Answers(Beholder,Centaurs)

The two-headed giant stood cowering before the Beholder. He knew that the master’s anger would be taken out on somebody; the giant only hoped that it wouldn’t be him. “Bring me Ugh and Mondew...” boomed an angry voice within the giant’s heads.

“Um, the human killed Mondew,” whispered the giant in a quivering voice.

“Better her than me,” replied the cold voice. “But somebody will answer for this embarrassment. Bring me Ugh.” With this last command the room went dark and the head disappeared beneath its covering.

The two-headed giant returned to the black cavern within an hour, a quaking Ugh stood at his side in the black marbled chamber. “Leave us” ordered the hollow voice. As soon as the giant shut the large doors the black drape fell and seven red eyes glared at the cowering apish form before them. The one large eye looked as though it was on fire with the rage it held within.

Before the Beholder could send a thought, Ugh fell prostrate onto the cold floor sniveling and begging for mercy. “Not my fault. Girl tricked Ugh. Please, master, no happen again.”

“No it will not happen again!” the one eye seemed to grow until the whole cavern was filled with its presence. Without warning a high pitched tone was heard from inside of Ugh’s brain. Clasping his hands over his ears he writhed on the ground screaming in agony. Slowly gray matter began leaking out of his ears and finally with a loud ‘pop’ the overseer’s head exploded. The torches along the walls dimmed of their own accord and the room once again fell into an eerie silence. What was left of Ugh merged with the marble floor leaving no trace of the grotesque scene.

The boulder like form of the giant once again appeared in the Beholder’s presence but this time he had Slith with him. Slith was a small purple lizard-like creature that monitored all of the comings and goings into “the pit.” Just like before, the giant was asked to leave.

“How did this happen, Slith?” The voice was calm now that the Beholder had rid itself of his anger. His one large eye stared unblinking at the puny lizard while the other seven eyes looked in all directions at the end of their tentacles.

Slith cleared his throat nervously before answering, “It seems that the human had help from another slave who I regret to report has also disappeared.”

“Who is this missing slave?” the voice spoke more sharply now, causing beads of sweat to form on the lizard/man.

“Lith, an elf, your Magnificence.”

“An elf? I’ve not sent any elves to the pit, they’re too dangerous to keep around.” An uncomfortable silence filled the room as the Beholder pondered on this bit of information. “I know how the human escaped “the pit” but how did she get out of the mountain?”

“Well, it seems that there is a small mole tunnel that leads to outside, your Excellency.”

“Did the elf take her through it?”

“No, a cat did. We have since sealed this hole and have a crew dispatched to see if there are any other weaknesses in the mountain.”

“You do your job well, Slith. I cannot find fault with you at this time. You may go back to your station.” The torches flickered as the heavy black drape once again concealed the roaming eyes. Slith let out an audible sigh and exited the room.


* * * * *

“I can’t believe she escaped. Has that ever happened before?”

“No and that’s what troubles me,” replied Tavalox morosely as he pawed at the dirt.

“Maybe Viatoris had something to do with this. Maybe . . .”

“Don’t be a fool of a mare,” Interrupted Tavalox with a look of disdain marring his face, “you know that his kind don’t interfere mortals. They merely guide us but they do not interfere.”

Salmurk stared at the ground at a loss for words. He hated the thoughts of that miserable human being alive. The thoughts of her made him want to vomit. Never had he felt such vehemence towards another creature. “Why does she upset me so?” he asked not realizing that he had spoken the words aloud.

“You must let go of the past, dear friend, before you become like the creatures that lurk within the mountain, consumed with bitterness and hatred.” The wise chief placed a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Come let us seek out Glottack and see what the stars have to say.” The two centaurs made their way through the peaceful village past young foals playing a game of cantor count.

Finding Glottack by the stream they approached him with their concerns. “Glottack, what have you seen?”

“There is much confusion in the universe right now. Worlds are converging together that should never meet. The Dog and The Cat are on the move and their pawn is on rocky ground. The One Eye is on the cusp and must decide which path to take. The two young stars are finding their destiny but are followed by a tail that should not be there. A mist has moved to the west, blinding those around her and protecting those within her realm.” Glottack shifted his gaze from the water and looked into the eyes of his chief, “The time is growing closer. What part do you wish us to have in this?”

“What nonsense” huffed Salmurk his haunches twitching with impatience. He had never understood the symbolic message of the star gazers, perhaps that is why he and Serataom have always had a hard time seeing eye to eye.

“No, Salmurk, it is truth, you just fail to see it as such. You would rather ignore the future in order to live in the past.” Glottack glared at his brother-in-law. Ever since the war with the humans Glottack had been on the verge of an emotional melt-down. The human girl’s presence seemed to have pushed him even further over the edge.

“And you would rather help our enemies then see that your kind thrives!” retorted Glottack hotly.

“Enough!” barked Tavalox swishing his long black tail in agitation. “We will not have this discussion right now. Salmurk, send a messenger with a goat to the mountain as a sacrifice to the Beholder. Glottack, find Rufus and send him into town. I want a constant vigil on the girl. He is to report on her every move. I don’t trust her.”

“And what of the war that is coming?”

“That is for the humans to worry about. What do I care if they kill each other?”

“But, Tavalox, this is not just a war of the humans, it is . . .”Tavalox raised a weary hand to silence the young stallion. He did not wish to listen any longer to prophecy and signs.

“I tire. We will talk of this matter again but not today.” Turning he cantered back to the village and the solitude of his hut.

“You are no better than the humans you protect” sputtered Salmurk as he trotted away to find a messenger to send to the mountain.

Glottack shook his head sadly, setting off in the direction of the forest’s edge in search of Rufus.

Sit. Talk. (Alex, Nelly)

They ate the cake in silence, Nelly because she was lost in thought and Alex because she was savoring the food. As soon as the last crumb disappeared into Nelly’s mouth she began talking.

