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Fate
Chapter Three
Lorid
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After three days of getting used to their new surroundings, Teresa and David seemed to be settling in. They each had been given a room, each next to Waren’s with adjoining doors so he could keep an eye on the two and help them out if need be. Teresa’s powers popped up every so often, usually targeted at David since their bickering never seemed to cease, but rather than things being said to hurt the other, it seemed to bring them closer together; neither getting too angry to try to hurt the other. All were in Waren’s room, trying to learn as much as they could about the new time they were in by going through anything they could read, on computer consoles anyway. Waren watched them from his chair, both were sitting on the floor facing away from each other after just finishing another bout of verbal sparing. Each were going through the history of the world, starting from where they left off. This gave Teresa the advantage, but not for long since David refused to let a ‘simpleton’ beat him at anything.
Teresa, although ahead in history, seemed to be taking longer to digest the material, either that or she just kept her pace slow enough so that it appeared she was studying but was really waiting for her teammate to catch up, Waren suspected the latter. He studied her as she twirled her pencil in the air, since she still couldn’t figure out how to get the voice recognition equipment to accept her voice pattern. She looked to be 17 years old, average height, for her time, of five foot seven inches. She had brown colored hair, which seemed to have red highlights, cut down around her face in jagged edges. Her eyes were brown, but seemed to flash colors when she reached her power, like when she called upon air they would flash white, fire would be red, earth is green, and water, aqua. It was an amazing transition that Waren found interesting and David just used in their next spout of insults. She was dressed in normal clothes of his time, which were a sort of red suit with gold trimming, flattering her nicely.
David, also studying his history, was looking over the 20th century, commenting on how barbaric and uncivilized the people looked. He was about five foot eleven inches, short by Waren’s standards but probably very tall in his own time. David had short, light brown hair, cut very traditionally but wavy just the same. His eyes looked to be a dark blue color, like most from the center of Europe, with pale skin. He was dressed in a suit much like Teresa’s but blue with silver trim.
Everyone sat there quietly, reading their work, ignoring each other as the night wore on, eventually getting very tired and very bored with the uneventful-ness of their new lives.
“Why do we have to keep doing this?” David asked Waren after a few hours of none stop reading and note taking.
“Doing what?” Waren asked, looking off his own console.
“Doing nothing,” David said, exasperated, “if we’re supposed to protect time and all that why haven’t we done anything besides practice and read?”
“For once I have no complaint with anything David’s said,” Teresa chimed in, leaving her work to stand and stretch out her aching limbs.
“Because neither of you are trained.”
“Well, then lets go train. Anything is better than just sitting here reading through historical records,” David complained, also standing to stretch out.
“You are being trained, you are learning what had happened so that when we do go back to fight we don’t change anything,” Waren explained. Although admitting to himself that all this reading was making him crossed eyed.
“What do you mean ‘change things’? How can we change something that has already happened?”
“Uh oh, I hear paradox,” Teresa muttered and received a surprised look from Waren and a confused one from David so she decided to explain, “A paradox is what you get when you think too much about time travel. Okay, say something really bad happened in the past and you had the opportunity to stop it from happening and you do. By going back and stopping the whole event from happening, you end up changing your future. The really bad part is that if you did change the future, there's a chance that you were never born, and by you not being born, there wouldn't be anyone there to stop that event from happening again because you were the person who stopped it.
"Then there's the whole possibility that by you going back in time to change the event, you actually caused the whole mix-up to take place int the first place. Its really confusing and that is why a paradox is a bad thing, that and time loops.”
“You’re strange,” David said and looked back at Waren.
“Actually, she’s right, almost, I think, if she’s saying what I think she’s saying,” he said, putting a hand behind his head as he began to ponder.
“How about a simpler question then?” David continued, forgetting about the craziness that had come from his companion’s mouth.
“Sounds like a good idea,” Waren said, dropping paradoxes for another time, sitting down on his bed.
“Who are we to fight?”
“Lorid.”
“And he would be?” Teresa pushed.
“An evil man,” Waren said darkly.
“No fooling,” Teresa muttered sarcastically.
“Come now Waren, if you expect us to do battle, we must know something of our opponent.”
“In other words, spill it,” Teresa added, sitting next to Waren, David on his other site.
“He was a scientist, and the first to figure out how to traverse time effectively. He was highly intelligent but also very twisted. He, like everyone else here in this time, knew that I possessed the power of the mind, the third power of the Triumvirate and planned to find the other two.”
“Doesn’t sound that bad, that’s what you did,” Teresa said calmly.
“He didn’t wish to gather you, he wished to destroy you. The legend of the Triumvirate of Time said that there would be a great evil that would challenge and almost destroy all and bring about the awakening of our powers. Since mine were already awakened her brought it upon himself to become that evil.”
“Why would he do that?” David asked.
“Because then the world would be harmonious, or so the legend goes.”
“But your time seems very ‘harmonious’,” Teresa said, “I mean I haven’t heard of any wars or famines or anything.”
“You haven’t seen the Outside. Outside there is all that and more, there are mutations.”
“Mutations? You mean inhuman? Demons? Devils?” David asked, half expecting Teresa to try and explain again but she remained eerily silent.
“No, they’re human. After Teresa’s time there was another world war, devastating and even worse than the first two combined. Not only were nuclear weapons used but also biological and chemical. Those who survived the attacks of these weapons were mutated, different from the rest of society and therefore shunned and left to live in the wastelands, Outside. That forest I took you to when you first arrived is one of the few remaining on this planet, although we are traveling and colonizing other worlds, the probability of everyone escaping Earth before its too late is dismal.”
“So this Lorid has decided to turn ‘evil’ in order to bring us here and alter time so that none of this happens,” Teresa said, mumbling as she absorbed what the future had in store for the human race.
“Yes, in a way, he has chosen to change time itself to stop the third war, but we can’t let him.”
“But if we don’t change time, Earth will die,” David protested.
“But if he were to change time, none of us would exist. The only way Lorid has found to stop humanity from fighting is to…”
“…is to destroy humanity,” Teresa finished for him as she hugged herself, trying to stop a chill run down her spine and hold back the tears at hearing the fate of everything she knew. David moved to her side and dropped his arm around her, trying to comfort her as he too thought of their enemy and of their duty.
***
“So Waren, now they know but that won’t save those children from me,” the shadowed figure whispered as the image of David and Teresa dissolved from view. The robbed figure stood from his seat and let the hood slip from the top of his head to release a long flow of raven black hair, ashen face, and a pair of pale blue eyes as bright as the stars themselves. He was, for lack of a better term, beautiful, but his chiseled features and small grin lent a cold air about him, a cold and mysterious feeling that followed the man as he moved to the window of his chamber. The window showed what lay beyond the bubble Waren and his companions had begun to call home, it showed the outlaying wastelands, where no man traveled, willingly. “You children should be afraid, be afraid of everything that humanity has accomplished, but once I am successful, no one shall have to worry or fear, no one will have to do anything. Poor children, so much is expected of you, I almost feel sympathy, almost. But now,” he raised a gloved hand to the window and an image began to appear, “now we shall meet and I will tell you the truth, the truth that even Prince Waren does not know.” Lorid removed his hand from the glass and the image cleared to the form of the courtyard Prince David was at. The view tightened in deeper to focus upon the archer who was watching David as he began his panicked search of the grounds. “It should be quite interesting."
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