Opus Path II

So, apparently now SMF (the forum software) upgrades itself, which is nice, except it's reset the graphics etc.

I think the forum still works (not that anyone is really using it), but I'll check a bit later on and start putting the furniture back where it was!

  

Samantha stayed long enough to see him being led away by several more soldiers.  These had slightly fancier uniforms, with gold braiding.  At their side they had some kind of short, stubby stick affair in holsters.  Josh could only assume they were weapons.

He was led through a gigantic pair of double doors, very solid ones he couldn't help but notice, and into a majestic, gleaming hallway.

A red carpet marked a clear path down the centre of the long space, whilst the walls were decorated with huge paintings of the fantastic City of To, at least that is where he assumed they were set.  Perhaps there were other cities here as well, but no one had mentioned them.
Apart from a few more soldier/guards lining the walls, there was no one else present.

He climbed a low flight of stairs to another set of double doors.  These swung open as he approached. 

A short, but still wide, corridor followed, before he arrived at a third set of doors.  These were of a more normal size.

Again, as he approached, they swung open. 

His guards stopped on the threshold, which made him stop too.
 
"Go," the one on his right growled, and pushed his shoulder.

"Okay, no need to get rough."  Josh sniffed and stalked forward.
Into a large, but not as large as he would have expected, throne room.  It had to be a throne room, because there was a large, ornate, golden throne resting on a dais on the far side of the room, facing the door.

On either side of the seat of power stood two giant creatures.  They resembled Arthur, except their skin was slightly bluer, and they were wearing old fashioned plate-mail armour.  Each one had one of their enormous, gloved, hands on the handle of a wicked looking spiked mace, the end of which terminated in a ball of black iron the size of a man's head.  Both trolls glared at him.

Josh's eyes went to the throne where the King, or His Grace as Samantha had called him, was seated.

His Grace was, he had to admit, impressive.  A man of, maybe thirty-five, he was tall, thin, and amazingly good looking.  His white hair was just tousled enough to be cool, and his physique was of an Olympic swimmer. 

His face, of course, was ludicrously handsome.

Josh, who had no interest in men, in that way, had to admit, he was impressed.

"Well, okay then," he said.
 
Remembering how scared Samantha seemed when he was dismissive in the cart, he gave a very shallow, reluctant, bow.  For all of his life he had been a devout anti-monarchist, but he was also pragmatic.
"Your Highness," he said.  "What's up?"

"Approach," his Grace said, in a – naturally – perfect voice.

"Yeah, no, I'm good," Josh said.  Subservience only went so far.

"You fucking faggot!  I said approach!"  Suddenly the monarch seemed a lot less angelic.

Instead of being intimidated, Josh lost his temper.

"Fuck you cunt!" he replied.  "I'm dragged here against my will, to apparently save your ass, and now I'm expected to do your bidding?  Go stick it up your ass.  You want my help, come and find me."
So say, he turned about and marched off back down the red carpet.
Only to be confronted by two of the guards who had escorted him into the palace.

"And you can fuck off too!" he snarled, waving a hand at them.

A surge of what felt like electricity pulsed through him and the two soldiers were thrown high, back against the wall of the place.
 
"Whoah."  Josh looked at his hand, but then, mindful of his situation, forced himself to carry on towards the exit.

"Hold!"  The king, or Grace, or whatever he was, shouted.

He carried on.  Fuck the monarchy.

"Please."

Okay, he was always a sucker for manners.  Josh stopped.

He turned back around, to face the king.

"Was that so hard?" he asked.

"Oh, the please?"  His Grace smiled, a beautiful smile.  "No, I just wanted you to stand still, you fucktard."

He held out a hand, and a bolt of blue light slammed into Josh, throwing him backwards, much like he had done to the guards.
Josh hit the wall, hard, and everything went dark.


"Oh dear, that hurt."

Josh woke, head pounding.  He tried to sit up, but things went wobbly, and he was forced to lie still and take a few deep breaths for a minute before he opened his eyes and tried again.

This time he only felt horribly nauseated as he sat upright.
Looking around, he found himself sitting on a hard bunk in a fairly small room.  The room had all the hallmarks of a cell, from the bare stone walls to the thick wooden door with a barred window set into it.

The floor and ceiling were made of basic stone slabs, and the small amount of light that filtered in came from a narrow window, also barred of course, high in one wall, through which he could see only the strange sky of this place.

"How the Mighty Fall!"

"Fuck!"  Josh jerked to one side as the purple clad man appeared and started declaiming, facing a wall.

"Awakening, alone, in a magic-proofed cell after angering His Grace, Jox must now throw himself upon the mercy of The Court.  Will he managed to beg his way back into the favour of His Most High?  Or shall his fate be the one of the lowliest of traitors?"

For the first time the man turned and looked at Josh.

"Only time will tell," he declared, ominously.  And vanished.

"Cunt," muttered Josh, but whomever the purple man was, he had at least given him some idea of what was going on, like some kind of twisted narrator.

The door rattled and flew open, crashing against the wall and making him jump again.

A black clad palace guard stepped in.  Behind him loomed one of the throne-room trolls, holding his giant mace in a threatening manner, or perhaps more threatening manner would be a more accurate description.

"You are summoned," the guard growled.  "And if you try anything you'll be heading straight for the Special Chambers."