“I married Fred when I was 19. He was 21 and just out of business school. We had our whole lives in front of us. We were so young and so optimistic.” She smiled sadly into her cup of tea. After taking a sip she continued on, “We moved here from the Fifth Dimension shortly after Brad was born. We wanted to fill the house with children but the good Lord only blessed us with the two, Brad and Tom. They were beautiful boys, blond hair, big blue eyes. Followed their daddy everywhere, even to work sometimes.” She paused a moment to dab at a tear in the corner of her eye. “We went contentedly about our lives for eighteen years and then the Status War broke out. My world ended that year. Fred was at work in the Stalks building as usual when a bomb hit demolishing the magnificent structure. The boys went nuts when they heard what had happened. The two of them stormed out of the house with rifles in hand seeking revenge for their father. I never saw them again. Brad was almost 18 and Tom was only 16. I lost all three of my men that day and my life.” Nelly had to stop, overcome with emotion she struggled to reign in the flood of tears to no avail.

Without even thinking, Alex went to the older woman and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, cradling her like she would a hurt child. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. She knew all to well what it was like to loose everyone you loved in one twisted event. She found some measure of comfort by just knowing that there was somebody else like her in the world. ‘But she didn’t turn into a murder’ she chided herself.

Nelly patted the young girl’s arm, “Thank you dear. I’m alright now.” Alex took her seat once more while Nelly dried her tears on the corner of her apron. “I came to terms with things a long time ago, but it still hurts.” She choked back the tears as they threatened to come again and took another sip of tea. They sat there in the still kitchen a bit longer while Nelly composed herself.

“After struggling to make ends meat for a year, my friend Ran suggested I turn the house into a bed and breakfast. At the time it was a wonderful idea for there weren’t too many reputable lodges in the area. The high and mighty Minute Man Hotel Grande wasn’t even thought of yet. With a lot of help from some very good friends, Nelly’s was born. By taking care of others, I found a purpose in life again. I love this place and the people who cross its threshold both past and present. That’s why I’ve bent over backward to keep Officer Riddle around. I strongly dislike that man but he has kept the neighborhood safe and the riffraff out.” She took another sip of tea. “Well, now you know all there is to know about me, now lets here about you.” She smiled encouragingly at the girl sitting across the table from her.

“I don’t know what to say. Where to begin?” Alex shrugged her shoulders apologetically and looked down at her mangled hands.

“Well, that’s easy, dear, begin at the beginning.”

Alex sat contemplating her words, wondering if she could trust the woman. “Is it all right if we talk about me another night? I’m pretty tuckered out.” She looked imploringly at the round faced woman and hoped that she would believe her excuse.

“That would be fine, dear. But before you go upstairs I must speak to you about the bathroom.” Alex was unable to look at the woman, feeling like a child about to be reprimanded for breaking a dish. “I purchased some toiletries for you today and placed them in the bathroom. However, when I went to put the items away, I found the bathroom to be in quite a sorry state. I would appreciate it if you would be a little neater in the future.”

“Yes, mam.” Alex replied meekly still unable to look at the woman. She got up from her chair to retire for the night but stopped at the bottom of the stairs. “Ms. Nelly?”

“Yes, dear”

“Where’s your outhouse located at? I really need to use it.”

Nelly walked over to the stairwell and looked at the girl who had turned a rather bright shade of pink at having to ask such a question. “Honey, we don’t have an outhouse. That’s what the bathroom’s for.”

“I didn’t see a hole up there but I’ll go look.” She started up the steps but Nelly’s laughter halted her.

“A hole? Don’t those heathens have proper bathrooms on those smelly vessels? Let me show you how things work, dear.” She slipped past Alex on the steps and led the way to the bathroom while muttering about drunken sailors who have no common sense.

* * * *

Alex lay wide awake on the large bed. She wanted desperately to go to sleep but just couldn’t get comfortable on the soft mattress. Finally giving up, she pulled a blanket and pillow from the bed and placed them on the floor. Stretching out on the dark green carpet she let out a sigh of contentment. Staring up at the ceiling she replayed her tour of the water closet over in her mind. “No wonder so many women are wanting indoor plumbing. No more trips outside in the middle of the night. No more freezing in the winter. What an amazing invention. And the shower – I can’t wait to try that thing out tomorrow morning.” Rolling over onto her side she opened the little box as had become her nighttime ritual since acquiring the trinket. For the first time since appearing in this town, she was content.

Down the hall Nelly prepared for sleep in her comfortable bed, snuggling up to the many pillows that kept her company during the night. Smiling to herself, she thought again about the girl’s reaction to the toilet. She had been altogether astounded by the whole thing, as if she’d never seen a commode in her entire life. “An outhouse,” she chuckled, “what an amusing young girl. What will she come up with next?” With thoughts of the girl feeling her head, she fell happily asleep.

Chow Time

Nelly hummed along to her own unique rhythm as she put away her groceries. She looked at the bottle of shampoo that she had decided to pick up at the This ‘n’ That store along with some other toiletries that she thought the girl might be able to use. Unloading the last of the food she gathered the toiletries and headed up the stairs to the women’s bathroom.

“Good heavens!” she exclaimed as the light revealed the disheveled bathroom. Because Alex was her only patron at the moment, she knew who the culprit of the mess was. “I’ll have to have a talk with that girl about how to leave the bathroom. No other guest would dear use it in this sorry state.” Muttering to herself, she retrieved a mop and some rags from a small broom closet located next to the bathroom. After tidying up the place to her satisfaction she placed the shampoo and other items in their proper places.

Thinking that the girl might like some company, Nelly decided to stop by and invite her down into the kitchen for some tea while she prepared the evening meal. Stopping at room 3, Nelly prepared to knock on the door but halted her actions when she heard heartbreaking sobs coming from within. Not wanting to impose on the girl as they had just met, Nelly retreated to the kitchen.

“The poor dear,” she whisperd into the phone while chopping carrots for dinner, “she was crying her eyes out. Just breaks your heart. . . No, no, I’m not going to pry into her business, whatever she wants to discuss is fine with me . . .What’s that, Bertha? I need you to speak up, I’m washing the potatoes. . . Well, I don’t know about her family, I only just spoke to her for a few minutes when she signed in. I’m guessing she’s an orphan, why else would she be down at the docks. . . No! She’s not that kind of a girl. . . A victim to those raids from what I can tell. . .” The conversation went on like this for the duration of Nelly’s prepping and cooking. Ready at last to set the table she hung up the phone and returned to room 3 to let the girl know that dinner was ready.


* * * *


Her body shivering from the cool evening air, Alex awoke to discover that both her hair and her shirt were finally dry. She had just slipped on the shirt and was finishing buttoning it when she heard a gentle knock on the door. Instinctively, she reached for a gun but quickly remembered that she had none. “Yes?” she called out from behind the locked door.

