Monday 26 May 2014

Story: 'Wordspace', X

(Part I , IX , XI)

The Silly Stone was still, and had been for ages. Then he quivered, laughed maniacally, and wandered off to look at one of the walls of his little pocked of university. Mystery followed him and tried to examine the wall without his eyes watering from the grinding impossibility of what he was seeing.

"You come from an ordered universe, a world defined by immutable concepts. Progress is made by those of you who embody concepts dedicated to neither order nor chaos. Those of you with the capacity to choose. Outside of your... space of words... things are not so simple." The wall of the pocket universe looked so normal but also ridiculous. A solid barrier that represented the last vestiges of where they were. What was on the other side of the barrier that looked like nothing at all? Mystery reached out to touch it.

"No! Never the jabberwockey! Have you never had the anchovies? Reverse the thrusters, pilgrim!" The Silly Stone grabbed him with one of his strange appendages and rolled back to his little safe space in the centre of small but large pocket. That was when Club happened, launching onto the Stone and battering him to the ground. The Stone just lay there, taking it and sobbing until, Mystery managed to dispel his associate's protective tendencies. And for your information, those tendencies were great indeed.

The Silly Stone bounced up as if nothing had ever happened and began talking to a nearby rock, before realising it was just a rock. Then a funny looking creature with huge floppy things on its head appeared in an instant, before vanishing. The Stone started chattering away, then flopping and wiggling, before starting into an apparent conversation before waving an appendage and vanishing the creature to some other continuum. He turned around.

"Hello! How are you then?"

"How are we? We were just having a chat and then you dragged me away from the edge of reality, Club engaged you in fisticuffs, before you went off to talk to a newly appeared floppy thing over there!" Mystery was somewhat agitated. This wasn't mysterious so much as nonsensical!

"Ah, of course! You're the wordy fellows! I was just about to... Ah, of course..." The Silly Stone gathered itself. "Time flows a bit funnily in the different parts of wherever this is. I used to have a name, but now it's gone as if it was never there. Just a leaf on the wind really." The odd assemblage of syllables and solids and ever more bizarre things seemed to peer directly into Club's soul for a moment before turning to Mystery fully.

"In all my experience here, that I can remember at least, no-one has ever come here and forced me to do anything. Never. Until this hostile that entered your world. There is danger here, much danger. I don't know about the destructives in your world but now there is a new force from outside in your world."

Mystery stood very still and asked the question they hoped would dissolve the mystery into fact. "Who? What?"

"In your language you would call him War, or perhaps worse Armageddon. Someone who destroys without compunction." It was indeed the worst that could have happened.

To be continued...

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