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Date Posted: 16:44:07 07/07/01 Sat
Author: Rana
Subject: "What the hell is he talking about?" he thought...
In reply to: Biggs, Dream Guide 's message, ""Ah, you finally arrived..."" on 00:48:21 07/01/01 Sun

Nothing added up in this place. Rana was perplexed. Many things he had been in his day, but never a fool. On some level, he instinctively knew that while his astral self wandered this strange land, where at times he didn't even recognize his own voice, his body still lay aboard the bridge of the NOVA*Beacon. Even a first year Manarian mage knew the dangers of prolonged astral travel.

"...when you awake, we will be at the great mirror." his guide had said. But was he not already dreaming? The strange landscape, the floating island, even the fact that his own robes had been replaced by a shirt and pants--it all added up to a dream or a dream dimension. Could there be another level then that this Biggs spoke of? Whatever it was, he could not remain too long here. He turned to speak to his guide and

handed the giggling girl a bouquet of flowers. She gave him a peck on the cheek and ran off to play with the other children. Rana rubbed his cheek thoughtfully; why had his teachers warned him not to even try such simple parlour tricks without supervision? Were all the elders fools? The boy began to run to join the other children when he heard his mother calling from their house. With supper impending, Wanda and the other children would have to wait.

The aroma of the meal greeted him as he entered; his mother was sometimes too strict for his tastes, but her gastronomic abilities more than compensated. The boy smiled as his father walked by and tousled his hair. As they ate, he barely paid attention as his parents spoke of the knights from the neighboring kingdom, assembling at the borders. Politics was so boring to Rana; he was more more interested in his magic lessons, or in making friends with the other children. The elders had tryed hard to isolate him ever since his 'gifts' and 'potential' and a lot of other vague terms they used around him were brought to light. He smiled again thinking of the kiss that Wanda had given him; his parents warned him she was too mature for her age and already three years his senior besides, but a young man on the cusp of puberty, he had little control over such things.

"...this certainly qualifies as a major divergence..."

Rana looked over his shoulder through the foyer to his living room. He wondered what the old man was talking about as he spoke to the woman in the tattered SBR flightsuit. He didn't wonder why there was a bar where his living room should be. The patrons' backs were to him and he could only make out a few words.

He turned back to the table, and smiled as the waitress brought him another drink. The dive in the twentieth-century part of Earth designated "Astoria" was as dim and smoke-filled as ever. The people were so gritty, so real, and so removed from the problems of Manar. He sipped at his Martini thoughtfully. These were good times, whether eating dinner with his parents or playing with his friends as a boy, or travelling time and space to find a bar where he would be at peace. These were times that nothing could ever change. But these were times

that had changed, as abruptly and unexpectedly as the scenery around him. He looked up at the big mirror before the floating island, and turned to Biggs.

"Where are we now? Is this...is this the great mirror you spoke of?"

He patiently awaited Biggs' reply...

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Re: "What the hell is he talking about?" he thought... -- Biggs, Dream Guide, 20:19:50 07/12/01 Thu