Not liking the sound of that, Josh shrugged and stepped forward.
"Very well, where are we going?"

"The Court," came the reply.  "Follow."

Nodding, Josh did so.  It seemed his narrator had been correct.
"Does that count as foreshadowing?" he asked himself.

The guard shoved him.  "Shut up and walk."

Josh walked.


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Sorry, short episode here, but better than naught eh?
So, ideas needed for the court here.  Is it your traditional variety?  Or are we heading further down the rabbit hole with some weird and wacky shit? 
Personally, I prefer the second option, but all ideas welcome!
Thank you for reading.
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Samantha sighed, and looked around at the mist they were still walking through.  "I'm not the one who is supposed to debrief you," she said, eventually.  "It should be someone else, certainly not someone like me."

"Someone like you, what does that mean?  You're a captain aren't you?  Someone important in your... organisation."  Josh indicated a small round golden insignia he spotted on her breast plate.

"No, I mean, well, someone like me."

"A woman?"  Josh raised an eyebrow.

"What?"  It was Samantha's turn to look confused.  "Why would that make any difference?  No, I mean."  She glanced at the men accompanying them, and lowered her voice.  "I mean, I'm a... a Null."

"A Null?  What's that mean?"

"You don't know?  Really?"

"I wouldn't ask if I did, would I?"

"It's... it's a person who can't do any magic.  I even inhibit magic a little, not enough to be any use of course, but enough to be annoying."

"Doesn't sound unusual to me," Josh replied.  "No one on my world can do magic."

"That can't be true!" she replied.  "You're a great wizard!  You're going to cure the Blight!"

"This is news to me," Josh said.  "I've never done any magic in my life.  I can't even do any card tricks, and I have no idea what this blight thing is."

"Well, maybe you don't know what you're capable of.  Perhaps in this place you do have the power.  I don't know.  This is why I'm not the one to explain things to you.  My orders are simply to bring you in.  I wasn't even supposed to be the one to do this, but when you didn't arrive at the expected spot they sent out everyone to look.  I'm sure it will be fine.  Oh, we're here.  Hold on a minute."

As they had been speaking, the mist had been thinning further.  Now it was no more than a mild haze in the air, which allowed Josh to see, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, further than a metre in any direction.

At long last, the ever present grass finally seemed to be succumbing to bare patches of sandy earth.  Ahead of them, on a low rise of the harder ground, a wheeled contraption, rather like a limousine golf-cart, sat waiting.  A tall chap, in the same uniform as Samantha, was standing next to it.
 
He stood still whilst she walked up to him, to report no doubt.

"And so our hero arrives in the To, late, as they say, but better than never."

Josh jerked in fright as the strange man in purple started talking in a loud, clear, voice, standing next to him, but again, facing away, seemingly speaking to some unseen audience.

"Who the fuck are you?" he demanded.

"He is as yet unaware of the trials ahead," the stranger went on, ignoring him.  "But, as the hero, we are sure he will prevail, justifying our faith in his as-yet untapped abilities."

"Who the hell is this?" Josh demanded of Samantha, who was walking back towards him.

"Who?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"This dickhe..." he stopped short.  Once again, the man had vanished.  "Didn't you see him?  Tall fellow, dressed in a ludicrous purple outfit."

She simply gave him a Look.
 
"No one?"  Josh whirled around, looking at the other guards, who all made various gestures of negativity.  "Fine."  He slumped and looked back at Samantha.  "Lead on Macduff."

"I told you, my name's Captain Samantha Miller."


"Wait.  Stop!" 

The cart limousine, as Josh had termed it in his own mind, slewed to a halt at his shout.

"What? What is it?" Samantha asked, looking left and right for a threat.

Josh ignored her, and stepped out of the vehicle.

They had been climbing a low hill for some time now.  The mist had finally lifted, to reveal a sky that was a darker blue than the one he was used to, almost purple in fact, and with a few stars visible, though it was obviously day, as there was a fat orange sun almost directly overhead.  A few clouds, the same appearance as those at home, drifted about aimlessly in random directions, as if under their own power, rather than pushed along by wind. 

The earth had slowly turned greener, and straggly plants and even the odd tree, decorated the sides of the path, which was of the same, hard orange earth he'd encountered earlier.  The temperature was a little hot for him, but not unbearable.

They had crested the brow of the hill finally, which revealed a magnificent view over a low lying land, dotted with lush farmland, trees and, in the distance, a huge and impressive mountain range.
These things weren't what Josh had stopped the cart for though.  The road they were on meandered down the hill and towards a city, no doubt To City. 

And what a city it was.  It was a mix of fantasy and futuristic sci-fi, with a cluster of tall, thin and shining towers, impossibly balanced in some instances, surrounded by houses that looked as if they were the dwellings of fairy folk and witches.  The roads that he could see varied between a few large, super modern, highways and twisting winding paths made of cobbles.
 
The vehicles, distant as they were from his viewpoint, seemed as diverse, ranging from flying pods to animal drawn carriages. 

"Wow," he said.

"Our hero takes in his first view of To City!"

Josh jumped in shock as the purple clad man reappeared.  Gazing out at the view, he continued.  "A city that looks magnificent, and yet is in dire distress, plagued by the horror known as The Blight.  But the end is in sight!  The Blight will wither, as it, itself, causes crops, magic and people to do, now that our hero is here!  Hurrah for To City!  Hurray for our hero!"

