Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 11, 2005 11:02:04 GMT -5
Randomness can strike at the least appropriate times. Thus proved in this story, which appeared in my head last night while I was trying to do homework. Let me know what you think of it so far, and I might get round to writing more. *mutters* probably when coursework's due or something...
There was a land which was under the control of an Evil Overlord, and had been for hundreds of years. Needless to say, the people of the land weren’t very happy about this. You would have thought they would have gotten used to it over the centuries, like the British ought to get used to it always raining. Most of them had indeed learnt to live with it, but occasionally, when they got really really annoyed, they would curse the Gods for inflicting the tyrant upon them and wonder loudly about how, if the Gods really loved them, they could allow this to happen.
The answer, quite simply, was that the Gods didn’t love them as much as the humans hoped; rather observed them, laughed at them, chose favourites and felt sorry for them in their ignorance. But all pity for them was rapidly evaporating as the complaints, insults and philosophical questions reached them on top of their mountain.
Truth was, the Gods had allowed the Evil Overlord to take over the country as part of a bet, and were waiting for the humans to deal with it themselves. But as the humans did nothing but complain, they got steadily more annoyed, and when the Evil Overlord started claiming himself to be the ultimate power in the land, they got REALLY annoyed.
But they weren’t going to sort it out themselves – what would the humans learn from that? – so they decided to kick-start the humans into action.
Literally.
-
Claire was looking over the edge of the Tallest Cliff in All the Land, just thinking that it really WAS very tall, when something behind her kicked her hard and she toppled over the edge.
It took her a second to acknowledge that she was no longer standing on the edge of the cliff. It took her another second to realize that she was currently falling. And it took her yet another second to realize that this meant she soon, inevitably, be hitting the ground – or, rather, the sea. And finally, it took her another second to realize that this would hurt a lot.
By this point, she had already fallen a considerable distance, so she didn’t see the point of starting screaming now. Instead, she searched for an appropriate word to comment on this situation.
“Oh,” she observed, “nuts.”
“Well said,” said a voice next to her. She span round in mid-air, causing another lurch to her already disgruntled stomach, to find a young man falling with her, upside down with his arms folded and a look of utter calm of his face, broken only by a grin. He had winged sandals.
“Morning,” said Claire, “Do this often?”
“Sometimes,” replied the young man, “I’m Angelos, by the way.”
“I’d guessed,” replied Claire. The messenger of the Gods was often seen by many flitting across the skies on celestial errands – mainly by drunks, but seen nonetheless. “Come to take me to the underworld?”
“Depends. Would you rather take on a quest to save the world?”
“Huh?”
“Quickly, only a few seconds till you hit the sea, and it’s more painful than it looks…”
Claire glanced downwards. “Er, OK, whatever.”
Angelos, the messenger of the Gods, grinned wider, grabbed onto Claire and flew away with her across the sky. With the words ‘Er, OK, whatever’, the fate of the world was sealed.
There was a land which was under the control of an Evil Overlord, and had been for hundreds of years. Needless to say, the people of the land weren’t very happy about this. You would have thought they would have gotten used to it over the centuries, like the British ought to get used to it always raining. Most of them had indeed learnt to live with it, but occasionally, when they got really really annoyed, they would curse the Gods for inflicting the tyrant upon them and wonder loudly about how, if the Gods really loved them, they could allow this to happen.
The answer, quite simply, was that the Gods didn’t love them as much as the humans hoped; rather observed them, laughed at them, chose favourites and felt sorry for them in their ignorance. But all pity for them was rapidly evaporating as the complaints, insults and philosophical questions reached them on top of their mountain.
Truth was, the Gods had allowed the Evil Overlord to take over the country as part of a bet, and were waiting for the humans to deal with it themselves. But as the humans did nothing but complain, they got steadily more annoyed, and when the Evil Overlord started claiming himself to be the ultimate power in the land, they got REALLY annoyed.
But they weren’t going to sort it out themselves – what would the humans learn from that? – so they decided to kick-start the humans into action.
Literally.
-
Claire was looking over the edge of the Tallest Cliff in All the Land, just thinking that it really WAS very tall, when something behind her kicked her hard and she toppled over the edge.
It took her a second to acknowledge that she was no longer standing on the edge of the cliff. It took her another second to realize that she was currently falling. And it took her yet another second to realize that this meant she soon, inevitably, be hitting the ground – or, rather, the sea. And finally, it took her another second to realize that this would hurt a lot.
By this point, she had already fallen a considerable distance, so she didn’t see the point of starting screaming now. Instead, she searched for an appropriate word to comment on this situation.
“Oh,” she observed, “nuts.”
“Well said,” said a voice next to her. She span round in mid-air, causing another lurch to her already disgruntled stomach, to find a young man falling with her, upside down with his arms folded and a look of utter calm of his face, broken only by a grin. He had winged sandals.
“Morning,” said Claire, “Do this often?”
“Sometimes,” replied the young man, “I’m Angelos, by the way.”
“I’d guessed,” replied Claire. The messenger of the Gods was often seen by many flitting across the skies on celestial errands – mainly by drunks, but seen nonetheless. “Come to take me to the underworld?”
“Depends. Would you rather take on a quest to save the world?”
“Huh?”
“Quickly, only a few seconds till you hit the sea, and it’s more painful than it looks…”
Claire glanced downwards. “Er, OK, whatever.”
Angelos, the messenger of the Gods, grinned wider, grabbed onto Claire and flew away with her across the sky. With the words ‘Er, OK, whatever’, the fate of the world was sealed.