Friday, October 31, 2014
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Iolanthe Lore
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7:47 AM
Shortbread, Jayce (from the game, League of Legends) and I walked into an old temple, away from the summer dusk. The entrance soon narrowed into a corridor with Jayce almost filling the space from his height and armor. Torches hung in intervals though out the hallway, leading to a room glowing yellowy with contained fire. In the centre, was a large topographic map laid out on a table. On it, the mountains were tall, the sea was low, and in between were layers of soil distinguishing the height of several areas. Landmarks and villages were placed in certain areas where life was sustainable, and on top of the mountains, at the edge of the map, was the temple the three of us were currently in.
A corner of the table was empty. Shortbread dropped three, red, hardcovered books on it, and I flipped through the first volume, disappointed in a lack of pictures. Jayce picked up the third, its pages and references were in graphic format, much like in a comic book. We saw the map move, and natural disasters formed one after another. When the ground shook and debris fell from the ivory ceiling, we understood the map reflected the world in the present.
Though we couldn't see the people, we prevented as many deaths as we could. We deflected hurricanes from villages, and built levies for floods. I can't remember much of what happened, or for how long did we have this task, but the disasters stopped abruptly. We looked at each other, worn and breathless, and somewhere in my mind, I heard a whisper. I can't recalled what it said, but it was it was clear - we were led here by a divine being.
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