"Listen you..."  Josh reached out to the man, but before he could make contact, the being vanished again.  "Fuck."

"Jox?  Who are you speaking to?"  Samantha had climbed out of the cart, to stand nearby.

"I..."  Josh looked at her, but then shook his head.  "Never mind."  He gestured at the city.  "Impressive."

"Thank you," she said.  "But I'm sure it's nothing compared to what your world has to offer."

"Don't underestimate yourself," he replied.

"Shall we go and see it close up then?"

"Why not?"  With one last look around, Josh returned to the waiting cart.


"Oh fuck!"  said Josh.

"It seems word has leaked about your arrival," the burly driver of the cart said, which was the first time Josh had heard him speak.

The streets that he was now being driven through were jam packed with cheering people.  Quite a lot were throwing what looked like multi-coloured rice.

"What are they throwing?" he asked Samantha, as he brushed the seeds from his face and hair.

"It's Pioc," she said.  "A local staple crop."

"It's nice they have food to waste," Josh said.

"They don't," she replied, in a much more sombre tone.

"This is the Blight you mentioned before?"

"I shouldn't really say," she said.

"But it is, isn't it?"

Sam just made a face, which Josh interpreted as a yes.

"You could wave a little at least," she said, after a few minutes of driving through the throng.

"Well, okay then."  Josh did a royal wave at the crowd, feeling rather foolish.  The result was a massive increase in cheering.

"You see?  You're a hero," Samantha said.

"Great."  Josh carried on waving, but slumped back in his seat.  This was turning out to be a disappointment-in-waiting, in his opinion.
 
It took another half hour of waving, which was increasingly hard to maintain enthusiasm for, before they turned into a wide avenue, lined with blue leafed trees and shining silver skyscrapers.  At the end a majestic, white stoned, muti-towered building rose high into the sky, as if someone had decided to build a modern hi-rise castle.

"I assume that is our destination?" Josh asked, rubbing his arm.

"The Grand Palace, home of his Grace, the High Mage, ruler of To," Samantha confirmed.

"How exciting," Josh said, in an unenthusiastic tone.  "I've never wanted to meet royalty."

Samantha put her hand on his arm, which send a chill down Josh's spine.

"Don't say that," she hissed. 

He just nodded.  It seemed free speech was limited in his new world.  He would have to be careful.

The limo-cart finally arrived at a grand entrance to the Grand Palace, which towered above them.  Josh couldn't help but gawp at the massive building as he stepped out of his ride.

"This is where I say good bye," Samantha said.

"What?  Wait, no!" Josh didn't want to lose the only friendly, and he had to admit, attractive, face he'd met so far.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."  She smiled at him, and then saluted.  "Welcome to To, Saviour," she said.

"Fuck," Josh said.


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I was going to write more today, but was distracted by various things, so...  Today's suggestions needed...
What does 'His Grace' the High Wizard look like?  Personality, appearance, any suggestions welcome!  Is he all you expect him to be?  Or the complete opposite?  Human?  Other? 
Any other suggestions/ideas also welcome!
Thank you for reading.
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"Oh.  Of course.  Of course there's something worse than a human-eating land-catfish."  Josh took a cautious step backwards, although he had pretty much lost all hope at this point.

Standing in place of the now-dead fish creature, was a huge, well, it could only really be described as a troll.  After all, it was green, and it was giant, like Hulk's bigger, uglier, cousin. 

To add to the air of menace, although that was not necessary at all, it was holding a large hand cannon, now resting with the barrel slung over its shoulder, the muzzle smoking slightly.  Finally, for the pièce de résistance, it was wearing a long coat that seemed to be made of bones.  Many of them looked human, to Josh's untrained eye.

"Well, I guess at least I won't have to endure any more surprises."  He spread his arms wide, in a gesture of defeat.  "Go ahead then, I just ask you make it quick."

The troll stepped forward, towering over him, and raised a bushy eyebrow.  "I'm not sure what you're implying," it replied, in a surprisingly light voice.  "But you're welcome."  It pointed a large finger at the now dead land-catfish. 

"I...  Wait, you're not going to eat me?"

The troll looked him up and down, and made a noise.  "Oh dearie, you're far too stringy for me.  Besides, what do you take me for, some kind of monster?"

"Well, I mean..."  Josh looked meaningfully at the skeletal jacket the creature was wearing.

"This old thing?"  The troll fingered the clothing.  "I bought it from a costume shop.  These bones are all fake sweetie.  Well, most of them."

"Oh.  I see.  I think.  In that case, thank you.  My name's Josh."
"Arthur," the giant replied.  "And I know who you... wait, Josh?"

"Yes."  It was Josh's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"You mean Jox."

"No, no, I mean Josh.  Although, strangely enough, I met a fellow called Jox back on the road."  He looked around, as if expecting the other, or at least the road, to suddenly reappear.

"Oh.  Well, that is interesting.  He's fucked up."  Arthur paused for a moment and then, surprisingly, chuckled to himself.  "This is big, it could change everything." 

"Change what?"

"Listen, if anyone asks, and this is for your own good, tell them your name is Jox, okay?"

"Why?"

