It was all over. Lina remembered Zel
saying something about a woman
who said she was just passing by, but that, of course had nothing to
do
with anything. Maybe he was foreseeing the future. Or recalling
the
past….
Xellos looked around awkwardly. Darned
good thing for invisibility.
It would take some heavy duty trickstering to get back in Lina’s good
graces, but he was up to the challenge.
Amelia sat on the grass next to Lina and smiled.
What a grand
adventure! Too bad she didn’t find a cure for cancer, whatever
that was.
Xellos, even though he was a tricky one, was indeed very clever.
He had
been able to simulate an entire alternate existence in their heads.
It
reminded her of a word: virtual reality. But she couldn’t remember
what
that was either.
Zelgadis leaned on a nearby oak tree and watched
Lina. So strange. He had felt something very different towards
her in that other world. Something that went beyond the mutual respect
they shared in this one. He couldn’t describe it, even to himself
- he could only feel it then, and
hoped that he could learn to feel it again in time. And she could
have felt it too.
Gourry was napping by Amelia. Lina figured
all the technology was
way too much for him. The glass, the cars, the telephones, the
guns, the
elevators. She felt in the other world that these things had
been around
for years before she had come to know of them, but Gourry’s mind now
was
on overload. She let him sleep.
Naga was confused. Where was Lina and
the gang? She had been in
Kamauto City when she was sucked into that strange world and she was
there
now, as she returned. She had hoped she might end up with Lina.
It would
have been nice to see her again, under less hostile situations.
And who
was that wimpy Sylpheel Nels Rada? At least no one could boss
her around
in this world!
Sylpheel was frightened. Who was the
Naga girl in her dream? It was
a good thing she never left her warm, welcoming home in Sairogg.
She could
never kill anyone for money. What a dreadful notion! She
combed out her
long, blue-purple hair and sighed. In the back of her mind she
wondered
how Gourry and Lina were doing.
Martina clenched her teeth. Lina was
okay, but she ever dream of
being her manager…Lina was a popular singer….that is, she got paid
money
for it and there was artificial lights, and - woah! What utter
nonsense.
Time to get back to reality. Zangulas was out killing big, man-eating
things and there was a supper to get on the table. And Marty,
Zania,
Martha and Zack needed clean diapers! KIDS!!!!!!!!!
Felia needed a headache remedy. Too bad
there weren’t any at the
moment - not until a few millennia later at any rate. And she
had gotten
sucked into a world created by a Mazoku! She shuddered.
This was going to
take some serious therapy…if there were such a thing. She didn’t
really
care now though. All she cared about NOW was whether or not her
fellow
Gold Dragons knew she had been living in Mazoku Land for over a week,
at
least in VR time. Even if they didn’t, she figured it was wiser
not to
take any chances so she decided not to return to the rest of the Gold
Dragons for say, a year.
Lina smiled and shaded her eyes from the glare
of the sun. 1999 was
a neat place to visit, but she wouldn’t want to live there.
“HEY!!!!!!!!” Lina shouted at the narrator.
“Now THAT’S cliché!!!!!”
For Lina fans: I’m sorry, but I know so many
stories centered around
Lina that I thought if she WAS very important to the story while basically
staying out of the spotlight, I might appreciate her more. So
I focused on
getting to know weird sides of other characters (Sylpheel an assassin?????
Bossing Naga around????????????!!!!!!!!!!).
Another note would be that this story became
a story with each
chapter; all I planned in advance was their new roles in 1999.
So if parts
of it seem really shaky and you don’t understand what’s going on, that’s
why. If you want, e-mail and complain cuz I like it when people
put in
their 9 cents worth.
Along the lines of planning out, I’ll mention
that I’m extremely lazy
and I don’t really want to go through and edit 46 pages of typewritten
whatever, so I’ve probably contradicted myself left, right and center,
so
go ahead and get mad! Take things into your own hands!
Organize a
petition! Alert the CIA!!!!!! The FBI! Call your congressman!!!!!
Tell
him you won’t stand for this hullabaloo!!!
While you wait for government to take action
(please don’t hold your
breath), why don’t you e-mail me and tell me what you think.
If you are
like me, and don’t want to go back to the main page, try this one:
hsproule@sprint.ca
Till next time, when I think up a story and
actually get my rear in
gear (no rhyming intended), I’ll be laughing!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHA
HA HA HA!!!!!!!!
You get the idea! *_*