A Place Between Worlds
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mosaic_archiveCrown Prince Edain, sixteen year old eldest son of King Wolfgang, and heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Akalabeth was completely and utterly lost.
When he awoke sprawled on the grass with a fading memory of bright dancing lights and strange prickling pain, he knew something disastrous had happened. He could only curse his own stupidity for not seeing it coming.
When his younger brother insisted on showing him something new he learned from the ancient tomes he spent so much of his time pouring over, and didn't want to check it with their father, their tutors, or the court magician first… well, truthfully they both knew better. Though Edain really hadn't expected to be the target of his fourteen year old brother's new spell.
He did not want to think the worst of the situation, but he knew there would be a great deal of trouble when the entire mess was discovered. And it would be all the worse if he were not there.
Unfortunately, after a fortnight of wandering, Edain had yet to see another person in this strange land. He was certain by now it was no part of Akalabeth that he knew, and had much reason to be thankful his tutors had insisted he and his brother learn how to survive in the wilderness should some misadventure separate them from all of their usual guardians. The large forest here had fresh springs and berries. A nearby coast, one which lacked so much as a single ship no matter how often he visited, had at least provided fish and lobster for his meals. The weather had not been uncomfortable, for the most part. And, when otherwise, there were portions of this place that had strange buildings of brick and metal that provided shelter, though their design was of no construction style he had ever seen.
But there were many details that made him uneasy. The tricks his teachers had taught him for finding direction in the forest did not work. He had seen no moon in his entire time here, and he could not even be completely certain how long that was. Despite counting the days and when he slept, the lengths of day and night seemed unpredictable to him. Even when there was clear daylight he could find no sun by which to judge the hour. There was a feel of sorcery to the entire place that he felt he had good reason not to trust given the manner of his arrival.
He had been wishing there were others here. Someone he could ask about this location, or if they knew how to get home, or at the very least something to give him some sign of where he was, when he realized he walked right into an unfamiliar portion of the erratic place instead of towards the beach as he had intended.
This part of it was even stranger to him than the section of buildings, as parts of it seemed unable to decide if it were indoors or outdoors. Patches of tiles of an unknown substance were mixed with grass. A wooden crate with an unfamiliar form of lettering sat on one of the tile patches, and strange furnishings like some of those he'd seen within the buildings were scattered around as well. He was never certain if those things were meant to be beds or chairs, though they served him as both at various times.
He made some note to determine the purpose, if any, of this place later, and turned around to try to find his way back to the coast... only to nearly walk into an enormous double-posted sign that had most certainly not been there mere seconds earlier.
He winced at the coloration of the thing, which seemed to have the same unfamiliar writing as the crate. Never before had he seen anything colored so bright, as if it glowed. Where anyone could have found the paints for such a thing he couldn't comprehend, and wasn't certain he wanted to know. The light from it must surely be some enchantment. As he blinked and tried to look at it again the words seemed to have reformed themselves into the runic script of his homeland.
Although he could barely grasp the concept of where the writing said he was, he could understand where it said he wasn't. His brother's spell had removed him not just from Akalabeth but from all of Sosaria... clear out of the known world.
"Mondain, what hast thou done..?"
When he awoke sprawled on the grass with a fading memory of bright dancing lights and strange prickling pain, he knew something disastrous had happened. He could only curse his own stupidity for not seeing it coming.
When his younger brother insisted on showing him something new he learned from the ancient tomes he spent so much of his time pouring over, and didn't want to check it with their father, their tutors, or the court magician first… well, truthfully they both knew better. Though Edain really hadn't expected to be the target of his fourteen year old brother's new spell.
He did not want to think the worst of the situation, but he knew there would be a great deal of trouble when the entire mess was discovered. And it would be all the worse if he were not there.
Unfortunately, after a fortnight of wandering, Edain had yet to see another person in this strange land. He was certain by now it was no part of Akalabeth that he knew, and had much reason to be thankful his tutors had insisted he and his brother learn how to survive in the wilderness should some misadventure separate them from all of their usual guardians. The large forest here had fresh springs and berries. A nearby coast, one which lacked so much as a single ship no matter how often he visited, had at least provided fish and lobster for his meals. The weather had not been uncomfortable, for the most part. And, when otherwise, there were portions of this place that had strange buildings of brick and metal that provided shelter, though their design was of no construction style he had ever seen.
But there were many details that made him uneasy. The tricks his teachers had taught him for finding direction in the forest did not work. He had seen no moon in his entire time here, and he could not even be completely certain how long that was. Despite counting the days and when he slept, the lengths of day and night seemed unpredictable to him. Even when there was clear daylight he could find no sun by which to judge the hour. There was a feel of sorcery to the entire place that he felt he had good reason not to trust given the manner of his arrival.
He had been wishing there were others here. Someone he could ask about this location, or if they knew how to get home, or at the very least something to give him some sign of where he was, when he realized he walked right into an unfamiliar portion of the erratic place instead of towards the beach as he had intended.
This part of it was even stranger to him than the section of buildings, as parts of it seemed unable to decide if it were indoors or outdoors. Patches of tiles of an unknown substance were mixed with grass. A wooden crate with an unfamiliar form of lettering sat on one of the tile patches, and strange furnishings like some of those he'd seen within the buildings were scattered around as well. He was never certain if those things were meant to be beds or chairs, though they served him as both at various times.
He made some note to determine the purpose, if any, of this place later, and turned around to try to find his way back to the coast... only to nearly walk into an enormous double-posted sign that had most certainly not been there mere seconds earlier.
He winced at the coloration of the thing, which seemed to have the same unfamiliar writing as the crate. Never before had he seen anything colored so bright, as if it glowed. Where anyone could have found the paints for such a thing he couldn't comprehend, and wasn't certain he wanted to know. The light from it must surely be some enchantment. As he blinked and tried to look at it again the words seemed to have reformed themselves into the runic script of his homeland.
Although he could barely grasp the concept of where the writing said he was, he could understand where it said he wasn't. His brother's spell had removed him not just from Akalabeth but from all of Sosaria... clear out of the known world.
"Mondain, what hast thou done..?"