"Long story, but if you want to keep breathing, do as I say."  Arthur looked about.  "I'll say nothing about it either.  Come on, we don't have much time, I'm surprised they haven't found you already, they must be looking."

"Who's looking for me?  What's going on?"  Josh found himself talking to the back of a retreating Arthur.  Not wanting to get lost in the menacing fog again, he hurried after him.
 
"Where are we going?" he gasped, when he finally managed to catch the troll, who was walking with large strides over the grassland.  "And how do you know where you're going?  How can you see through this mist?"

"You get used to it, and it's not always this thick, there are landmarks, if you know what to watch for.  Not that we come out when it's this dense usually, as that's when the Grgz hunt."

"Grgz?"

"The thing that you were running from," Arthur said, gesturing back at where they had come from, meaning the land-catfish.

"There's a lot of them?"

"Sometimes a lot, sometimes just one or two, again, but more when the mist is dense."

"I saw a girl... a young girl, back there.  She had been bitten in half."  Josh suppressed a gag at the memory.

Arthur sighed.  "Yes, sadly we lose quite a few that way."

"Quite a few?  Where am I, exactly?"

"You're in The Between."

"The Between?  What's that?"

"It's neither From nor To.  The Between.  I think the name speaks for itself."

"Okay then, so, From is, I'm guessing, where I'm from.  Where is the To?"

"You're right.  From is whatever world you were in, and..."

"Wait wait wait," Josh interrupted.  "What do you mean whatever world I was in?"

Arthur sighed again and stopped walking.  Turning to Josh, he spoke slowly and clearly, as if to someone not very bright.  "Are Grgz common where you come from?"

"I've never seen anything like that creature," he replied.

"That's because you're not in your world any more.  You passed through... well, I'm no wizard, but some kind of barrier, into The Between.  Which is here.  It's... Do you have the multiverse theory in your home?"

"Yes, I've heard of that.  So... I'm in another universe?"

Arthur shrugged, and began walking again.  "I'm not really sure, like I said, I'm no wizard, but that's the generally held view."

"And this To place?"

"It's actually part of the same universe as The Between, but a stable part.  The barriers shift and move, as well as alternate between universes in The Between.  To is just normal land, although populated by a diverse set of beings that have wandered in, as well as the natives of course."

"Okay.  I see."  Josh didn't, and fell silent for a few minutes, trying to digest the madness he'd stepped into.  The whole thing felt like a dream still, but, as he'd already established, as best he could, that he wasn't asleep, then he had to accept he was really in some fog-covered land in another dimension.
 
He shook his head, as if that would help.  Then something Arthur had said trickled back into his mind.

"Wait, you said you were expecting me?  And someone else..."

"Shhh!"  Arthur stopped and waved a hand.  "Shit, they're here."  He turned and looked down at Josh.  "Remember what I said about your name, and don't say anything about me, understood?  Your life depends upon it.  We'll be in touch when it's safe."

"I..."  Josh trailed off as Arthur made a complicated gesture in the air, and faded from view.  Literally disappearing into thin air.

"What the hell?"  Josh poked at where the troll had been standing.  Nothing.

Suddenly there was a tall, thin, man standing next to him.  Like Arthur, he had appeared from nowhere.  One second there had been fog, and the next second he was there.

Unlike Arthur though, this man appeared human, probably in his early fifties, and had a body structure one might describe as 'lanky'.  He was dressed in purple trousers, a matching jacket with long coat tails, and a similarly coloured top hat, which was perched on his head at a precariously jaunty angle. Grey hair jutted out at odd angles from underneath.

"Hel..." Josh started to say, but was interrupted as the man started to speak, not looking at him at all, and seemingly addressing the fog.

"And so our hero is here, late perhaps, but safe.  He is naturally bewildered, but soon things will be made clear.  Even as the questions line up in his head, help arrives."  The man made a gesture, and Josh looked over to see other figures come into view, in a more traditional manner this time.

They were part of one group, for sure, dressed in dark clothing and wrapped in long cloaks, which fluttered back as they walked to reveal swords hanging at their sides.

"Here you are," the lead figure said, a woman, seemingly not much older than Josh, with long black hair tied in pigtails.

"Hi," he said, weakly.

"Please, tell me your name," she asked, coming to a stop in front of him.  The four men behind her, all much larger and more menacing looking Josh couldn't help but notice, came to a stop too, but said nothing.

"Jo... Jox, the name's Jox," he managed to choke out.

"Well, lovely to meet you Jox, we've been expecting you.  Apologies for the delay."  She held a hand out. 

For a second Josh just stared at it, but then pulled himself together and put his own out, to shake her hand.
 
It had calluses on, he noted.

"And who's..." he turned to the purple clad man, but found nothing but mist.  "Oh."

"Come, come, you must be tired and have questions.   My name's Samantha, you may call me Sam.  It's Captain Miller actually, but I hate formality.  Come.  Let's get out of here, there are sometimes creatures in the fog."

"I... see."  Josh decided to speak less and listen more, until he understood what the hell was going on.

"I hope you weren't wandering around here long," Sam went on, as they walked along.  Her men had fallen in around them, in a protective phalanx.  "There can be dangerous creatures, as well as the subversives."

"Subversives?"

"Never mind for now.  I expect you're wondering where you are?"

"I figured I'd wandered onto some moor or other," Josh said, deciding to follow Arthur's advice, and play dumb.

