《Tearha: The Number 139》Chapter Eight: The Storyteller
Advertisement
“If I am understanding this correctly,” Kathleen asked, “You are a time traveller?”
The Watcher replied, “That's what I'm saying.”
The campfire crackled between them, sparks and ember gently drifting away with the breeze of the plains. Dots of lights freckled the west, the town and villages of Dane and the Grassplains filled the earth like the stars did in the clear night sky. A single hot-air balloon floated slowly across the backdrop, its flame a soft flicker in the background of space. Their destination, Ra'Kalen, stretched the base of the mountain ridges to the south. To the north, Everwind continued to shine bright, the capitol a beacon even at night.
“But you are not able to time travel right now?” She bit into her piece of bread.
He stopped mid bite, thinking of a reply, “Boy, you sure ask tough questions, don't you?”
“I am not a boy,” she snapped back, lacking in finesse more than she would like. She scratched at her hair, not having been used to sweating and not showering as much as for the two days they had been on the road. From the looks of it, they would reach Ra'Kalen as early as the next noon and she could not wait to find an inn for a hot bath. She continued, “You really should see someone about that. Maybe an Enhancer can fix your 'condition'? There's one in Ra'Kalen, actually.”
The Watcher looked back quizzically in a way she wanted to say was a manner of distrust. He asked, “Aren't you even the least bit sceptical of what I said?”
She smiled back, “My family is the head of the state of Consortia.” She looked down to the fire sombrely, flames dancing within her ember eyes. With a deep breath, she forced herself to cheer up her tone. “They held lavish parties almost every other week, inviting performers from across the country with amazing talents, and nothing much surprises me any more. We once had a mage who could turn water into wine.”
“Was his name Jesus by any chance?”
“Yeah! How did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” he nonchalantly replied. “But I am getting the hang of how this universe-multiverse thing works.”
Even after travelling with him for two days, she could not fully comprehend the man. Sometimes, he would ask questions so fundamental that she felt akin to tutoring her nephew when she answered. Yet, at other moments, he had a worldly aura, emitting the sense of wisdom in spades and an intellect that seemed to dwarf any known mortal alive.
Advertisement
She leaned closer to the fire, putting her face in the light. Curious, she asked, “What is your world like?”
“Sorry?”
“You keep saying you're from this other universe. Other planet. What is it like?”
He raised a brow, “What is what like?”
“Your home planet. This other place.”
She watched as his smile widened. A grin that spread from ear to ear. A glint shone in his eyes not from the reflection of the campfire. “Oh...” he started with an ecstatic groan. “Oh... my world... is amazing. We had cars–um... carriages, that could fly. Planes the size of trains and faster than ships. We could make food by the millions of barrels with the flick of a switch. We built towers that reached out into space, and ungodly sized domes for games and sports. And holograms! Oh! Those were amazing things. Light that gives a three dimensional image. You would have loved it.”
Kathleen could only smile as he reminiscence his home. Campfire stories. One of the things she had looked forward to in her dreams of travels.
Then, The Watcher trailed off. “We had... great people. Men and women... capable of amazing feats. I knew a man who could fuse with anything he touched. And I knew a thief, oh, she was a thief alright. Stole the throne of a kingdom. A little girl who brought hope to an entire nation. A boy who could snipe off a target from a quarter a continent away. Then there's that kid who could see the end of the world, and the old man who stopped it.” She listened, attention enraptured to his tales. “Stuff of legends they were. Battled gods and took down monsters of all kind. Tales that get sung off to the end of all time.”
“It sounds amazing.”
“Oh, it is.”
Her heart skipped a beat when a thought crossed her, and she nervously asked, “Can I go? To your world?”
The Watcher gave her a gentle smile, his eyes soft with regret. “I would love to take you. But I can't. Not any longer at least.”
She had not meant to pry, but her words came faster than her mind could process. “Why not?”
He answered with the casualness that came with having expected a question, and none of the hesitation that should have been with how personal it was. “There are rules to being a time traveller. You can't go back to places you've already been. You can't see the same thing twice, unless you are supposed to.”
Advertisement
“Sounds complex.”
“Is complex. Technically, I am the last of my kind.” The mood swung to a deep low, and the campfire flickered, almost in a reaction to the atmosphere. She felt a chill ran down her spine, and the air seemed to dip. “I can't go back to see any of the people I loved. Can't even go back to visit my own species. As far as I am concerned, I am the last of my kind. There will never be any kind like me again. The last of the Hymns.”
“Last of the what?”
He snapped out of his memories, looking to her with clear eyes that twinkled. “Sorry! I must be getting old, remembering the years before like an aged man. Now I just need a rocker and a lawn to yell at people from.”
She smiled back, “I'm fine with it, hearing about your stories. I grew up in a strict household. Wasn't even allowed to leave the estate until I was fourteen. Stories are how I grew up. Books that explored the world in my presence. Experience and recollection from my parents and serv–peers.”
Through the light of the flames, she could see him look at her with a sad smile. For some reason, she felt pitied. Yes, her life had not been the most adventurous of all, but she had safety, wealth, and stability. Things that many people would gladly hand over their freedom to have. Still, when The Watcher looked at her, she felt like a child again, being gently reprimanded by her mother for deciding to go for a ride on the family steed before her feet could even reach the stirrup, and crying after having fallen off said same horse.
The Watcher shot up from his seat with a loud shout. “Oh!”
Kathleen turned around in fear, expecting an ambush by bandits or hunters, only to be faced with the continued darkness of the night.
