Fill: Challenge #50 (Orig)
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tenminutesadaySince I've been mostly thinking about my origfic with Kit and Alex (and Gray - I finally came up with a name for the third main character that I actually like; now to give him a purpose), I've been finding that these challenges have been prompting me to actually start piecing together the plot by making me write bits here and there throughout the storyline. It's been pretty useful.
This one isn't quite an illness, but it is odd.
The moment she stepped across the threshold, nothing hit her full in the face. Isaac had told her that the space between realms was the absence of everything, but that hadn't prepared her for non-existence. It went beyond blindness, the complete lack of sound, the absence of heat, cold, air. She couldn't even feel herself, not her fists clenched as they'd advised, nor her held breath, nor the legs she assumed were still carrying her forward. She floated, a mote of consciousness lost in the void, buffeted by waves of timelessness where the last second turned into a year of yearning for the end of the journey, into millennia of solitude -
"Kit!"
Hands grasping her shoulders gave her a rough shake and her brother's concerned face filled her vision. Her legs wobbled beneath her and she let him hold her steady. "Isaac?" she gasped, her voice mimicking her legs. "How long was I stuck in there?"
"You weren't," he replied. "That was a completely normal passage. About fifteen seconds now, see?" He twisted his arm up so she could see his wristwatch. "You came through just fine. Better than most, in fact. The first thing out of most people's mouths is a scream."
"I..." Kit swallowed against her rising lunch and managed to keep it down. "I need to sit down."
Isaac helped her take a seat on a lush carpet of tall grass, next to Gray, who was also recovering from his first trip through the void. He then pulled two bottles of water from his pack, uncapped them, and bade them drink. "Don't worry. The first one's the worst. After that, it'll be nothing to you. You'll see." He hopped up. "But I have to get back. Morgan said they're keeping the portal open for five minutes, no more, and I better be on the right side of it." He pointed at the snow-capped peak rising above the treeline. "That's Mt. Echerna on the map. Head that way and when you get to the river, you'll have your bearings."
"If you say so."
"I do." He hopped up and patted Gray on the shoulder. "Take care of her," he ordered, then, spinning on his heel, strode back through.
This one isn't quite an illness, but it is odd.
The moment she stepped across the threshold, nothing hit her full in the face. Isaac had told her that the space between realms was the absence of everything, but that hadn't prepared her for non-existence. It went beyond blindness, the complete lack of sound, the absence of heat, cold, air. She couldn't even feel herself, not her fists clenched as they'd advised, nor her held breath, nor the legs she assumed were still carrying her forward. She floated, a mote of consciousness lost in the void, buffeted by waves of timelessness where the last second turned into a year of yearning for the end of the journey, into millennia of solitude -
"Kit!"
Hands grasping her shoulders gave her a rough shake and her brother's concerned face filled her vision. Her legs wobbled beneath her and she let him hold her steady. "Isaac?" she gasped, her voice mimicking her legs. "How long was I stuck in there?"
"You weren't," he replied. "That was a completely normal passage. About fifteen seconds now, see?" He twisted his arm up so she could see his wristwatch. "You came through just fine. Better than most, in fact. The first thing out of most people's mouths is a scream."
"I..." Kit swallowed against her rising lunch and managed to keep it down. "I need to sit down."
Isaac helped her take a seat on a lush carpet of tall grass, next to Gray, who was also recovering from his first trip through the void. He then pulled two bottles of water from his pack, uncapped them, and bade them drink. "Don't worry. The first one's the worst. After that, it'll be nothing to you. You'll see." He hopped up. "But I have to get back. Morgan said they're keeping the portal open for five minutes, no more, and I better be on the right side of it." He pointed at the snow-capped peak rising above the treeline. "That's Mt. Echerna on the map. Head that way and when you get to the river, you'll have your bearings."
"If you say so."
"I do." He hopped up and patted Gray on the shoulder. "Take care of her," he ordered, then, spinning on his heel, strode back through.
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Date: 2022-05-06 09:51 pm (UTC)Traveling within the folds of space and time is not for the faint of heart!
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Date: 2022-05-07 11:26 am (UTC)Yes I can imagine it takes some kind of strength traveling through space and time. I can picture everything.
( and did you plan to give me Scherzo flashbacks at the beginning because…)