"Ah, not quite."  Samantha went on to describe From, The Between and To, in a more rambling fashion perhaps, but it essentially came down to what the troll had told him.  Different universe, shifting barriers, stable area.

"Very well then," Josh said, when Samantha had finally finished.  "And so, who are you, and what am I to you?"

"We are here at the behest of the ruler of the To City.  You arrival has been predicted."

"I see.  And you come out and find everyone who wanders in to The Between?"

"Oh no.  You're special."  Samantha smiled at her.  Josh decided she was really quite pretty.

"Special how, exactly?"


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Sorry for the abrupt stop there, but time for more suggestions if possible! 
I actually know who Sam is etc. but I'm interested in what you think Sam will tell Josh.  Also, ideas for To City welcome, as in what kind of place/architecture/structures etc.  Wild and outlandish suggestions welcome!
Once again, thank you for reading.
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At first he his brain refused to register what it was, but then, like one of those magic-eye pictures, he realised he was looking at a young girl, maybe ten years old.  A desperate, mad expression of terror was etched upon her face, unseeing eyes staring wide, right at him.  Even more specifically, it was a dead face.  As white, as they say, as a ghost.

Josh turned and threw up.

"Fuck!  Fuck fuck fuck!" he gasped, once he finally recovered his breath.  Then again, "Fuck!" with feeling.

Scrambling slightly away from his horrific find, he forced himself to try and calm down and look at the poor girl again.  This time he managed to take in a fuller picture, which was no improvement. 
She was dressed in what seemed to be a school blazer, and was lying on her front, arms outstretched as if trying to reach some never-to-be-achieved goal, fingers clawing at the grass.  Even more horrifying, as if the scene needed that, was the fact that she was only half there.  The body ended at her waist, her innards trailing slightly behind, discolouring the ever-present grass.  There was no sign of the rest of her.

Josh turned and threw up again.

"Oh my world," he moaned, after heaving for another minute.  He scrabbled backwards some more, only to bump into something hard.
Jerking to one side, he looked wildly about, to find out that he'd discovered a white painted wooden post.  Staggering to his feet, and keeping his eyes averted from the girl, he looked up at the shaft, and realised it was, in fact, some kind of old fashioned sign-post.
There were two arrows at its top,  pointing in opposite directions.  Squinting through the fog, he read the words, which were painted in elegant green font.

One said: 'From' and the other said: 'To'.

"Odd," he muttered to himself, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.  "And spooky.  What the hell is going on here?"

The signpost had no immediate answer, and, thankfully, neither did the body of the girl. 

"Well, I guess it's some kind of direction.  Maybe 'From' is back to my car," he rambled on.  Apart from 'From' was also pointing directly at the body on the grass.

"Maybe 'To' is a better choice," he decided.

Purposely not looking back, he set off again, in a more careful fashion, following the direction of the sign.

He'd barely walked five paces when he kicked something in the grass.  Nervously, Josh looked down, to find a shiny metallic egg on the ground. 

Frowning, he carefully bent down and prodded the thing, preparing to leap away if it made any sudden movement which, under normal circumstances, would have been ludicrous.  Here, here he wasn't taking any chances.

It didn't move, somewhat to his relief, so he cautiously picked it up. 

After a few moments' examination, he came to the conclusion it was, indeed, some kind of metallic egg.  It didn't seem to be solid, being too light for that, but it made no noise when he (gently) shook it either. 

Shrugging, he put it in his pocket and carried on walking.
The grassland seemed to go on forever, but Josh was now getting numb to the strangeness he'd wandered into.  He kept going, one foot after another, trudging onwards in this place that made no sense. 
The world around him remained white. White, with green underfoot.  Endless silence, broken only by Josh's footsteps, trudging forward towards... Well towards To.

"I have to be dreaming," he said to himself.  "Maybe a nightmare."  He pinched his arm, hard, purposely hurting himself.  The pinch did, indeed, hurt, and yet he remained in his unending white and green existence.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of walking, he dropped to his knees.

"What the fuck!" he screamed at the invisible sky.  "Why?" 
He fell forward, onto the grass, and beat, in a futile fashion, at the ground.

There was a Noise.

He stopped moving.  The noise wasn't a Good noise.  It was a noise that sent warning signals that primitive man would have paid particular attention to, back when creatures walked the earth.
"Shit," he whispered to himself, and rolled over. 
 
The growling, for that's what it was, flowed over him, reaching parts of his primeval brain that he'd not realised existed.

Trying not to breathe, he sat, and then stood up, turning, trying to work out where the continuing low, and yet definitely threatening sound was coming from. 

As if working in tangent, the mist seemed to recede somewhat, allowing him a view of, well, more of the same really.  Spongy, springy grass. 

The ominous growling grew louder.

"Shit," Josh whispered, desperately feeling in his pockets for anything that could help him defend against werewolves, or even just regular wolves.  The only thing were his car keys, wallet, phone and the recently found metal egg. 

He pulled the egg out, simply because it was about the only thing he could throw at any attacker, although it wasn't heavy enough to do any real damage.

The growling was getting louder, although the mist made it hard to figure out which direction it was coming from.  Josh swung about, desperately trying to locate the source which, unfortunately, soon made itself known.

"What the fuck?" he gasped, staggering backwards as a shape came into view.

