Subj: [ffml] [MW] Resurrection
Date: 98-09-19 03:26:16 EDT
From: uainss00@umail.ucsb.edu (Sky H Ainsworth)
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From: Sky H Ainsworth
The darkness was empty. Nothing could be seen or felt in the void.
Yet he was there. He existed in the darkness. He was the god at the point
of birth, ready to create.
Why are you here? asked the voice.
"What?" asked the being.
He opened his eyes, or were they already open. He saw nothing as
soon as he thought he opened his eyes, so he could not be sure. But he was
sure of this, he was not in place he should have been.
Why are you here? asked the presence.
"Where is here?" asked the man.
He tried to touch something, the ground, his body, even his own
fingers, but could feel nothing. He could not even detect if he was
breathing or not.
Here is here. Here is where you are, stated the presence.
"If I knew where here was, maybe I could assertain how I got here
and why I am here," said the warrior.
The man could not tell from which direction the voice came from,
only that it was there and that it came and passed, though it's presence
washed over him like a wave. He could not tell how he could speak even,
where his mouth was, or how his voice carried out.
You were there. Then you came here, said the presence. Why are you
here?
The man thought. Bacca thought. Bacca then recalled it all.
He had been battling Drugga, the orc lord, and had fallen from his
club blow. He had passed out, but Golden Melody rescued him. The last
thing he saw was the stirrup of Goldie's saddle and then a sharp pain in
his leg, and a violent stab in his back, and then nothing. The image of a
ground before his vision, rushing past his face, was the only thing he
saw. That image was this image, yet it was different now. How did it all
change without his knowing?
"Am I dead?" asked the High Lord of All That Kicks Ass.
Is this the place that the dead come to, said the presence,
seeming to ask Bacca a question.
Bacca waited a moment, but heard nothing. "Is it?"
This is my place. You came here. Do you know why you are? asked
the presence
"No. You must tell."
Bacca then became aware of a border, and edge, to his vision. He
could not see past something. He was aware of this because out of the
border, from the edge, stepped a figure.
Bacca could not make out the figure at first, but after
concentrating on it for a while, he recognized it.
"Father!"
Bacca's father, Alexander "stood" before his son. The man appeared
the way he did the last time Bacca had seen him.
Resplendid in a white robe, the man stood six feet high. He had a
strong frame only slightly tinged with age, marked by his slightly hunched
back and hanging arms. His hair and beard were white. His eyes, which were
blue, were now a ghostly pale. A few lines creased his face from his old
age, along with liver spots. Though the man was elderly, he was sharp of
mind, he took in all he saw, and displayed his intelligence in just his
look.
"Father? No, I am not he," spoke the man. " I am someone else."
Bacca took in the sight and thought a moment. "I know who you are
then," said the High Lord of All That Kicks Ass. "You are the one who
graces my family."
"Yes, I am he."
"I thought you may have abandoned us long ago...."
"Stopped interfering and aiding your family, yes," said the man.
"Abandon you, stop watching you grow, love, fight, and die, no. I would
never stop that. I have given you too much to stop. Once I saw that the
blood line I had created produced such a breed of fine warriors, I did not
see it fit to interfere with your lives. I knew that whatever challenges
you came across, you would overcome."
"Except now...." said Bacca.
"Except now," said Alexander. He studied the man who would be his
son. "I appear to you now to offer you something. But you must tell me why
I must offer it to you."
Bacca spoke with assurance, his lips and tongue working in perfect
harmony as the words escaped his mouth and spoke perfect words. Bacca's
body swelled with the power of his statement.
"I must go and save humanity. I must save the woman I love. I must
return to my people, to govern them and carry on my line. I must go to
establish order in the chaos."
The man nodded slightly, and smiled. "You are indeed the one,
Bacca. I shall return you to your quest. You shall have your woman
returned to you and you shall succeed in your mission to save humanity.
"The Gods originally looked down upon you and your kind, favored
the moogles and their ways. But now that you paid the ultimate price,
sacrificed yourself, the gods will no longer be against you. They will not
aid you, but it is better to not have to fight their will.
"Return now, Bacca, my son. Become my instrument in mission to
save the world and establish the new order. I will aid you now."
Bacca opened his eyes and looked about.
Scotts sat in a chair in the room, reading a parchment.
Bacca shifted his arms slightly and Scotts looked up at his
commander.
"Its about time you woke up," said the old general.
Bacca opened his mouth and tried to speak.
"No, shhhh, quiet. I'll speak for you.
"You've been unconscious for three days now. When the airship
picked you and Goldie up, the medic thought you were dead. He patched you
up and you arrived here in Vector, you were alive.
"I a squad of dragoons out, to track down Lady. They followed the
moogles who took her and have been sending back reports whenever they can.
They are keeping a good pursuit. They may have her any time now.
"We've gathered some reinforcments since you've been gone. That
man Lady's golem picked up, Steve Austin, has summoned some friends of his
from the Pool Wrestling Federation. Also, a man named William Wallace
arrived with his army. And to top it all off, these three men showed up in
a tall metal man and claim to be here to free Tibet from the evil moogles.
I thought I'd let you talk to them to understand them. They call
themselves the ... Bastard boys or something like that."
Bacca lay in bed wide eyed. He smiled at Scotts, who returned a
grin.
"Yes, my boy. I think we have come upon some good fortune finally.
The end of the moogles and the Dark Alliance is within sight."
Sky H Ainsworth
uainss00@umail.ucsb.edu
"Let's write the tales of war and make heroes out of fools."
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