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Dual Dimensions; Interdimensional Realms...
Topic Started: Jun 29 2009, 06:07 AM (48 Views)
Courtney Jun 29 2009, 06:07 AM Post #1
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 The Dual Dimensions

Prologue

It was an incredibly dark night in a town that resided in a planet not far from the Milky Way. A planet, which had humans...in a way. These humans lived on a planet that was inter-dimensional, and children were told stories at night of the aligning of the stars, and how there were Dual Dimensions. Many, when growing up, did not believe of this almost ludicrous tale, and only few would live to see the stars align in the right position. When this occured, a circle of light shone on a specific place. This place was the Inter-Dimensional Shrine. It led to the Second dimension....The dual dimension.




Chapter 1: Starry Night

The same night, the dark, starry, shining night, was eerily, yet calmy lit by the moon. That night the moon was almost full. Strange things were to happen when the stars aligned two days after this calm night. There was a small house in a place called Solanaco City. A family lived in that house, and that family was called The Chickadees. It was a family of four, and rumor went around that their ancestors were the ancient people from a tribe that honored the stars, and when they aligned every Hundred Centuries, they performed a sacred ritual. This ritual means that four people would be chosen from their tribe to switch between dimensions. Along with the stars, the tribe also honored Three Shards called the Gilded Shards. When collected, they grant the user the ability to manipulate time. Down in the house, in the biggest bedroom, slept a kid named Ian Chickadee. He was sleeping soundly, the comics he liked to read so often open and hanging off the bed. His room was the biggest, in the way that he had the most belongings. One thing about Ian, he was a freak for collecting things. Any kind of collection you could think of; Colored rocks, comic books, even seashells. If there was a large enough quantity in the world, then he would make a collection. He had a sister named Gloria who was older than Ian, being only fourteen years old. Ian was just Twelve. He awoke with a start when he slipped and fell out of his bed, the pillows falling down with him. He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and looked around at his tidy room. Everything was in order, and the collections were still in their own corner of the room. "Ugh...It's not time to wake up already, is it?" He asked himself. He got dressed, and walked out of the bedroom into the hallway. The moonlight was shining on half of the hall. "Gee, is anyone awake yet? It looks like it's night, and I don't feel sleepy." He asked himself. The only sound in the house was Ian's footsteps. He went into a small sitting room upstairs, which had small tables with flowerpots and roses on them, and a nice peach-colored couch. There were many windows in the room. One of them was a door that led to a balcony. Ian walked across the room, gently opened the door, and walked out onto the balcony. It was the most beautiful night he had ever seen. Struck with awe, he stared out into the night sky.

