddenly. I pulled my cloak closer around me as snow began to blow in my face. For a moment, I almost looked back at the warm rainforest we had just come from, but memories of carnivorous dinosaurs kept me moving forward. Snow was better than becoming a dino snack any day. Or dragon snack, for that matter.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Chapter Eight (Tim)
Heather and I surveyed our surroundings. Just as the amulet showed, we were in some sort of rainforest. We were in a particularly dense part of the forest, so we pushed through the flora until we reached a clearing. There was a lake in front of us. The planet’s star was directly overhead. Heather said “Who turned the lights on? Wasn’t it night time just a moment ago?”
Monday, July 16, 2012
Chapter Seven Part 2 (Still Heather)
I sat at the table in our cell, poking at the meal the guard had served us. My appetite had left me after the hours of questioning. I glanced irritably across the room at Tim, who was sitting on one of the beds. He appeared lost in thought as he picked at the fuzz on the blanket. Finally, I could stand it no longer. “I told you to stay off the grass,” I muttered. “There was a sign right there and everything. You should have listened to me.”
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Chapter Seven (Heather)
Our “hearts’ desires”, huh? Tim sure was quick to jump on that.
I mused on the situation as I made my way through the world-wood for the third time. The word Renolia floated through my mind in search of something to connect to. I pushed it away irritably, choosing instead to focus on the Gatekeeper and his promise. Who was that guy? And what did he know about what my heart desired? Shoot, most days I wasn’t 100% sure. The memory of that toy dog in the ash heap surfaced again and I began to tear up at the thought of it. At the moment, I wanted nothing more than justice for that destroyed neighborhood. And if that meant confronting some so-called “Crusher of Worlds”, so be it.
I mused on the situation as I made my way through the world-wood for the third time. The word Renolia floated through my mind in search of something to connect to. I pushed it away irritably, choosing instead to focus on the Gatekeeper and his promise. Who was that guy? And what did he know about what my heart desired? Shoot, most days I wasn’t 100% sure. The memory of that toy dog in the ash heap surfaced again and I began to tear up at the thought of it. At the moment, I wanted nothing more than justice for that destroyed neighborhood. And if that meant confronting some so-called “Crusher of Worlds”, so be it.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Chapter Six (Tim)
“Yeah, no thanks,” said Heather, clearly fed up with adventure. She left the passage and I followed. Later on I opened a restaurant themed after otherworldly meals. Heather was the waitress. We never left Earth again.
Yeah right.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Chapter Five (Heather)
I followed Tim into the passage. “Just no more dragons, that’s all I ask,” I muttered as we stepped through. “And no Shelob-sized spiders, either. Anything else, I’m up for.” I glanced down, careful not to tread on the hem of Tim’s cloak in front of me. The ground was becoming rocky underfoot. I pushed my own cloak back over my shoulder as the air grew suddenly stifling. Like an oven.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Chapter Four (Tim)
At the time, I was glad Heather fell for it. I wasn’t planning on guiding her any time soon. But what she said got me thinking. What if we could find another way to Renolia? I hadn’t been there since I was “born.” Even though I never really knew them, I really missed Catherine and Theo. Especially Catherine. I could stand to not see Theo.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Chapter Three (Heather)
“Stop pushing!” I whirled on Tim, scowling. “I was just trying to get a picture!”
The brisk wind reminded me we had returned to Earth. Refusing to look at Tim, I dug in my backpack for my sweatshirt. “How’d you find me anyhow?”
Monday, June 25, 2012
Chapter Two (Tim)
I was just minding my own business. Trying to forget about the fact that I’m just a clone and relax for awhile. And what do I find when I check Facebook? A status update from Heather. Normally, this would be no cause for alarm. It would just be something about work or school, often phrased in a humorous manner. Today? Today her status update sent a chill down my spine. The status update mentioned that she was going to go exploring. Once again, a seemingly innocent act. However, she said she was going exploring in a certain forest, one I haven’t been to since… well, since I arrived on Earth. While I am sure that the path to Renolia was and is closed… I couldn’t just let her wander around that forest alone.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Chapter One (Heather)
There was no doubt about it. I was well and truly lost.
Not that I was unduly upset about it. Sure, a little worried, but not really worked up about it. I mean, it’s not like I’m Tim and I could go for a walk and end up in a magic land. I wished I could end up in a magic land, if only so I’d end up someplace and not be lost anymore. And with how lost I was, I deserved to find a whole magic kingdom. Maybe Narnia.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Not So Final After All
Hello everyone. I know I said I wasn’t going to post anymore, but something interesting happened this summer. It involved my cousin Heather, and as such, I have asked her to help write down what happened. I think it should be interesting to see things from two different perspectives. Anything I write will be written in green, and anything she writes will be written in this other color. Here, I think I’ll let her introduce herself.