“It’s Nelly, Alex. I was just letting you know that dinner is ready if you want to come on down.”

“Be right there.” Checking her appearance in the mirror, she attempted make sense of her hair. Finally deciding that it was beyond repair, she left her room locking the door.

The wonderful aroma of food greeted Alex as she entered the dining room. She could only hope that the meal would taste as good as it smelled. Nelly placed a plate in front of her containing a huge slab of steak, boiled potatoes, and cooked carrots. Alex couldn’t help but smile at the sight. A tall glass of iced tea was soon placed on the table and the two of them sat at one end of a table meant for twelve.

Alex didn’t hesitate to pick up her fork and knife but stopped short when Nelly cleared her throat. Looking questioningly at the woman Alex placed the utensils back on the table.

Nelly smiled sympathetically and explained. “I know you might not be used to it where you come from, but we pray before our meals in this house.” With that being said she folded her hands in front of her and bowed her head while waiting on the girl to do the same.

Fortunately, Alex was no stranger to religion having been brought up in the Christian faith as a child so she knew what was expected of her. Mimicking the older woman’s jesters, she waited for the prayer to be said and done with so that she could finally eat a decent meal.

“Amen.” Nelly no sooner spoke the words when the tinkling of the bells above the door announced a visitor. “You go right ahead and eat; I’ll take care of this.”

Alex didn’t have to be told twice, she was nearly drooling with anticipation of tasting the food. She had just cut her a nice slice of steak when she heard Nelly raising her voice to somebody in the hall. Alex wanted to ignore it but sensing the tension in the woman’s voice she forced herself to abandon the food to see what was going on. She discreetly stood in the doorway that boarded the hall entrance not wanting to make her presence known just yet.

“Listen, Nelly, I’ve been kind to ya but ya have got to pay up or I won’t be protectin’ ya any longer. Do ya understand?”

“I do Officer Riddle, but I simply don’t have the money to give you. Business has been slow what with all the problems going on at the docks and the murders at the fire station. Who would want to visit our town?”

“I don’t care about the town or why the people ain’t comin’, I just want me money. I smell your cookin’ all the way out on the street; you don’t cook like that just for you. Double your rate and you’ll have more than enough to pay me.”

“I can’t do that. I’ve already quoted my price.” Replied Nelly indignantly.

“You have to.” Barked the officer loud enough to cause the plump woman to jump.

“No, she doesn’t” Alex stepped confidently into the room keeping one hand hid behind her back. She had heard enough to understand what was going on and there was no way she was going to let this kind woman be harassed by a dirty lawman.

“And who be you?” he asked poking his black night stick at her.

“My names none of your concern, but what is my concern is the fine meal that Nelly prepared that is getting cold because of you.” Bringing the hidden hand into view she revealed her steak knife. Tossing the steak knife effortlessly from one hand to the other she asked, “Are you through talking because we’d like to get back to eating?”

The paddy eyed the knife warily, “Now there aint no need for hostilities there, missy. I was just conducting routine police business. . .”

“Sounded to me like you were conducting your business and as long as I’m here, Ms. Nelly won’t be needing to pay you for her protection.”

The officer looked from Alex to Nelly and back again. “This be true, Nelly? You takin’ your protection elsewhere?”

Nelly was still in shock of the whole scene but realizing that a questioned was being directed at her she forced her voice to work. “Yes, I am, Officer Riddle.” She brought herself up tall, regaining her pride, “and as the young lady said, our dinner is getting cold. I f you would be so kind as to leave us now.” Not sure what to do or say next, the dirty cop turned and left with a huff.

The women returned to their dinner but the earlier enthusiasm over the meal had diminished. As predicted the food was now cold and the bitterness of the encounter with the cop left the food without flavor. The two women sat quietly at the table each lost in their own thoughts.

After finishing the meal, Nelly began clearing the table it was then that Alex spoke up about the earlier incident. “Who was that guy and why are you paying him? Doesn’t the law protect you for free?”

“That is Officer Riddle and yes the law is supposed to protect us for free but sometimes a cop just wants more money. By denying the people on his beat protection unless they pay a fee, Officer Riddle has become a very wealthy man. There’s so much violence in this town do to it being a port city, without protection this neighborhood would soon turn into another Red Lantern Ally. Officer Riddle is doing a good job taking care of us as you can see but I just don’t have the money he’s askin’ for.”

Alex stood next to Nelly at the sink ready to rinse and dry the dishes as the older lady washed. She felt so natural being by her side, like she had been doing this for years. “Why keep the place if you’re not making any money at it? Sell it, buy yourself a little house away from here and settle down.”

“Oh, no, dear, I couldn’t do that. This was Fred and mines dream. We bought this place dirt cheap about a year after we got married. Back then we weren’t planning on a bed and breakfast; we were going to fill all those rooms with kids.” Nelly smiled at the thought of her youthful ideas while pacing the last plate over to Alex. “but then the Status War happened.” Nelly wiped her hands on the dish towel and sat down at the small breakfast table that was in the kitchen. “I lost my only children in that war, two boys – looked just like their father. Fred died as well, found his body underneath the rubble of the Stalks building.” Getting back up, Nelly placed a kettle of water on the stove. “Here let’s have a cup of tea and a slice of marmalade cake and I’ll tell you all there is to know about me. Maybe when I’m done, you’ll feel comfortable enough to tell me a little about yourself.”

Alex couldn’t argue with reasoning like that. Drying the last of the dishes, she took a seat at the round table while Nelly served up the cake and tea.

Reflections (Alex)

Placing the little box on the dresser, Alex walked over to one of the windows. She hadn’t been standing there long when she spotted the plump form of Nelly walking down the street with several parcels in her arms. Obviously, the woman had been out shopping. Alex wasn’t quite sure what she thought of the lady yet, she seemed nice enough and very talkative, ‘but can I trust her?’, only time could tell.

Feeling rested from her nap, Alex decided to take a closer look at her lodgings. Being sure to lock the door, she slipped down the hall in the direction of the water closet. She had heard of people with indoor plumbing but had never been privileged enough to have use of such a niceties. Walking down the white paneled hallway, she counted a total of ten rooms, hers was number 3. If there were any other guests staying here she hadn’t seen or heard them, which suited her just fine.