It was now evident what had put paid to the poor girl.  The monster, and it was surely a monster, was like nothing Josh had ever seen.  It was about two metres long, and looked a little bit like a catfish in shape, certainly it was a similar brown, but a catfish that had grown dozens of legs out of its sides, and developed a huge, wide, needle-tooth-lined mouth.  To top of the weirdness, it had about half a dozen pale white eyes waggling about on stalks on its head. 

"Holy shit!"  Josh turned and ran in terror, as the thing scuttled forward, mouth opening to reveal a black maw, easily capable of swallowing a leg whole, at least.

The pattering of its many feet grew closer, despite his desperation fuelled turn of speed, and he wailed in terror as its rasping breath grew louder.

Josh was just about to turn and make a mad last stand, when there was a noise and a squawk from behind.  The thing's footsteps abruptly stopped, and, gasping for air, he slowed and stopped too, cautiously turning to take in the situation.

The land-catfish was on the floor, most certainly dead.  Half of its horrible face had been blown away by some unseen weapon, decorating the nearby grass with a mixture of black blood and brown flesh.  Josh would have thrown up again, had he anything left to hurl.  Instead he just gagged and tried to get his breathing under control.

Before he could fully recover, another shape emerged from the never-ending fog.

"Oh," he said.

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So then, a bit of a struggle to push this out, but I managed to get most suggestions in.  Thanks to Key for those. 
This time, as well as any other ideas and comments, I'm looking for two things:  1. What's the metallic egg, exactly?  (Doesn't have to come into play urgently, can be further down the line).  2. Who/what has rescued Josh?  Ideas ranging from appearance to motive all welcome!
Thank you for reading!
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If it wasn't for a simple mistake, Josh's life would have probably carried on along the same mundane, normal, path that it had ambled along for the previous twenty two years.  He would have likely met some nice girl, or boy, (although that wasn't really his thing), settled down with them, married perhaps, probably had children.  You know, all the standard stuff that the average Joe, or here, Josh, does.
In this case though, a too-early turn at a junction, sent him off towards a totally different destiny.  Let's see how it all started, shall we?


"Damn it!" Josh said, smacking his steering wheel as he slowed down and looked about.  "I knew that wasn't the right turn."  He squinted at the road ahead, which was rapidly narrowing into a path barely wide enough for the car.  To add to his woes, a fog seemed to have appeared from nowhere, making navigation even harder.  His sat-nav showed him going in approximately the right direction, although the road he was on had apparently petered out shortly after the turning.  According to the screen, he was driving through fields. As this patently wasn't the case Josh ignored it, and kept going.

The road started to climb a hill, which became steeper even as it wound around a number of sharp turns, testing Josh's driving skills, and forcing him to drop to second, and then first gear.

"Fuck," he said, leaning forward and hoping to hell he wouldn't meet another vehicle coming the other way.

Of course, as soon as he thought that, he did.  Luckily the road had straightened, and even flattened out just at that point, but the other car turned a blind bend at the end and suddenly appeared in front of him.

As Josh was barely moving at that point, their collision was limited to a small bump, but he thought he heard the tinkle of glass breaking even so.

"Bugger," he said.  He turned the engine off, and climbed out of the car, even as the person in the other vehicle did the same.

Josh did a bit of a double take at the other driver, who raised his eyebrows in a similar fashion.  The reason for this was because he looked practically identical to Josh.  Same sandy coloured hair, same tall, lanky frame, and, most striking of all, his face.  Even his clothing was similar, with a plain blue shirt and jeans, although the jeans were black, not blue.

"Hello," Josh said, approaching the other him.  "Do I have a twin I didn't know about?"

"I was going to say the same," the other him replied, grinning.

"Seriously, this is spooky," Josh went on.  "My name's Josh, Josh Wheeler."

"Fuck.  No way.  I'm called Jox Williams."

"Jox?  Kind of cool," Josh said.

"You wouldn't say that if you'd had to explain the spelling all your life.  Everyone assumes it's Josh."

"Ah, yes, I get that."  Josh tore his attention away from his other self, and looked at the cars.  Despite what he had thought he had heard, neither vehicle appeared damaged in any way. 

"Seems we lucked out," Jox said, coming to the same conclusion.  "Although I'm not sure how we're going to get past each other.  Do you know where we are anyway?  I'm lost, and my sat-nav seems to have no clue either."

"No, but the road is going in roughly the right way for me."

"I think there was a bit of a wider area not long back," Jox said.  "I'll reverse and hopefully you can squeeze by then."

"Appreciated." 

"No worries."  Jox nodded and climbed back into his car.

Shrugging, Josh did the same, and started his engine.  Moments later the other car started to back away.  After giving him some space, Josh followed slowly. 

After a minute of so of skilful reversing, Jox did, indeed, back into a small area by the side of the road, allowing Josh to drive past.  He waved at the other, who nodded in return, and carried on along the mysterious road.

"Should have asked him where he came from," he muttered, after several more minutes of navigating the twisting lane.  At least it had levelled off a little.  As if to make up for that though, the fog became more dense.  He turned his lights on, but all that seemed to do was create a kind of dazzling reflection.

Finally, after crawling along for a further five minutes, Josh was forced to stop.  He couldn't even see the end of his car, let alone the road ahead. 