Hi everyone! This is Heather. Like Tim said, I had a part in this adventure. As a reader of his earlier travels, I had questioned the authenticity of his account. But now . . . well, I’ll let you be the judge, dear reader. I’m just going to say that what happened was completely Tim’s fault. Right, Tim?
Yeah, yeah. At least I didn’t almost get us killed. Twice.
You would bring that up.
I tend to hold onto things like that, yes.
And getting us arrested? Totally your fault.
It’s not like I could have known about the- You know what? Enough of this arguing. Let’s just let the audience decide who’s more to blame. Also, from now on, we write separate posts. Got it?
Fine, you win. But I get the first post. PPPBBBTTT!
Whatever you say...
Hi everyone! This is Heather. Like Tim said, I had a part in this adventure. As a reader of his earlier travels, I had questioned the authenticity of his account. But now . . . well, I’ll let you be the judge, dear reader. I’m just going to say that what happened was completely Tim’s fault. Right, Tim?
Yeah, yeah. At least I didn’t almost get us killed. Twice.
You would bring that up.
I tend to hold onto things like that, yes.
And getting us arrested? Totally your fault.
It’s not like I could have known about the- You know what? Enough of this arguing. Let’s just let the audience decide who’s more to blame. Also, from now on, we write separate posts. Got it?
Fine, you win. But I get the first post. PPPBBBTTT!
Whatever you say...
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
How to Prevent the End of Two Worlds
I went back to Renolia on Tuesday to talk to Theo and Catherine about what I believe I figured out what my future self was warning me about. More after the jump.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Eclipse (part two)
I wasn't going to continue the blog but given recent events it looks like I should. More after the jump.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
A Letter to the Past
This is a message from Tim to Tim. If there was anyone still reading the blog at this point, this isn't exactly a blog post. You can read it if you want, but my past self is the one that needs to see this. Here, I'll put in one of those jumps I always used to use.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Eclipse (part one)
Sorry I didn't post on Friday night, I was a bit busy... (explanation after the jump)
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
A Talk About Dragons
On a recent visit to Renolia, I decided to ask Catherine what dragons were like before they went extinct. (more after the jump)
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
How Renolia Came to Be
I was doing some reading in the royal archives and I managed to put together some interesting information. (more after the jump)
Friday, March 2, 2012
Update on the Egg
Short post today. Several of the white spots I noticed on the egg last time are now red like the rest of it. The book I read in the Royal Archives said that the white spots only start disappearing when there is less than a year left before the egg hatches. Something to look forward to?
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Dual Duels (part two)
Technical note: my update schedule is going to change slightly. Instead of being Monday/Wednesday/Friday at some random point in the day, it will be on Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday being posted at midnight or even earlier, possibly leading to the update being posted late in the day on the day before. How is this different, you may ask? Well, it hopefully prevents people from going to my blog on M/W/F and then not seeing an update and then being sad. (actual part two after the jump)
Monday, February 27, 2012
Dual Duels (part one)
A few days ago, I went to Renolia. Catherine and Theo were waiting for me, but something was different this time. (more after the jump)
Friday, February 17, 2012
Not much to say
The next several months after I met Catherine and Theo were pretty uneventful. Every time I went to Renolia, I met with one or both of them for a bit and then studied magic with Theo. If I think of anything important, I'll post about it, but for the most part I'll post about what's going on now.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
My Teacher
Sorry about the inactivity. I'll try to stick to a M/W/F schedule, see how that works out. (More after the jump.)
Friday, February 10, 2012
First Time (part two)
Again, it's after the jump. I'm just doing this to avoid cluttering up the list of posts.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The First Time
Nothing interesting has happened the last couple of days, so I guess I'll just post about the first time I went to the land of Renolia. (more after the jump)
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Egg
I was out exploring some caves yesterday and I stumbled across a rather large egg. It is dark red with a few white spots here and there. I did some research in the royal archives, and it appears to be a dragon egg. Dragon eggs can take up to one hundred years to hatch, so don't hold your breath. This book on dragons also says that they were wiped out ninety years ago because humans were scared of them. It makes no mention of the dragons being aggressive. I think I'll keep the egg a secret from the Renolians for now.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Hello
I'm new to blogging, so please excuse my inexperience. I made this blog so I could share my experiences. Recently, I stumbled across a portal to another world. That world is called Renolia. It's a world similar to our own, but it is stuck in the Middle Ages (possibly due to the presence of magic). I will try to update this blog frequently with posts about what's going on now or what has happened prior to making this blog.
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