Reaching the bathroom, Alex slipped inside the pink tiled room and shut the door. Immediately she was thrown into darkness, panic seized her, no doubt a condition formed from her time in the mountain. Groping around on the wall for the little switch that she had discovered produced light; Alex struggled to keep her breathing under control. Finally, her hand found its mark and blinding light filled every corner of the room. Alex stared at the white ceramic tub at the far end of the room. There were three clear knobs on the wall just above the tub and a large silver faucet that hung from above near the ceiling, she looked at the contraption with curiosity. ‘How in the heck do you use this thing?’ She fiddled with the various knobs until a burst of water from above came drizzling out on her head like rain. Shrieking from the surprise, Alex quickly turned the knobs some more causing the water to go from ice cold to scalding hot. Finally, she managed to turn everything off but the damage had already been done. Her hair and shirt were dripping wet, and water was splattered across the floor.

“Great, now what am I supposed to do?” Looking through the cabinets by the sink, Alex found several towels. Taking one, she began drying off her hair and attempted to do the same with her shirt. Having dried enough to quit dripping on the floor, Alex set about drying up the rest of the room. “I’m gonna get kicked out of here before I ever get a chance to eat,” she mumbled under her breath as she returned the wet towel to the edge of the tub.

Not ready to give up her examination of the water closet, Alex now focused her attention on the white porcelain seat positioned next to the tub. “Odd place for a chair” she thought, sitting gingerly down onto the soft burgundy cloth that covered the seat. Looking around she saw that the seat covering matched the now damp floor rug and the curtain that hung at one end of the bathtub. The sink was also white but in the shape of a seashell, Alex thought this looked rather silly but then again, they had put a chair in the bathroom. Tiny pink and purple soaps sat in a dish on the sinks edge. Above the sink was a small rectangular shaped mirror. Standing up, Alex peered into the mirror at the reflection of a stranger. Reaching up with a tentative hand she gently touched the dark circles below her eyes. Her cheeks were slightly sunken in and her face was an ash gray color, except for her left side which was an ugly yellow color and sported several fine scratches. Her long auburn hair hung in a tangled mass about her shoulders and down her back. “I’m surprised Nelly didn’t have me locked away,” she spoke to the reflection, “you look like a crazed mountain hermit.” Not able to look at herself a minute longer Alex opened the door and turned off the light leaving the mysterious room.

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her appearance, Alex ducked back into her room, leaving the downstairs to be explored another day. Turning on the light she stood in front of the large mirror that adorned her room. Tears sprang to eyes at the sight of the creature before her. Her shirt although wet, hung loosely off of her shoulders, her pants that had once fit perfectly kept sliding down off of her slender hips. Her still swollen feet emerged from the bottom of her trousers, discolored from bruises and swollen from various lacerations. On one ankle was a thick red mark left from the ankle shackle. Stripping off her shirt she surveyed a long slash mark that ran diagonally from her right hip up to her left shoulder. She traced the fine line with her index finger remembering her stand against the large ape creature that eventually led to her freedom. Her arms were bruised and slashed from her trials in the caves. She wore a dark red ‘bracelet’ on both wrists, a gift from Mondew. Turning around she craned her head so that she could take stock of her back. Her knees grew weak at the sight. A collage of slashes in various stages of healing filled her entire back. Reaching around with her hand she felt the whelps and ridges where once beautiful young skin used to be. The tears finally flooded down her face and she fell onto the bed surrendering herself to a rare moment of self pity and cried herself to sleep.

Gossip (Nelly)

“The poor dear, looks like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. I’ll fix her a good meal tonight.” Muttered Nelly to herself as she took inventory of the kitchen. Her new guest had her all worked up. Never had she seen such a young girl in such bad shape.

Collecting her list and shopping basket, Nelly headed out to the butcher’s and baker’s. Walking briskly down the clean streets she paid scant attention to the various shops she passed along the way. Her mind was burdened with the task at hand and thoughts of the girl.

“Poor dear,” she muttered again shaking her head as she arrived at the butcher’s shop. A large ham hung on a hook in the window. Sam was busy cutting up some meat for Old Lady Miller when she walked in. Raising his head at the sound of the door closing Sam nodded in recognition of his next customer.

“’Ere ya go, Miss. Miller. Will there be anything else far ya taday?”

“No thank you, Sam, this will be all.” Taking her freshly wrapped meat she headed out the door the feather on her hat seeming to wave its own farewell.

“Well, now then, what can I do ya far taday, Nelly?” Asked Sam wiping his greasy hands on his meat stained white apron.

“I have a special guest, a young girl that looks like she hasn’t had a decent meal in ages. Perhaps a few of your steaks will do.” Nelly looked through the butcher’s display case seeing what looked good.

Sam went about cutting a couple of thick steaks. “A young girl, a? Whar did she come from do ya know?”

“Well, now you know I don’t like to gossip but…” carefully looking about to make sure they were alone, the plump woman leaned in closer and whispered, “I think she’s a victim of those awful ship raids that have been taking place.”

Sam stopped his work to look at Nelly, “Now why do ya be thinkin’ that, Miss. Nelly?”

“Well, she came in to my place wearing no shoes and smelling of salt water.” Looking around again, Nelly continued, “and she looked to have been badly beaten at some time. I shudder to think what that poor dear must have been through down on those docks with those heathens.”

“Now, now, Miss Nelly, don’tcha goes frettin’ none. She’s in your good ‘ands now.” Wrapping up the steaks in white butcher paper, Sam leaned down so he could look the little lady in the eye. “Be careful, Miss Nelly, no tellin’ whose lookin’ far ‘er or what kindda trouble she’s runnin’ from. You need me, just holler.” With that he placed the package of meat in her hands.

“Why, thank you, Sam, but I’m sure we’ll be okay.” Settling up her bill she exited the butcher shop and headed to Ran’s Bakery two shops down.

Nelly always enjoyed going into the bakery, the smell was so comforting and relaxing. Ran had wisely placed a couple of small tables in the shop so that customers could sit and enjoy her full service bakery. Taking a seat at one of the little white tables, Nelly waited for Ran to come over.

“Hello, Nelly, will you be having your usual today?”

“Yes, dear, and I do hope you will be able to join me.”