There were many stars and constellations, and most of the planets were visible, but just barely. Closer to them was the moon, which shone in the sky like a spotlight. The stars zigzagged like diamonds on a pitch-black sheet of paper. The constellations were as pictures that told a story of past times, of people who lived in the glory days, and made them what they are today. It was truly a night that stood out from every other. From the distance, Ian could very well see a dim circle of light. Was it his imagination? He had heard stories of the stars aligning and an ancient tribe which honored the stars themselves. He was probably just imagining it. But still...it seemed so real to him. It was as if it ment something, and that he was a part of something bad that was soon to happen. He also could sense sadness, but also hope. Whatever it was didn't seem so bad when he thought about it really hard, and there were advantages to it. Yet this was crazy, as he had never been part of anything important. He was just an average kid, or so he always thought. Hearing rumors from the kids in school about him made him slightly uncomfortable, and something deep inside told him that that was exactly what this strange feeling was about. Then, as he was just falling into space, feeling like he was free and nothing was wrong with the world, like he was in a thick pool of water, the sky started to get light. Ian squinted as the sun was slowly rising. The planets were slowly fading as the light repelled them. Ian started to lean on the balcony, his arms crossed on the railing, He was drowsy, his eyes relaxed. All was well with the world. It was a wonderful feeling beyond anything he had felt before. Suddenly, as if his happiness was a balloon being deflated, his sister walked onto the balcony. "I heard you." She said. There was silence. "I know." Ian responded. Gloria smiled. "I know what you're thinking. The rumors you hear at school. At High School it's the same. It's gossip like you wouldn't believe. If I'm not mistaken, then two days from now what they're talking about will come true. Is that what you're thinking about?" She asked. Ian turned around and stared at the rising sun. "I - Well, I guess." He said. Gloria just smiled at him. "Come on, we'll be late for breaky." She said. They both walked off the sun-blanketed balcony and down the stairs. "Morning, Mom." Ian said. His parents were sitting down at the table. Dad was looking at the newspaper, and Mom was having Toast and Jam. "Hey, Ian. Today's the big day, remember?" She asked. It took a second for Ian to figure out what she ment, but then he realized. "Oh, you mean the Field Trip!" He said. "To Relintinia, right?" His Mom asked enthusiastically. "The desert?" Ian nodded. "Yep, we're going to the center. Actually, the field trip lasts all week." Mom looked excited. "Sounds really cool! Make sure to take a jacket, because the desert's really cold at night." She said. "Don't worry, Mom. I have everything planned and under control." Ian took a piece of Toast, grabbed his bookbag, and walked out the door to the bus stop.




Chapter 2: Relintinia

After a small while of waiting, the bus came and stopped abruptly in front of Ian. He opened the door and walked in. The bus driver winked at him and he sighed. He sat down and threw his bookbag under his seat. He stared out the window, thinking hard about the previous events to keep his mind off of the rumors going around. If the stars align, then surely it would happen soon...After what seemed like an eternity, the bus halted to a stop in front of the school. He pushed his way to the front of the line and jumped out of the bus. He looked left and then to the right to see if anyone was looking at him. Everyone seemed to be huddled up in little circles, keeping to themselves, or talking closely to their dearest friends. Ian started to feel angry. He walked into the school and stomped up the steps. Did he have anybody to talk to in this matter? Perhaps he had one friend? He did. A kid named Miles. Actually, Miles sat next to him in class. He'd ask him, and finally find out these rumors. He felt considerably lighter as he put his things in his locker and took his seat in the classroom. He looked next to him. Miles was nowhere in site. Ian looked dissapointed and sad. "Now, if you would all line up, we will walk down to the buses for our school trip. Remember, no food or water on the bus." The teacher called out. "There is no need to worry about lizards, as Relintinia is free of any kind of amphibian." The entire class lined up, and the teacher gave them the signal to leave the classroom. It took a long time to get outside of the school, as many studentswere excited to going to the desert. Ian, however, was unenthusiastic about the whole thing. Miles wasn't there, and he'd definetely like to push one of his classmates into a sandstorm. He did not want to go to some sand-infested extremely hot place. What he wanted was some answers. He walked onto the bus, and stopped dead in his tracks. His vision went blurry and the last thing he saw was a familiar face in front of him trying to pick him up. Then he fainted. Suddenly, he felt like he was falling in space. The air was so thick it was like a Milkshake. It seemed like he was in space. He opened his eyes, and it turned out it was. He started to panic. Where in the world - or out of the world - was he? Then, all the breath got knocked out of him and he fell backwards. He heard a very strange popping noise and looked directly in front of him. There was a small golden diamond right where he got hit. "Ooh, this looks like a valuable piece of money. Dibs!" Ian yelled as he ecstatically went to grab for the Shard. He was blasted backward again. Then he heard a voice. "Greediness will get you nowhere." The eery voice said. Ian looked around. "Where are you?" He asked. There was no reply. "Okay, dude. NOT funny. Now don't hit me - or do whatever you just did to me again!" He said. Ian ran up to the shard again. He went to take it. He felt only air. He looked up and saw the shard was five feet back from where it was before. "Urgh, what is wrong with you?" He yelled. He tried to grab it again, but stopped in the middle so as to trick it, and then grabbed it with his other hand.