“What in the Titans–?” she turned back to her companion and yelled, “Watcher! What did I say about scaring me like that?”
Ignoring her, he rambled on, “Why don't we go travelling?”
“Um... we are travelling, aren't we?”
“No! I mean, yes, we are now. But I'm talking about after all this over! After I find out what one three nine is and get my powers fixed. You and me,” He circled the campfire and extended his hand to her, “All of time and... and... what's the name of this planet?”
The offer rang in her ears and she struggled to answer her question. Elation built up in her. She was being offered to travel, not just the world, but all of history and the future. She needed to answer. Her throat was caught. She forced herself to croak, “Tearha.”
“With an 'H'?” He drew back his hand, confused at the pronunciation. “Ter-rha?”
“With an 'H',” she confirmed.
“Weird. But okay.” He extended his hand again with a smile so wide and toothy he looked like a court jester. “You and me. Time and Tearha. What d'you say?”
She could only nod. Slowly she raised her hand to his. Like a knight in the heroic tales from her childhood, he brought her daintily to her feet. With a toothy grin, he broke the refined silence with a cheer and a fist pump, pulling her into a spinning hug as he excitedly rambled on of all the things they would do and see. The history they could learn. The legends and stories they would meet.
But she could not focus. In two days, her nightmare of a bandit ambush had turned into the possibility of achieving her dreams of travel in the most amazing way possible. Slowly, the realization set in, and as the smile returned to her face, she grabbed The Watcher by the arm and pulled the man into a dance lighted by the campfire, under the stars of the endless plains of Eltar.
Advertisement
America in Another World
One day in 2019, the United States of America finds itself transported to a new world. What will happen if a modern superpower from Earth finds itself in a world with magic and technology ranging from the medieval era to World War 1? F-22 Raptors vs wyverns and biplanes. Arleigh Burke-class destroyers vs wooden ships, mage ships, and dreadnaughts. M4 carbines vs bow n’ arrows, staffs, and bolt-action rifles. Featuring aggressive expansionist empires and magical kingdoms, what will the United States do? I will do weekly updates every Sunday of chapters with about 1000-2000 words each. This is the first novel I have ever written and is meant to be a draft. The official one will come out sometime after I finish this.
8 454Unlimited Evolution
ABANDONNED! Summoned to another world and forced to fight a war, Alex didn’t even survive the first day, dying at the hands of a grotesque monster. But things aren't over for him when he found himself reborn as an imp in a dungeon. Having experienced death once, Alex swore to never let himself be killed again. However, in an environment where even the beings of the same species are your potential enemies, can such a thing be possible? Thankfully, Alex still had access to the system he gained as a transmigration bonus when he was summoned to this world. With it, maybe it is possible for him to survive the hellish prison called a dungeon, and one day he would have his revenge against the empire that summoned him. All in the future though, but first, he has to survive the terror of goblins that loomed over his head...
8 547A Beginning and its End
The One that was not created, but exists. Alone in the void. Until that being created more. During creation, that being felt things. Boredom. Anticipation. Until the Old One came to the world it helped to create. But, he doesn't remember anything. Fate wouldn't allow it.
8 153Terror Infinity- Contamination
Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live… a real life?†The world changes when you click YES. In God’s dimension, you have to keep getting stronger, keep evolving to survive one horror movie after another. Do you kill everyone in your way to reach the end as a lone king? Or fight along with your comrades and survive through the support of friends? Everything was just for staying alive. Until you find the secret of God’s dimension. Who is the real enemy?Having awaken in a random movie, Terry finds himself surviving in Movies, Animes, Manga,s Books and more as God wills for the people to survive and evolve. He is now part of Team Outback
8 108Enjoy the world with a check-in system
Sha Fei took the check-in system to alien world, began his legendary journey
8 258A Tragedy for a Demon Lord
In a world created from the love of two goddesses exists endless possibilities. The children of the two goddesses were given the gift of mana, a tool that can weave miracles through thoughts. Yet, with unlimited possibilities, prosperity was the first that disappeared in the world.While there was no difference between the two faction except for the fact that they were born from different mothers, conflict eventually arose out of that single disparity. The children of light saw the foreboding darkness within the heart of their enemies, yet they, who were born in the light, did not realize that they had stepped into the darkness. Because of the desire to eliminate the proclaimed heretics, the world was plunged into chaos and war.Those born to lead the children of the darkness were originally kind hearted souls. Their sole desire was to live in order to worship their mother and goddess. When the thought of war arose, they were the first to reject it. Even though they were born from darkness, they understood how beautiful the light, and the gift of life they received, was. However, after losing everyone and everything, their heart were eventually plunged into darkness. Without anything to live for, without anything to hold them back, they allowed themselves to be consumed by hatred. Cursing the Goddess of Light for the death of their family, those born from the darkness turned away from the light. From the chaos, the demon lords were born, and the cycle of chaos began. Long into the future, where those gifted with the ability to manipulate mana existed in few numbers, a child, fated to be consumed by chaos, was born. The child, born on the horizon that separates darkness and light, was given the blessing of both the Goddess of Darkness and the Goddess of Light. Because he did not exist within either side of the horizon, he was alone. Kept hidden within the castle of his father, he saw little of the world. But, he was content with the life he was given. He had loved his mother and father far more than he loved the world. As long as they were beside him, he did not feel alone. But, when the fated day arrived, his life was shattered. Broken and in despair, a child, born from the love of a demon lord and a human, sought for revenge- the sole reason he continues to live within a cold and merciless world that would never accept him.
8 177