“Why sure. Two cups of coffee and two sticky buns coming right up.” Nelly watched the slender middle aged woman walk away. How she managed to keep her figure working in this sweet shop was a mystery. All Nelly had to do was look at a pastry and she’d gain a pound.

Ran emerged from behind the counter carrying a tray with their order. Dispensing the tray’s contents onto the circular table, the dark haired woman took her seat across from Nelly while placing the brown tray on an adjoining table.

“So what’s new at the B&B?”Asked Ram merrily as she stirred sugar into her coffee.

“I’ve got me a most unusual guest, Ran.” Taking a moment to glance around the shop, Nelly continued, “You know I don’t like gossip, but I think the young girl’s a victim of the raids at the docks.”

“No!!”Exclaimed Ran around a bite of sticky bun.

“She came to me barefoot and smelling of the ocean.” She paused a moment to take a sip of her coffee. “From the looks of her she’s been through something awful. I can only imagine what those smelly fish lovers must have done to her.” She wiped a tear away with a corner of her napkin.

“There, there, Nelly.” replied Ran sympathetically patting Nelly’s hand, “I’m sure it wasn’t all that bad. Quint probably stopped things before they got too far.”

“Quint!” Screeched Nelly, loosing her usually calm demeanor, “that filthy sardine loving man is what’s wrong with this town!”

“Not so, Nelly. He’s killing the trouble makers – taking out the trash so to speak.”

“Puh! Trash is right. He’s no better than the riffraff he’s killing. Why I heard he massacred an entire fire department – left no one alive. Brutal.”

“Now that’s just rumors, Nelly, there’s no proof.”

“I don’t listen to rumors and gossip, you know that. Let’s not talk of that dirty rotten scoundrel anymore; I have other things to worry about.” With this she took a savoring bite of her sticky bun.

Finishing off her own sticky bun, Ran waited for her dear friend to make her troubles known.

“This girl has money, but nothing else. Do you think perhaps you could take her shopping for some proper clothes and shoes, and maybe even get her hair done?”

“If she’s willing, I am. I love an excuse to go to the boutiques.”

“I’ll arrange it then and get back in touch with you. Oh, before I forget, I need a dozen doughnuts and a nice marmalade cake, please.”

“Coming right up.” Ran went to the counter and proceeded to gather the requested items, relieved that her friend was back to her usually cheery self.


* * * * *

Nelly returned back to the bed and breakfast with several parcels in tow. Glancing up at the second floor she smiled at seeing the girl looking out the window. “This will be fun” she thought contentedly to herself.

Quest for Food

Alex awoke to the sound of seagulls laughing and the roar of the waves. Standing up she shook off the thin layer of sand that had blown on her throughout the night. Judging from the sun’s position it was still early morning. Looking out over the expanse of the ocean she couldn’t resist the “little girl” impulse to run into the water. Scanning the beach she saw that she was totally alone. Quickly she removed her clothing and bounded down into the frothy water. She let out a little screech as the cool water quickly engulfed her. Her eyes watered with the stinging pain of her many lacerations as they came in contact with the salt water. If she thought she was dead before, she now knew with certainty that she was very much alive. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both. Diving under the waves she discovered a whole other world. Small fish of various shapes and color flitted about along the reef. Alex wished that she could hold her breath longer, not wanting to break this magical moment. Her lungs burning with pain, she finally came up gasping for air. Never had she felt so alive.

Feeling sufficiently clean and refreshed, Alex emerged from the water with a smile on her face. The cool breeze coming off of the water produced goose bumps all over her exposed skin. Quickly she donned the clean shirt she had put on yesterday. Reaching into one of the saddle bags she pulled out a fresh pair of britches and slid them on. Feeling the warmth of the sand between her toes, she didn’t mind the absence of shoes. Pulling out a piece of jerky she sat on the beach a while longer enjoying the scenery.

Knowing that the day wasn’t getting any younger, Alex reluctantly packed up her belongings and began walking westward as the cat had directed her. It was close to noon when she spotted the first house up on the hillside overlooking the beach. Soon the water front was lined with houses and buildings. Seeing a set of stairs leading up from the sandy shore, Alex left her tranquil surroundings. As she came to the top landing the sights and sounds that welcomed her were overwhelming. People walked about in strange clothes or rode in any number of motor vehicles that rushed about the street. The street was lined with houses of various colors yet they all some how looked alike. Not a horse was to be seen, just people everywhere. “I hate cities.” Grumbled Alex to herself glaring as yet another motor vehicle drove past.

The sound of her stomach rumbling helped her decide where to go first – a diner. But where? “Excuse me, mam, but ...” the lady gave Alex a disdainful look and walked on. “How rude” muttered Alex. Seeing a man emerge from one of the houses she approached him with her query, “Excuse me, sir, I’m looking for a place to eat…”

“I don’t give handouts, girl. Get a job.” With an arrogant sniff he flagged down a yellow vehicle and disappeared.

Feeling both embarrassed and dejected, Alex decided to try and find a place to eat on her own. Repositioning her saddle bags on her shoulder she worked her way carefully through the bustling streets. The houses gradually gave way to store fronts and tall buildings. She felt sure that she was in the right area to find a meal.

After walking a few more blocks she spotted a sign that read ‘Hungry Man’s Hub’. Stopping just outside the door she breathed in the aroma of various foods causing her stomach to growl with hunger yet again. She had her hand on the door knob ready to go in when a small white paper taped in the window of the door caught her attention.

No shirt
No shoes
No service

Looking down at her bare feet she released her grip on the door and continued walking. Crossing yet another street, she found herself standing in front of a quaint little place with a white picket fence running along the edge of the side walk. On a white heart shaped sign was printed ‘Nelly’s Bed and Breakfast’. Feeling drawn to it, Alex followed the walk way up to the building’s door. Glancing at the various windows, she was relieved not to see any ‘no service’ papers. Gently opening the door Alex walked in as the tinkling sound of the bells above the door announced her arrival.

A short plump woman hurried into the foyer wearing an apron around her large waist and drying her hands on a yellow dish towel. “Hello, dear, how can I be of help to you today?” asked the woman with big smile on her ruddy face.

“I’m looking for some food and maybe a place to stay for a few nights.”