Before he could do so, however, He heard a louder popping noise and he was blasted backwards harder than ever. Ian looked livid. "All right, no more jokes? What is this place, and why am I here?" He asked. There was no reply for a couple of seconds, but he finally heard a second voice. While the other was a man's, this one of a woman. "Only determination and bravery can get you what you want." Ian looked very confused. He spun around and saw a second diamond. He tried to take it, but was nudged in the shoulder. He turned around very quickly, but there was nothing. He backed away, now looking scared. "Okay, okay, what do you want?" He asked. There was no answer. "Come on, please, stop playing with me. I just want answers." Ian said. He heard one more popping noise, and it was a third diamond. He heard a third voice. "Feel the answers to the past in your heart, and only then will you learn the secrets of the future. Ian fell to the ground. "Okay, okay, I'll do it. Just stop it, alright?" He said. He started to cry. "There, there, no tears." Said all three of the voices together. "We believe in you." They said. One shard went into him and he expected to feel pain, but it felt like a cool water. The second one went into his body, and the third one followed. "You know the answers now. WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" The voice yelled. Then he felt a bucket of water hit his face. Hpwever, it was just the bucket, not the water. "WAKE UP!" Said another voice. He opened his eyes. "Huh? What? Where am I?" Ian asked. "Oh, you're always asking questions. Get up - that's it, now here, have a drink of water." The voice said again.

He took the cup of water and emptied it in one gulp. His vision was clearer. He could see that he was next to a fire, and apparently in the desert. Someone wrapped him in a blanket. He looked up and his expression lightened. It was Miles. "You were shaking back there on the bus. I was worried. You were whispering something...like a pleas for help." He said. Ian looked sick. "Oh, I don't want to talk about it." He said. Ian had not eaten anything, and had forgotten to have his toast this morning. The teacher started to walk toward him, and she said something about him looking real sick, but he didn't care. He fell asleep. Ian didn't have the same dream, if it was a dream at all. As soon as he woke up, it felt like he was fast asleep a couple seconds ago. But it was hours later and pitch-black outside. He looked around. EVeryone else was fast asleep and the fire was out. He checked his watch, and saw that it was exactly the opposite of the time when he was awake - but that made no sense. If the watch told no myths, then this was at least two days after he fainted on the bus. It seemed like just a couple minutes ago he was in that space area. He got up, feling wide awake, and tiptoed quietly away so as to not disturb the others. He heard someone mumble in their sleep, and looking worried, he stopped in his tracks and looked behind him. They were still asleep. He even more quietly walked away, and it seemed that his legs were taking him somewhere. He could have stopped. But when he wanted to walk his legs seemed to do the talking.

He felt like he was going crazy, but as he walked on, he saw the planets in the sky more clearly. A voice inside told him to go back to his class, but a voice even more deeper inside told him that this was right. He closed his eyes and felt the cold breeze hit him. Then he opened them slowly and saw a large circle in the ground. There were three pillars on the ground. There were strange markings on each of them, and a diamond shape was carved out. He understood now. His ancestors were an ancient tribe who honored the stars. He must collect these shards. This was the bad part....But what was the good part? He still did not understand the full thing. How could there ever be something good coming out of this? But, he walked into the circle where the weirdest thing was. It was a pedestal. He looked at itand it said: "Only those who choose to listen to their inner mind are able to see what they must do." This didn't help, and Ian just decided to step onto the pedestal. He heard a whishing noise around him and he fell to the ground. He felt really sick now. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He was on his knees, and, as if something was pushing his two hands together, he prayed. The three shards came out of him, and fit into the three pillars. A long string of light connected the pillars together so it had the shape of a star at the top of them. There was a circle inside the star, and the moon shone so bright it was like it was daytime. "What is this?" H asked himself. He looked up and saw the stars align, and then a bright light that pushed him back to the ground. A large light sone intensely on the pedestal, and it was like an earthquake was happening. Everything abruptly stopped, and he closed his eyes, gasping for breath. The light shone in circles around him, and the shards started to spread in different directions. Then Ian noticed; he wasn't in Relintinia anymore.




