Story: 'Wordspace', VII

A person can only go on with writing about time series before losing his mind entirely and flipping out. As a result, the Quirky Muffin presents the continuation of our story 'Wordspace'. What if all the characters in a world were words, and the scenery textual in the most literal sense?

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Story: 'Wordspace', VII

(Part I , VI , VIII)

Could you really be inside Space? How can you be inside a nothing?

Mystery hovered in the void and presently Space gathered herself once again. "There is something I must tell you. When I was awakening, before your friend Sorpresa emerged into our Wordspace, another came through via the point. Someone of a different nature entirely. Someone dangerous."

"Yes... We had reasoned that out. The structural damage was already there before Sorpresa landed. What happened to the visitor?"

"I know not, he has vanished to places unknown but still in the Wordspace." Mystery's awareness of his newly awakened ally stiffened a moment. "A second passage to the point could not have gone unnoticed." The long pause of reflection. "He does not leave his paths undamaged."

"There is danger."

"Yes, there is always danger. There is always peril. That is why I remain. The Silly Stone knows not always what he does."

"Tell me about the Silly Stone." Mystery was intensely curious about the oft-mentioned being, who didn't seem to be a word at all. His cousin Silly was not stoney, nor was Earth's daughter Stone silly. A Silly Stone?

"There are many Wordspaces, all alien to one another. Except for very few among us those from different lexicons are permanently incomprehensible. Whatever happened to Translation?" A digression.

"He vanished. No message, no news, gone. He would have been helpful with our friend."

"Yes, he would have been vital..." A suspicious pause. "The Silly Stone understands all, living as he does outside of time and space. He is however, quite quite silly, and erratic to the concerns of us all. Gifted with knowledge of all language and all life, but cursed to see existence through the portals of the point."

"He's a prisoner?"

"I do not know. I know only what goes on here, and what was passed on to me from the great Void which preceded us here in the Wordspace."

Mystery straightened instantly, letters clicking into place. "You know of the ancient Void?!"

"Yes, but now you ask too many questions. It is time you went back to the others. A little knowledge is beneficial but a little wisdom is vital. Be careful, dear Mystery."

Mystery reappeared on the trusty Cloud, where Club and Sorpresa had been waiting in the ever surrounding embrace of Space so vast and so rarified. "Cloud?"

"I know where to go. I was told. Do we go now?"

"Yes, there's something we need to find out, and the sooner the better."

Cloud went higher, away to the left, and the sequence of events began anew. Club looked serious, but then he always did. Sorpresa looked eager, perhaps happy to be going home. Only Mystery looked intrigued, and worried, and apprehensive. Questions would be answered, but with what results?

More to follow...