“Then you came to the right place. I just need you to sign the registry here and I’ll give you a room.” Moving to a little desk the woman opened a drawer and pulled out a flowered ledger. Opening the book to the appropriate page she turned it to face Alex while handing her a pen. “Just write your name and address right here, dear, and a phone number if you have one.”

Alex hesitated for a moment “I don’t have an address” she admitted to the woman turning a bit pink.

“Oh, I see. Well, your name will do just fine then. It will be four sheckles a night, dear.”

Alex hadn’t thought about the money being different. Reaching into her saddle bag she pulled out the purse containing the cold coins and poured a few into her hand “Will this do?”

The woman’s eye’s turned as big as saucers “Are those real, dear?” Alex shook her head in the affirmative. “In that case, one gold coin a night will do.” Alex handed over one of the coins and returned the rest to their proper place.

Having done this the woman showed Alex up the stairs to her bedroom, chattering all the while. “I serve breakfast at 8 and dinner at 6, lunch is left for you to figure out. There are two bathrooms – one for men and one for women – yours is at the very end of the hall on the left. The living room, kitchen, and dinning room are open for your use but I do charge extra if you take food from my stock. This here’s your room.” Unlocking the door Alex entered the most beautiful room she had ever seen. Lace curtains covered the two windows along with a white pull down shade. A long cherry wood dresser covered one wall. Above it hung an oval mirror in an ornate frame. The huge bed was covered in a white floral print comforter with several pillows adorning it. A small writing table and chair were positioned in front of one of the windows.

“This is beautiful!” Exclaimed Alex as she stepped into the room looking over everything. “What is that?” She asked pointing to a large black box mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

“Why, it’s a TV of course!” Laughed the woman. “You’ll find the remote on the nightstand.” With that she closed the door. Alex heard her muttering to herself as she walked down the hall, something about how strange these kids are now days.

Walking over to one of the windows, Alex peered out into the street below, happy to finally be away from the noise and commotion. Placing her saddle bags on top of the dresser she pulled out another piece of jerky frowning at the noticeable depletion of her food source. “At least I can count on a good meal tonight.” Reaching into the other bag she pulled out the little box, caressing it’s smooth lid. Sitting down on the edge of the bed she opened the box once again feeling its calming sensation wash over her.

Escape to the Sea

Alex sat next to the peculiar tree while her feline guide scouted out the surrounding area for the most direct path out of the forest. The large single limb of the tree was bowed down by the weight of its large yellow bloom. Leaning forward to smell the sweet flower, she noticed a piece of metal sticking out from one of its petals. Carefully lifting the blossom she was shocked to see her saddle bags lying on the ground. Heart pounding with excitement, she lifted the object to her chest hugging it to her like a long lost friend, breathing in the comforting scent of leather.

“I wonder how these got here?” she said to herself while glancing around the forest to see if anybody was nearby.

Feeling like a child on Christmas morning, she quickly undid the buckles and opened the bags. A smile spread across her swollen face as her hand caressed the familiar objects. Carefully she inspected the various things, surprised to find everything there including her money. While munching on some jerky she opened the second bag. She crinkled up her brow upon seeing a small box. Gently she picked up the box and turned it around in her hand studying it. Allowing curiosity to get the better of her she opened it. A three dimensional image appeared of a frontier family - two children were dancing around in circles to the father’s fiddle music while the mother looked on happily as she fed a baby. Tears spilled out over Alex’s lashes as she watched the happy scene play out.

The picture disappeared after a bit and Alex peered into the tiny box spotting an ornate key. “What is this?” Reaching down to remove the key she let out a little yelp of pain. The key was hot, burning her fingertips. “Now how do you like that? Give me a key but don’t let me touch it.” Gently she closed the box, placing it back inside the saddle bag.

Picking up a spare shirt that was packed in one of the bags, she shrugged out of the torn one she was wearing and put on the fresh garment. “Too bad I don’t have any extra boots in there,” she thought sarcastically while taking another bite of jerky. Stretching out in the grass she waited for her guide to return. The sky was a beautiful blue with big white fluffy clouds rolling by, the grass was thick and cool beneath her, and the smell of earth was all around. She breathed deeply, thankful to finally be out of the mountain.

“What have we here?” questioned the orange tabby taking a sniff at the saddle bags.

“Something that I thought was long gone” replied Alex. “The sun is starting to set. Did you find us a way out of the forest?”

“I was hoping to take you to the city but given our race with the sun, I think it best we head to the sea. We’re but an hour’s walk away. We should be able to make it before sundown.”

Hoisting the saddlebags up onto her shoulder, she psyched herself up to follow the cat. She was sore, tired, and cold but the thought of finally being out of this forest made her hasten her steps.

They walked out of the forest in time to witness a beautiful sunset over the water. The large orange sphere looked as though it were being swallowed by the sea. Alex had seen many a sunset but never one by the ocean. She felt a lump in her throat as a wave of emotion came over her. Fighting for composure, Alex followed the cat down to the sandy beach, free at last of the forest and it’s mountain of terror. With the final glow of the sun gone, blood curdling screams and howls were heard coming from within the Mountain of Pastanpresent.

“They’re not too happy that they lost you. Not often one escapes the caves and lives to tell about it. The gods are watching you.” The cat sat on the shore watching the waves roll in. Like Alex, he was relieved to be out of horrible place.

“Where to now” asked Alex, not taking her eyes off the water that was now pitch black without the suns light on it.

“I’m afraid this is as far as I go with you, I have other business to attend to. I would suggest that you follow the shore in a westerly direction. That should get you to the city.” Stretching out his sleek feline form, the cat prepared to leave. “I would go further on down the shore before making camp just incase the dark creatures get daring. Good luck to you Alexandra Fields,” he called back over his tail as he walked away, “I’ll be watching you.” And with that he disappeared into the night.

“Why does everybody insist on calling me that name?” muttered Alex under her breath as she worked her way along the beach.

Feeling that she had put a safe distance between her and the mountain, Alex dug out a small hole in the sand for shelter and warmth. Lying there on the shore like some sort of animal Alex gazed up at the open sky. She felt alone and vulnerable surrounded by so much blackness, a feeling she had become all too familiar with since her family’s passing.

“What would you think of your little girl now, pa?” she directed her question to the twinkling stars. Reaching into her bag she pulled out the little box and opened it. Again the happy family appeared before her. Alex fell asleep with a smile on her face, a tear on her cheek, and happy memories in her head.