Chapter 3: The Lightning Blade

"Get up, young one." Said a voice next to Ian's ear. "Who you calling young?" He retorted, and he got up and brushed himself off. In front of him was an old man with a nice robe of blood-red. "What is this, the medieval ages? Put something decent on, will you?" Ian said. The old man chuckled. "Ah, the kids these days..." Ian rolled his eyes. "Don't even get me started." The old man chortled. "You have some sense of humor, boy, I can give you that." Ian glared at him. "Yeah, well I'm not here for fun and games. Actually, I don't even know why I'm here at all. Where are we, anyway?" Ian peered around the room. It was a room the size of a large auditorium, yellow drapes flowing to the floor like waterfalls of gold. The walls were painted a faint purple, and the ceilings had carvings of ancient people with bows and arrows and swords. At the end of this large room was a stage that had a small table with what looked like a long, thin jewlery box resting on top of it. Behind the table was a large picture that glowed throughout the room as if it were made of neon. It was a picture of a kid, who was on one knee holding a sword that was in the ground. Behind him were an army of what looked like stick figures with crazy line hair that, if the picture was animated, would have them jumping up and down in excitement. Above the child were three shards and and three stars. The stars were straight and vertical, while the Three Shards made a triangle around them. Before Ian could ask, the old man spoke up. "That picture was made to honor the only remaining person of the legendary four who were chosen by the stars to switch between dimensions. While fighting his way with four others through the clutches of evil, he turned out to be the last survivor. The figures behind him show the army of the enemy that cheered when the mere child had conquered their king. However, I fear that, if someone does not collect the three shards, the remaining people from his army will take them and use them to revive their master. You must, with your head held high, banish eviil from both realms and find three other people along the way. These people will help you along the way. You also may find yourself in situations when you are alone. But you will never be alone. You will have the Lightning Blade." Said the Old man slowly.

Ian looked down, bursting with questions. "So then that box over there has this 'Lighting Blade' concealed inside it?" He asked. "Precisely." Said the old man as they walked over to the table. The man carefully lift open the cover and gently took the sword inside. It was a dull, gray, bumpy sword. "Oh, that looks so powerful! I will be the ultimate hero and banish all evil with a butter knife!" Mocked Ian. The old man didn't smile. "I was the chosen one. My name is Esquire Chickadee." He said. They both just stared at each other, then Ian burst into uncontrollable laughter. It took a while for him to calm down. He was almost crying as he rolled across the floor in a fit. When he finally calmed down enough to stand up, he began to speak. "Okay, okay, that was funny. You? A Chickadee? You're joking! The last time the stars aligned was about a hundred centuries ago. Okay, so let me get this straight." Said Ian, still chuckling a little bit. "I was just a normal kid, until I went to this desert, and then I have this crazy dream, which turns out to be real, and then I get teleported here, only to meet you, who says I'm a destined hero who has to wield a cruddy old sword to banish all evil? You're a nut!" Esquire frowned. "You know not of what you are doing, Mr. Chickadee." He said. Ian stomped his foot on the ground, jumped off the stage, and marched his way down to the place where he came from. But before he was halfway there, something blasted him back so hard he fell all the way onto the stage. "I've had enough of that." Ian growled.

