Fading – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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As I approached the rock, the scene around me began to fade.

“No, wait,” I heard Whindel say, but when I turned to him, he his mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear anything.  I shrugged and continued to the stone.

Through the hole in the monolith I could see the sun rising over the ocean.  Even though we had recently left the ocean, it was such a contrast from the desert we had been walking in.

No sooner did I think desert than I saw the desert through the hole.  The image of the sea had vanished.  Strange, though, I could see the wizard through the hole.  He should have been behind me.  He was waving frantically, but he faded away.

I turned and gasped.

I was not in the desert, I was at the seaside.  I looked around, but the large rock with the eyehole was nowhere to be seen.  Nor was the wizard.

“Water is the friend of the Fair Folk,” I said to myself.

I sat down and watched the sun as it set the water ablaze.

“Hold on,” I thought.  “The sun should be rising, not setting.”

Standing back up and turning around, everything was strange.  I had never been to this place.  I could only assume that if the seeing rock could transport me to the Ocean, it could transport me to any Ocean and I was now on the far side of the world.

I was thinking about all of the places around the Pacific Ocean where I might be, when I saw the Moons rise.

Moons?

Was I no longer on Earth, then?

As the sun set, a breeze came off the water and whispered in my ear.  “You are still on what you call the Planet Earth, only you are not.  There are infinite infinities in even the smallest space created from the points between the zero dimensional points.  Each point, in each of these infinities, is a possibility. Each of these possibilities has an infinite amount of possibilities.  And then…”

“Wait a second,” I said.  “I feel like my brain is about to explode.  I failed set theory, remember?”

“You have only moved the width of an electron, but are now in a different place.  That is so over simplified, but will do for now.”

“And you elements are unchanged?”

“Although we are made of normal matter, we are not matter, we are abstractions, so yes.”

“My brain still feels like it’s going to explode as I wrap my mind around all of this.  I can’t even think of how to ask questions.”

“I can’t explain it, but you have already visited other, hmm, I guess you would call them dimensions.  Or other worlds.  Or Universes.  The Fair Folk kingdom.  Most of what you saw was just a shadow of their Universe as it was projected onto yours, but you did sail on their boat in their Universe.”

“OK.  That explains nothing.”

“There are an infinite infinities of possibilities…”

“You said that.”

“But there are three that act together.  There is what you call Earth, the domain of the Humans.  Very close, so close that they cast shadows on each other, is the domain of the Fair Folk.  Farther away, but still reachable..”

“Hold on.  I thought you said they were an electron’s breath away.  Now you are talking great distances.”

“Exactly.  If you split an electron in half, and that half in half, over and over again, a trillion times a second, in a trillion years you get the distance between the Fair Folk and you.”

“Right.”

“As I was saying, the third place that makes up this whole in multidimensional topology…”

“What?  My poor head!”

“This third space is called ‘Blavour’.”

“Blavour!  Like the land of Glumoric?”

“Exactly.”

“So how did I get here?  And how can I leave?  Now!”

“You went to where you needed to go.  The stone is here, you know.  And then, to use the stone, you must be here.  So you came here, right were you needed to go.”

“But…”

“No more talk.  You must find the Stone of Forgetfulness and complete your quest.  I can help no more.  This has been too much already.”

“But…”

I knew my words were useless as the breeze faded along with the light.  I was left alone in the dark, still night.

Alone again, naturally?  Wasn’t that an awful pop song in the 1970s?  And all of that math?  Does it really mean anything?  And now in the dread land of Blavour, is there any hope?  All of these questions and more, will soon be answered!  Stay tune for our next exciting episode – same blog channel, same blog time!!

(Towards the Light – <–PreviousTable of Contents –  Next–>)

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This was written for Sue Vincent‘s weekly #writephoto challenge.

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12 thoughts on “Fading – #writephoto

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Hope is never lost, particularly when you can steal from the masters that came before you ;) Just as Frodo had a spark of hope by seeing a star at the edge of Mordor, my character talks to the wind. Or is that a King Crimson song?

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks Sue! I was reading about Infinities on Marilyn Armstrong’s blog, and went off to explore it a little more, and somehow it made its way into the story. Changed quite a bit, though ;)

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