Look What the Cat Dragged Out

Having shackled the girl’s feet and hands in iron, they felt fairly confidant that she was rendered helpless especially given her physical condition. Her back looked like ground up meat, bloody and red with bits of flesh hanging off, it was amazing that she could walk up right at all. Her matted hair hung limply around her young face that was now discolored and scabbed over. Looking down at her hands, the purple creature wondered how she was able to hold anything, much less a pick ax, for her they were covered in oozing blisters and raw flesh. Even her feet were a mess, they looked to have maybe been delicate and pretty at one time but now they were bruised and cut. The lizard/man was completely baffled as to why this woman was placed in the pit to begin with, never had he seen such a thing since he had been the Keeper of the Pit. After placing her in the lift, he watched as the human and the ork disappeared into the dark hole that would deliver them out of the despised pit.


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Alex waited until they were sufficiently hidden in the darkness of the shaft before jumping into action. With one swift movement she wrapped the chain from her wrist shackling around the green creatures neck, holding the chain tight until the creature’s hands dropped and his head rolled to one side. Quickly she grabbed the keys from the guard’s belt and unlatched the heavy cuffs on her feet and wrists. Taking over the pulley, she continued the ascension out of the pit. She hoped against hope that the two-headed giant would not be at the top waiting on her.

As luck would have it, the top of the hole was completely abandoned. Pulling out the stone in her pocket she studied the new map, looking for the tunnel that Lith had told her to go to. Having pinpointed its location, she pocketed the rock and began working her way through the maze of tunnels.

She arrived at the designated spot with little incident. Standing in the shadows, she spotted a pair of emerald green eyes. Stepping out of hiding, she approached the whiskered face.

“So glad you could make it” purred the warm voice. “Are you ready to get out of this rat infested place?”

“More than ready.” Came Alex’s enthusiastic reply. She no longer cared how all of this was coming together or how these creatures knew about her, she just wanted out of the mountain.

Alex followed the orange and yellow striped tail as it maneuvered through a narrow tunnel that was made by some sort of burrowing animal. She crawled on her hands and knees through the winding passage some times having to scoot on her belly because the space was so small. She battled the fear of claustrophobia with thoughts of breathing in fresh air and seeing the sky once more. Again she wondered if it was night or day outside of the mountain.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally emerged out of a small rocky hole on the side of the mountain. Alex used her hands to shield her eyes from the sun’s painfully bright light. Her guide seemed to be understanding of her plight and gave her time to allow her eyes to adjust.

“Rest for a moment and breathe in the fresh air” purred her guide. And Alex did just that.

From their vantage point high up on the mountain she was able to look out past the forest. The view was breathtaking, never had she seen such a large town with buildings so high, they looked as though they could touch the sky. The streets were spotted with people and motor cars. Some of the homes looked big enough to hold the entire Confederate Army, yet on the other side of town were little tiny shacks that looked too run down to live in - such diversity in one place. Her attention shifted to the endless ocean that lied within walking distance of the town. The large mass of water went on as far as the eye could see, leaving Alex feeling small and insignificant. Along the shore and in the water were several boats, she was amazed by the number of sailing vessels in the area.

“How did we do all of this?” she asked with awe, not really expecting an answer.

“Come, Alexandra, we don't have much further"

Anxious to get some distance between her and the mountain, Alex quickly got to her feet and began following the striped fur ball down the mountain. She had assumed the descent would be fairly easy; however, the lack of shoes was a great hindrance. Not only were the tops of her feet bruised and cut but now the bottoms were too causing their progress to slow down. Her body screemed with protest of so much movement but she pushed the pain away by focussing on her freedom.

They were approaching the base of the mountain when a loud horn blew a long and hollow note.

“They know you are gone. We must get you away from here before nightfall.”

Gathering energy from deep within, they quickly made their way over the rocky terrain. Reaching the bottom with a few hours of daylight left Alex vowed to never step foot in the mountain again.

“Here, we will let your feet rest by the purple ‘unilimb tree' while I decide our next course of action."

Alex quietly followed, enjoying the sensation of the soft grass underneath her sore feet and the light breeze blowing on her face, a blissful medicine all in its own.

Phase One

“Ow!” fussed Alex as she swatted at the foot that was nudging her in the ribs. Sitting up she waited for her eyes to focus in the dark passage. Pain throbbed through every inch of her, beating in time with her heart.

“Up. Work.” Spoke Ugh in his Neanderthal dialect.

Alex forced her stiff joints to move as she came to a standing position. Moans and curses could be heard along the chain. Alex was comforted to know that she was not the only one feeling sore. She didn’t know how long she had slept or what time of day it was. Here in the mountain of Pastanpresent there was no such thing as time. There was always activity and never any sunlight, confusing one’s natural clock.

Alex felt the chain on her ankle go taut and realized that the line of prisoners was moving. She quickly fell in step behind Lith, her new found friend. The elf was unusually cheery for being in such a dismal place. Alex wondered if maybe the poor thing was in denial of his situation.

Ugh escorted them to one of the walls in the cavern and quickly went about his work of linking the heavier chain through the loops on their ankle cuffs. The same procedure was being played out throughout the pit as the refreshed shift returned to work. Alex only briefly caught a glimpse of the other prisoners as they were being led into the passages from which she had just emerged.

“Dig.” Ugh’s simple command was followed with a loud crack from his whip.

Reluctantly, Alex took her pick ax into her hands and began chipping away at the stone wall, her muscles crying out in retaliation to the brutal work. The fresh blisters that had formed during her last shift quickly burst causing the handle of the ax to become slippery with blood and fluid. Ignoring the pain, Alex worked on, her mind going over the escape plan that Lith had given her.

A pitiful cry broke Alex’s concentration. A prisoner on another wall had collapsed and was crying for mercy from the wrath of the overseer. The furious ape-like creature howled with rage, bending down he ripped the fallen digger’s arms off. Blood poured from the dismembered creature that was now writhing in agony on the ground. The enraged overseer proceeded to unlock the dying creature’s ankle clasp. Once this was done he grabbed the bloody prisoner by the hair and drug him off to a rubbish pile where he was left to die.

With the entertainment being over with, Ugh worked his way down the wall cracking his whip and threatening each of them with the same fate. Alex was still shaking from the horrific event when she felt the sting of the whip bringing her back to reality. She was no longer concerned with the uncertainties of Lith’s plan; she just wanted to get out of this place - alive.