Esquire was now smiling. "This sword may look ugly now, but the more you learn to be a true combatant with a blade in hand, the more it will gain it's true power. Each time you get a shard, the sword will gain enormous amounts of power, and you will have increased fighting skills. Hopefully, you can get through the two dimensions with hardly any fighting, but there may be times where you just have to have a whack at someone." Said Esquire, scratching his chin. In spite of himself, Ian swiftly took the sword out of his hands, and it started to glow. The rigged edges smoothed out and the tip of the blade sharpened. "Ah, now that's better." Ian said. "But I'm not liking gray." The old man now laughed out loud. "As I said, the sword will adapt to your needs and wishes. It may change to your desired color as you learn to use it better. For now, you must go to the past. I still have a little power from the shards left to at least bring you to the past. You must learn to use a sword there. You have as much time as you want to learn there. Then, when you feel you are ready, you can start your adventure. In the past, present, and future there is a shard. Find the shard from the Past and return to the present." Said Esquire very quickly. Ian smiled. "This sounds like that video game I played in that one arcade that one time." Esquire crouched down so he could speak to him clearly. "Reality can be like a game sometimes. But you must remember; the game was made with ideas of the world." Ian looked confused for a second. "Uh, I have no idea what you just said. All I know is that I have to go on a journey." Esquire looked at the sword in Ian's hands. Then he looked at Ian. "All right, young one, it's time to go to the past." Said Esquire. "Don't call me youn-" Before Ian could finish his sentence, he was fading into the past.




Chapter 4: Two "Heroes"

Ian fell on his feet this time, and stood up straight looking around. The world back then was foggy and apparently he was in Relintinia's past. The cacti here were about as high as garages. The spines on them were a lot shorter than usual, but looked sharper. Ian felt suddenly very thirsty. He held his blade tight in his hands, and then jumped and brought the sword down onto a cactus, cutting it in half. He used the sword to carve a little bowl shape out of the cactus's shell. He then proceeded to slash the little spines off the bowl, making it as smooth as silk, now slightly resembling a watermelon. Ian poured the Cactus Juice into the small bowl and drank it all in one sip. It was heaven. He decided to cut another bowl out and find something sticky so he can tie the two together so he could open it anytime he wanted to have a drink, and yet still make it so that animals lurking around could not easily open it. Smirking at his own cleverness, he pocketed the bowl and started off into the desert. It looked like a never-ending sandstorm was occuring. All he saw was dust and sand flying everywhere in all directions, and the cool wind blowing against his face made it possible to make it through the intense heat. For now, he would have to find shelter somewhere. Before he could think of what ideal shelters a desert could offer, he saw someone in the distance. Upon closer inspection, it was a couple of people. More than a couple. A lot. Ian could also see many tents. He was guessing that this is where they must sleep and live. When he finally got close enough, he realized it was larger than he thought. It was more than just a village or town. It was a city. It was beautiful. There were buildings made of brick and sand. There were small shops and flea markets. People roamed the streets holding pots over their heads. Everything was just..well, the only thing Ian could think of was 'sandy'. He walked into the city looking around. Here and there he checked out a few stores. He didn't know what they used for currency, so he didn't buy anything. However, he found many things that were interesting. Sand that was said to be deep inside a secret room in one of the anicnet pyramids, grains and spices, everything from Apples to Zebra skins was sold. He supposed the skins were used to make rugs. Just thinking of the thought made him wince, and he decided to take a look at a magic shop after his curiosity got the better of him. A sign on the front of the store said "We have imagination! We have presentations! We have prestidigitation!" He was now interested. Walking into the store he saw a man sitting at a desk. A sort of purple thick fog was in the air, and there were lots of knick-knacks hung on the walls or on the many shelves.

