Prophecies and Timtallegay

 

The new scene snapped in, a large room with a young figure seated on a huge throne at the far end. It was Oberon. Rather good to see him in one piece again, I thought. I addressed my unseen patron, "Thank you". Next to Oberon, space tore open through shadow, and out stepped the younger version of Lothos.

"I'm beginning to get a very nasty feeling about all this" I commented out loud. Then I noted Timtallegay in the rear of the room, and he slowly began walking towards the throne. Seeming to not see us, Lothos addressed Oberon.

"That's it, I can't approve. We've been over this several times, but you're doing this wrong. I don't know if I'm going to stand by and let it happen."

"Look" Oberon replied, "you don't have much choice. I do what I want."

Lothos chuckled, "Listen you little insignifigant slime. You should be grateful I haven't eaten your soul already. You don't do what you want, you do what I permit you to do."

Oberon looked at Lothos with total disregard, very distastefully. That look was familiar to me, now I knew for sure that the kid, Bobo, had been the young Oberon. Interesting. He sneered at Lothos.

"Yeah right. Whatever." It was clear he didn't consider Lothos any threat at all.

"Your father only hold so much weight" Lothos told him. "Don't think you can hide behind his shield forever."

Neither of them seemed to notice either mine nor Timtallegay's approach. After a few moments, the room seemed to vaguely warp, the image breaking up. There was a lot of commotion going on in the new scene, as if there were a big battle. Amongst the crowd were Fiona, next to her Brand and Bleys. They seemed to be at the center of the battle, surrounded by fighters wearing blue with a silver crescent moon. They seemed to be armoured underneath. It looked to have been a very nasty fight. The troops nearest the redheads were covered with blood, and badly messed up. Brand headed into the troops a bit. He spoke to them.

"That's it, I've had enough of this, we're leaving. I cannot stand by while this happens. We have to do something." He moved his hand in an arc-like gesture while I watched very closely. A black space, like a door, appeared. I noticed, sickly, that the edges were quite clean, not a tear in space. All kinds of questions and doubts rose up in my mind.

Brand called out, "Everyone! This way!" He started filing the people in blue and silver through the doorway. Others rushed to the battle front to hold the lines and keep the fighting away from the escape. Eventually, ranks broke and Fiona and Bleys went through. Brand waited, going at the last moment. He backed through, waving a hand to close the arch. Just as he went through, for a moment, I could see from his vantage point, as if from his eyes. Way off in the distance, on a white horse, was Oberon solidly behind the enemy lines. The image smeared and broke up a bit. When it solidified, we were in the center of a village, pretty mangled as if it had gone through several battles. Many burnt down houses half stood, with lots of frightened looking poeple milling about. They seemed alarmed at the mass immigration. Then an old woman actually bumped into Timtallegay. I heard him say hello to her.

PING

I felt an odd pressure, then there was a swoosh of liquid as the contact faded away. I sighed again. When it was gone, I saw TimT holding his hand out to the woman. She got a wide-eyed look of fear on her face and ran away from him. That seemed like an unlikely response to Tim.

"Timtalegay?" I tried. There was no response, though for a moment I thought this scene might be following different rules. Tim started looking around, so I decided to see what Brand was up to. As I looked for him, I got a good look at the villagers as well. They appeared to be fairly normal shadow people, even though the soldiers seemed different. Their appearence was better somehow, they had more presence and felt more real, altogether a more powerful, stronger breed. Then I saw Fiona, Bleys and Brand in the crowd, apparently about the same time that Tim spotted them. Timtallegay headed for Bleys, and I moved that way too, trying to get closer to Brand. Bleys was deep in a conversation and TimT moved near him, trying to get his attention. I stood over near Brand, observing. Eventually, I noticed that TimT came over near Brand as well. He seemed to be glancing at a man who was addressing the masses. I could hear the people muttering nearby, they seemed to be disheartened and confused. They believed that in the trial of combat the righteous would always prevail. The man addressing them was delivering a sort of pep talk, emphasizing staying focused on their goal, that they held the secret, they'd been given the greatest gift and with that there is nothing that they couldn't do. The enemy, he told them, were barbaric animals, they didn't know the truth. Eventually we will win, he orated enthusiastically.

Brand was looking a bit bored at all this, and started wandering away. I tried without much effort to get his attention, and was not surprised when I couldn't. I started to follow Brand but the image began breaking up.

There were colored, swirly lights, then things resolidified to a very large battle scene again. There was a figure slumped over, cradling a woman in his arms. On closer inspection, Timtallegay alongside, I saw that the figure was Bleys. The woman was obviously dead, and he was in great distress. She wore a beautiful ornate dress of blue silk, though I didn't recognise her. Timtallegay, also looking sad, knelt down by them. Fiona walked up and put a hand gently on Bleys' shoulder.

Her voice was kind, "There's nothing that can be done. We had to do it. Occasionally, even we have to follow orders. We do what we must. Now we must move on."

Bleys' grief was tangible and intense. I wondered who she was, and I felt very bad for him. But off to the left I caught a glimpse of Brand again, apparently weaving an intricate spell. Fascinated, I turned to watch. There was a large explosion off in the distance. I moved closer, listening carefully, but couldn't figure out the spell. The battle raged on near the site of the explosion.

This image too broke up, faded, and we resolidified in the crowd at the village again. The speaker was again trying to rally the masses, though unsuccessfully. The old woman I'd seen earlier pushed her way to the front of the crowd.

"Wait, wait, hear me, hear me" she called. "I know the truth of this. Our time will come again. He who was of our greatest enemy will be our savior. And he will bring with him the eyes of blue." The murmuring stopped as the crowd began paying her attention. Timtallegay walked up to her at that point. People muttered through the crowd, and I wondered if they could see him. Then she turned and looked directly at him. Interesting indeed!

"Hello" he greeted her. Her eyes grew wide again and she held a hand out to him, palm extended towards him. On her hand was a symbol, a circle, part of which was made up of a crescent moon. In the rest of the circle was a very intricate pattern, with thin, delicate lines. I'd never seen anything like it before. Timtallegay held his hand up in response. There was a flash of blue light between them, and she dropped her hand. Timtallegay backed away from her. The scene began to fade.

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