When their next rest period arrived, Alex was eager to go over every detail of the escape plan with the elf.

“Why don’t you come with me?” asked Alex after her gruel had settled.

“I’m here to make sure you get out. I’ll be fine, you’ll see.” Alex knew better than to keep asking questions, the elf apparently had her own agenda.

The break having ended, Alex anxiously returned back to digging. She could feel the adrenaline starting to build within her. Putting all fear behind her, Alex put the first phase of the plan into action. Throwing down her pick ax she crossed her arms over her chest and stood with her feet spread apart, bracing herself for the encounter with Ugh.

“Pick up.” Ordered Ugh while twirling the whip around on the ground as if to remind Alex of what was to come.

“I want to see the Beholder.” Demanded Alex with more bravado then she actually contained.

Ugh screwed up his round face in a confused look. He was not allowed to mortally harm this human therefore putting him at a disadvantage. Looking down at the whip he decided to force the female into submission. Snapping the braided leather at the girl’s bare feet he smiled with satisfaction as she jumped back, her face contorting in pain.

Alex knew this wasn't going to be easy but it was worth it if she could get out of this place. Mustering up her courage she took her defiant stance once again. This time she vowed not to move. The pit was soundless as the workers stopped to witness the standoff.

Ugh again wielded the whip, it made contact with the human’s skin again and again, slicing it into fine red lines. Her shirt damp with blood, hung in rags at her back. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. Stealing a glance at Lith she was surprised to see the elf smiling at her.

“No, I’ve been tricked!” Screamed a voice within her head. She was just about to give up when the purple lizard/man appeared.

“The Beholder wishes to see her.”

Alex sighed in relief. The plan had worked.

Rest

Alex wasn’t for sure just how long she had been chipping away at the rock wall but judging from the ache in her back and shoulders, it had been a while. Her hands were blistered and bleeding from the constant friction of the wooden handle against her skin. The tops of her feet were scratched and bruised from debris falling on them. And her face was still sore from being drug across the floor, even her hair hurt. The gnawing in her stomach told her that it had been quite some time since her last meal. She briefly wondered what happened to the rucksack filled with food. For the first time since arriving in the mountain she thought about the blue pebble that she had been carrying. She made a mental note to check her pockets during their rest period.

A loud horn blew from an unknown origin jolting everybody from their stupor. Ugh appeared with a lighter weight chain, weaving it through the loops on their ankle clasps. After twenty of them were linked together he detached them from the wall chain, thus insuring that at all times they were secure. He led them through a narrow passage at the back of the chamber that dead ended after a few feet. Once again they were fastened to a wall. Sitting down they tried their best to stretch out their legs and make themselves comfortable in the cramped space. Ugh, feeling satisfied that everything was in place, left the tiny passage where he had to walk stooped over.

Alex’s stomach let out a loud growl causing several heads to turn in her direction. She felt the heat of embarrassment on her cheeks.

“Don’t worry; they’ll be bringing us something to eat in a little bit. They have to get the new shift settled in first. I’m Lish, an elf, in case you were wondering.”

“Alex. I’m human in case you were wondering.” With this Lish let out a jovial laugh causing Alex to smile.

“We need to get you out of here, Alex. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Everybody keeps telling me that.” She replied while taking stock of her many wounds.

“Do you still carry the Pebble of Balox with you?” Alex looked questioningly at the elf. “The blue-green stone that Salmurk gave you.” He said as a means to clarify.

Alex reached a sore hand into her pocket and felt the cool smooth stone at her fingertips. She nodded an affirmative to the elf, not sure where all of this was going. “How do you know about Salmurk?”

Lith smiled mischievously, “Why the cat told me, of course.”

Before Alex could ask anything else several little brown creatures came into the passage way carrying bowls on their heads. “Tanglos” answered the elf to Alex’s silent question. The ‘tanglos’ handed a bowl to each of the prisoners and then left as quickly as they had came. Alex looked at the contents of the dish and nearly lost whatever was left in her stomach. It was pea green in color but had a lumpy texture to it, like cream of wheat that was poorly mixed. It smelled of stagnant water and she could have sworn there was something wriggling in it.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Just close your eyes and drink as quickly as you can.”

Alex watched as the creatures around her drained the bowl of its contents. Hearing again the emptiness of her stomach, she surrendered to her hunger. The first glob that hit her tongue caused her to catch her breath. It tasted even worse then it had looked. She forced herself to finish it, not knowing when her next bit of nourishment might be. She felt as green as the gruel had been. She sat there for a few moments with her arms holding her stomach and her eyes shut, willing the ‘food’ to stay down.

“You humans really are an amusing species.” Laughed Lith.

Alex couldn’t understand how anybody could be so jovial in a dreary place like this. She found herself smiling at the elf’s antics. Before long the two became immersed in conversation.

“I take it you don’t know how to use the pebble, if you did you wouldn’t be here. Take it out and I’ll show you.”

Alex reached into her pocket and pulled out the stone. Again she saw the blue and green colors swirling about but when they cleared away to show a picture it was the pit that was revealed with a blinking red dot off to one side of it.

“First off, you hold it like this.” The elf turned the stone so that the thicker end pointed away from Alex’s body. “This here red dot is you. Unfortunately, the stone can’t show you a large radius, but you can usually make out enough to guide you along.”

“It’s a map then” Alex said to simplify things.

“Well, yes, a map that is constantly changing. This will help guide you through the various tunnels that you’ll need to take to get out of here and out of the forest.”

“How do you propose I get out of here? They watch us like hawks and when we are left alone, we’re chained.”

“No wonder your Earth was failing with attitudes like that.” The elf shook his head in shear wonderment of it all.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, no need to fret about it right now, those events took place centuries ago. Let’s just focus on the present, shall we.” Lith then proceeded to go over the escape plan.

When the elf had finished, he leaned his head against a rock and went to sleep leaving Alex to think about what was said. There was no way she would be able to rest now, there were too many questions and concerns rolling around in her head. For a moment she wondered whether it was day or night. She soon found her eyelids growing heavy, she didn’t realize how tired and sore she really was until she stopped moving. She aloud the sleep to steal upon her, exchanging one nightmare for another.