Something caught Ian's eyes as he walked up to the counter. It was a gray ball. That's it. A plain, smooth, gray ball. He saw nothing else like it. "Uh, hello sir. May I please see that Gray Ball for a second?" He asked, working up his courage and trying to supress a laugh. It was hard to. Had he seen anything so pointless in his life? The man at the counter reached for a key in his pocket and opened the lock. He handled around for the Gray Ball thing until he finally found it and brought it onto the counter. "Are you going to buy it?" The old man asked in a shrill voice that sounded like a vulture's call. How odd. Ian examined the ball carefully. "Well, how much does it cost?" He asked. "Why, only Seven Rubies." The old man replied. "Uh...what in the world is a Ruby? Anyway, where would I find one?" He asked. The old man stared at the sword in his hands. His eyes widened as he saw something on the blade. Ian was looking at the man as though he was crazy. "That - that blade...is it not the legendary 'Lightning Blade'?" Said the young man in awe. Ian was getting impatient. He turned to the door. "Yeah, I'm the chosen one. Now I guess I'll lea-" "Wait! Surely you would like this gray ball?" Ian turned back to the man. "I would like it, but I need to go find some rubies." The old man looked excited. "No need. Here, have the ball." The man said. Ian smiled, took the ball, and made his way out the door. He didn't look up from the ball as he was walking down the street. "That guy was off his marble, and this ball looks useless, but I guess I could keep it for later." Ian grinned. He started to think of the things he might need for his journey. Some real water, of course, and a sheath for the blade, yes...some kind of food! He just realized how hungry he was. Would these people in the old ages have any food that he might even know? Was it some kind of legendary bread or something. He snickered. After checking out the stores (which had many nice things, such as pinwheels and snow globes), he bought a sheath and some food, which included bread, peaches, and some weird vegetable sort of thing that turned out to be an edible plant called "Okra". After an hour or so, he left the village with water and some war paint for camoflauge and to show his honor. After he was out of the village, he walked on. He rid of the cactus bowl, mostly because it wasn't his favorite drink, and he already got water. Ian walked on for miles and miles, the sun's heat burning down on him. He felt like just falling down and sleeping, but he had to move on. He was not sure where he had to go, but- suddenly, a couple of people on camels were visible in the distance. They were walking nearer. The people were wearing mostly red and black, and one or two had hats that looked like they had been eaten by a large animal and spat out twice.

They rode nearer. Before he knew it, the camels and their riders were right in front of Ian. He looked up in shock. No one said anything, until one of the people came off of the camel, took Ian by the arm, and thre him up onto the animal. "Huh?" Ian asked. There was a ringing silence. Then, the camels turned and marched the direction they came from. Ian could see the man who gave up his own camel for him to ride walking next to everybody. He couldn't see how anybody could wear so much in the desert and not look tired. Ian himself had a short-sleeve shirt, jeans, all the normal clothes. Even that made him too hot and vulnerable to the sun's rays. He really could not imagine having to wear so much in this kind of heat. His eyes started to droop and his head fell onto the camel's hump. His eyes finally closed and he was out. He felt the camels halt to a stop and he slipped off and hit his head. Ian finally got up. It was night. He only dozed off for a little while. He seemed to be around a campfire with several other people. A geeky kid stood on the opposite side of the crackling fire. He had large glasses that slid off his pimply face every five seconds. The kid was staring at Ian as though he was some kind of warrior. Well, he was, but what was the big deal? Fight some evil, switch between dimensions, yeah, big deal. "Aren't you - aren't you Ian Chickadee?" The geeky guy asked. What a loser! But I had to say something. Before I could think about what I had said, the words had already got out of my mouth. "Yeah. What's your name?" I asked. "Miles. Miles Chickadee." He said before I could even finish asking my question. At this point nothing surprised me. How could that nerdy dude ever be manifested from someone even greatly distant from my relatives? But I wanted to do something. First, I wanted to stop talking to myself. Second, I wanted to switch to the author's point of view. Ian was thinking hard. Miles did seem like a nerdy kid to him, but when he looked next to him, he saw a sword considerably smaller than his. If he thought his own blade looked like a butter knife, this was a marshmallow. After a couple of minutes just waiting there, what looked like the tribe master and the tribe itself came and filed into a circle around the fire. Ian stuck out his hands over the fire and let the warm sensation sweep over him as if it was day again. He rubbed his hands together, and some tribe member with a large bushy mustache walked to him with a blanket which he willingly accepted. It was a cold night, but it was fun to talk over the fire. Ian just kept speaking in gibberish, as that seemed their native language. He gawked different random things, and everyone cheered for him. Whatever he said, it was making them happy. He couldn't understand how much his life had just changed. But it didn't seem so bad. It didn't seem so bad...there was hope!