"Well, this is fucked up," he muttered, reaching for his phone.  There was no doubt he was going to be late now, he needed to inform the company he had been heading towards.

Even in this task, he was thwarted though.

"No signal.  Seriously?  Where doesn't have a signal these days?"  Josh stared at his phone in disbelief, holding it up, as people tend to do in this situation.  "Maybe outside."
He climbed out into the fog, and shivered.  It was colder than it had any right to be outside.  Ducking back into his vehicle, he grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, before taking a few strides up hill, phone held high, searching for any kind of reception.

His search was interrupted by what sounded like a young girl's voice, coming out of the fog ahead of him.  Josh lowered his phone and stared into the mist.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

"Is anybody there?" he took a single step forward, then stopped, suddenly feeling like he'd stumbled into a horror film.

"Hello?"  the voice, definitely a young girl's voice, was clearer this time.

"Are you okay?"  Josh didn't move.

"I'm lost."

Taking a deep breath, Josh shook his head.  This didn't feel right somehow, but he could hardly leave a young girl in trouble.

Putting his phone in his pocket, he took another few steps forward.  "Are you there?"

There was no answer this time.  Even so, he walked on some more, past his car and into a world of white. 

His vehicle disappeared within a couple of steps, and he found himself looking at the road surface, which was the only thing visible any more.

"Hello?" he repeated. 

There was a noise ahead, slightly to the right maybe.  Suddenly wishing he'd brought a tyre iron with him, Josh adjusted his course.  The road surface suddenly changed to rough grass, and he waved his hands in front of him, zombie-like.  The sides of the road had been lined with spiky looking hedges, and no doubt there was a ditch too.  There was a always a ditch.

And yet there wasn't.  He kept walking on the spongy grass, in a world of white. 

"Fuck this," he said, suddenly stopping.  Turning about, he tried to retrace his steps, only, to his horror, he couldn't find the road again.  The grass just kept on going. 
"This is impossible!" he told himself, panicking and veering from left to right in an attempt to find his car, or even the sides of the road.

He found neither, and then he really did panic, breaking out into a blind run, into an area that wasn't possible.  Until he tripped over something, and fell.

The fall didn't hurt, landing, as he had, on the soft grass, but the bewilderment and shock meant he just lay there for a while, trying to understand what was going on.

Finally, he sat up and looked back, at what he had tripped over.


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Suggestions for what he's tripped over please! 
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I shouldn't be starting another story, but I feel the urge.  So...

Hello Opus Pathians.

It seems forums, or at least writing forums, or at least this writing forum, are not in vogue ATM, sadly.  I must admit, my writing focus has shifted a bit myself.

So, with money a bit tight, I'll probably not renew the OpusPath.com domain name, although I'm planning to still keep the forum itself open, as it's now sitting under my NeilHartleyBooks.com domain, so doesn't cost me any extra.

Hence the URL will be:  NeilHartleyBooks.com/op  in the future.  I'll put a link on my main website as well.

More info as and when.

It was quickly replaced by the form of Bob, which, she now saw, moved by means of a single large wheel under his torso.

"How will you pay for the damages?" it asked.

Dorothy snarled, the weariness she had been feeling before was growing, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep standing.  "How about, you can have the bodies of my chums here, for parts."  She gestured at the three inactive robots lying on the floor, still smoking from the damage she'd inflicted.

"Maybe they aren't yours to give?" Bob replied.  "They are in my inn."

"How about I fight them for you?"  She held a hand up, although this was a total bluff.  Apparently such powerful use of the boot magic was really draining, something she would have to be aware of.

Bob did what sounded suspiciously like a sigh, but then a green light flashed.  "As you say.  But you must leave."

"I'm waiting for my guide," she countered, sitting down again, and trying not to look like she was going to collapse.

"When your guide comes, you must leave." 

"Fine."

The deal done, Bob turned away and, wrapping tentacles around the destroyed robots, dragged them off to a door in the rear wall.
"Oh fuck me."  Dorothy slumped forward on the table.  Toto whined, and put his head on her lap.

"Are you okay mistress?" Crow asked.

"I need to rest, maybe eat something."  She looked up.  "Do you think Blake had a room here?  It is an inn after all.  Let's go and look."  She forced herself upright and, grabbing hold of Crow for support, she staggered over to a door set to the rear of the left wall.  A notice over the mantle read: "Residents Only", which she ignored. 
Through the door was a set of stairs, which she balked at.  Her legs were really wobbling now, and her vision was swimming.

"Help me get up these stairs please Crow," she asked.  She didn't want the scarecrow to know how weak she was, but there was no way she'd make it otherwise.

The request didn't seem to raise any suspicions though.  "Of course mistress," the creature said, and practically carried her up to the next floor.  Toto following behind.

There were four doors in a long corridor.  The first one was a crude bathroom.  The next two she tried were unlocked, and led to cramped, empty rooms, both furnished with a small table, a chair and a bed.
The final one was locked.  She looked at it, and then at Crow.  "Open."

The scarecrow pushed at the handle and, with a splintering sound, the door opened.

"Thanks." 

Dorothy and Toto wandered into what could only be Blake's room.  Charts and notes filled the walls, but right now she was too exhausted to even care.  "Stand outside and guard the door please," she asked the scarecrow.  "Don't let anyone in, but you can knock if the robot guide arrives."
 
"Yes mistress."  Obediently it closed the door.

Dorothy slumped onto the bed and frantically rummaged in her backpack, pulling out some of the rabbit she'd saved from the camp.  She stuffed it into her mouth, giving Toto a piece too.  After a few minutes of energetic munching, the meat was gone.  She sighed and lay back on the bunk. 

"Just a few minutes to..."  She was asleep before the end of the sentence.

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Sorry, just a short one there.  More soon.
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Dorothy made a face.

"It's, basically, the local crime boss here.  It's..."  he stopped, as the large robot clumped over to them.

"So, Blake, who are your new friends?" it grated.

"We're just passing through, seeing our chum," Dorothy replied, standing up, turning and facing the bot, which was about three times her height.  She loosened her jacket and touched her heels together.  A warm feeling began to flow up her legs.  "And who might you be?"

"They call me Bank," the large machine replied.  "If you are travellers, then you need to pay a toll."  It loomed over her, menacingly.

Toto growled, but Dorothy held his collar
. 
"Stand back robo..." Crow slid in front of Dorothy, but was cut off by Bank, who brought a metallic limb around and backhanded him as if the tall scarecrow was nothing more than a fly.  Crow was catapulted across the room, smacking into the far wall, which he slid down, ending up a crumpled pile of sticks on the floor.

"Hey!  That's my friend!" Dorothy snarled.

"Listen, Bank we can surely work something out."  Blake stepped in.  "She's only just arrived in town..."

"Makes no difference," Bank grinded.  "Payment, now."  It held the same massive, metal, hand out that had just swatted Crow.

"You're making me angry," Dorothy snarled.  "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

"Don't give a fuck," Bank said.  He made a gesture to his minions, who so far had remained silent.  "Break her arms."

"Bank!  I..."  Blake took a step forward, but Bank simply swatted him as he'd done Crow.  Blake, being human, left a trail of blood as he was thrown across the room.

Dorothy saw red. 

"Now you've pissed me off." 
 
She didn't even bother with her guns, but threw both her arms out in front of her.  The heat from her boots travelled through her body and exploded in a white hot beam of fire, which hit Bank in the chest area, burning a hole clean through the robot and throwing it backwards. 

"Fuck you!" screamed Dorothy, bringing her aim around to Bank's two minions, cutting them in half with her energy.  The bots melted under her assault.

She stopped, panting hard, feeling suddenly weak, to the realisation that the inn was now on fire, and there were three half melted droids on the ground.  Crow was slowly standing up, but poor old Blake was a shattered mess on the floor.  Even so, she ran over, on rather wobbly legs, and knelt down beside him, putting two fingers on his neck, searching for a pulse.

"Mistress?"  Crow loomed over her.

"He's gone."

"I am sorry I failed you mistress.  Please don't kill me."

Breathing hard, Dorothy pulled herself upright and dusted herself off, fending off Toto, who was trying to lick her face.  "It's not your fault Crow.  You tried your best.  Sometimes a Bitch just has to do the work herself.  Woo.  I need a sit down."

She staggered over to a nearby chair, slumped into it, and looked around.  Bob had rushed over to the fire and was busy hosing it down with some kind of foam that emerged from the end of one of his tentacles.  The flames were rapidly succumbing under his assault.

"Are you all right?" she asked Crow, who was looking rather dishevelled.

"I am mistress, I will recover fully once I can gather some more sticks."  He shook an arm, dislodging several broken twigs.

"Very well."  Dorothy looked back down at the remains of the unfortunate Blake, and pursed her lips.  The bodies were piling up around her, it seemed.  An idea struck, and she pulled herself off her chair and knelt back down, to frisk his corpse, pulling out a rather wrinkled envelope and a small cloth purse, which jangled when she shook it. 

"Hey," a new voice shouted.

Quickly pocketing Blake's belongings, she managed to stand back up and turned to face the newcomer.

It was the robot with the star on again, the one that had questioned her before.

"What are you doing?" it demanded.  "Did you do this?" in gestured at the three melted robots and the charred wall, now dripping with Bob's flame retardant.

"It was self-defence, they murdered poor Blake over there, and assaulted my companion here."  She gestured at Crow.  "Then they tried to attack me.  I had no choice."

"You will have to come in for questioning," it responded.  "There may be charges, or fines."

"Oh, I don't think so.  You said: 'The Mechar authorities will not get involved if there is any damage sustained during your visit,' didn't you?" She made air quotes. 

"We meant to you."

"Even so, you didn't say that.  I assumed robots could be taken at their word.  Don't tell me that's not true."

The machine stood silently and hummed to itself for a few seconds. 
"You are correct.  We cannot contradict our statement from earlier.  However, we can declare you a danger to robot-kind and require you to leave the Mechar city limits at once."

"Oh come on!  I've only just arrived."

"Even so.  You are required to be out of the city by nightfall."

"Fine."  Dorothy crossed her arms and pouted.  "I will try my best, but as I don't know my way around, I can't absolutely guarantee I will be, especially as I don't know where the city limits are.  Is that okay?"

More humming.  "Yes," it said, finally. "We will supply a guide to assist you.  Wait here until it arrives."

"As long as it doesn't take too long, if I need to be on my way."

"It won't."  With that, the robot turned and trundled out of the inn.