The leader of the tribe stood up and spoke up. "Mr. Miles Chickadee and Mr. Ian Chickadee, (Ian rolled his eyes) you are two of the four heroes that you must find. Now that you have met, you must both practice tomorrow. Your training will begin and there will be many things to cut and slash with your blades. After many days of training, you will have a final duel and set off for your adventure." The Tribe Leader cleared his throat. "Now, all we need are rations. Does anybody here have any?" No one spoke. It was an akward silence. Ian emptied his pockets of the Bread, Peaches, and Wierd Okra, and they all sat down to eat. Ian cooked the weird vegetable thing, and it was the best night of his life. He couldn't stop smiling. But, one thing still concerned him. There were still two more people he had to find. He wondered where Mom, Dad, and his sister were. He wondered if his class would be worried he had left. He sighed, pulled up his blanket, and lie down, looking at the perfectly aligned srars.




Chapter 5: Journey To the Ultimate

Ian awoke with a startle. He wanted to go back to sleep, but someone kept slapping his face. He opened his eyes. It was Miles. "Gosh, get off of me!" Ian screeched, pushing him off. Miles fell on the ground and scowled. Ian jumped up onto his feet in time to see Miles turn and walk away. Feeling no remorse, he decided to walk away from the tribe. He took his sword and walked away, careful to be quiet in case they wouldn't approve of his actions. When he got out of eyesight he gave a devious look back to where the tribe was and walked on. His walk turned into a run. He sprinted across the hot desert floor and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He didn't stop, nor look back. He focused on the only thing he had on his mind; keep running. It was many hours before he finally saw something. Ahead of him, he saw a forest. He would have kept going, but he was getting tired and the first chance he got, collapsed on a rock. His sword next to him, he drank a bit of the water and panted. It was so hot out. When he stopped panting, he looked around. Desert sand everywhere except for the forest he saw. Amazing. He drank more of the water. "I gotta go up to that forest." He thought. He sighed, jumped off the rock, and shot down the desert floor, shooting up dust behind him. Ian closed his eyes and in just a couple of minutes, he opened them. He was right in front of the forest. Now it was easy, just walk in and get some water. Ian was ready to walk in, but something blasted him back. "I have had JUST ENOUGH of that!" He screamed. He took his sword and tried to slam it into this invisible barrier thing. Right before his blade hit the shield, someone kicked him away. It was Miles. Ian couldn't believe his eyes. "I followed you. You needed my help. You can't do these things on your own. You can't run away from your problems, and-" He sniggered "-You have some serious problems, from what I can tell." Miles finished. Ian fired up. "Why would you be here in the first place? First you wake me up, and then you follow me to this stupid place where I get knocked back for the first time in- wait, since we're in the past, this technically means it's the FIRST time I've been knocked back. Strange, isn't it?" Ian took a breath. "Anyway, you said you were gonna help me. Well, are you going to help me or not, Miles?" "Well, of course I will." Miles proclaimed. "All we need to do is use the combined force of both our blades to break open the shield. HERE." He took out the blade and tried touching the barrier. Nothing. Ian took out his sword from the sheath and clanged his against it. Nothing once again.

They both yelled a sort of warrior cry and smashed their swords full power into the barrier. It shattered into a million tiny pieces, now making it invisible. They jumped over the broken glass and walked on. Ian showed him the gray ball thing he saw in the shop, and they were bonding into friends, or they might have been brothers. It turned out that the tribe was called the Chickadees, and last names weren't invented back then. So, they could have been related, but until they got back to Ian's time to check if their blood was the same, they would have to stick together as if they were brothers.




(I'm thinking of publishing this.)
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