Uurf Ch. 05B

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Part 6 of the 6 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 03/05/2013
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We had breakfast with them, an assortment of dried fruit and honeyed seeds, compacted into a bar. And more of the cookies from the barrel, one for now and one for later.

We said goodbye to the girls, and Davina, she gave Martin a long lingering kiss as they parted

Alice turned and beamed at me as we left, a radiant toothy smile.

Like the duchess's cat, only the smile was important.

Outside we waited a few minutes till a passing taxi picked us up and whisked us to the airport.

In the airport we wandered round, the huge hall had bars and shops and restaurants.

Eventually, in another section we found lines of people queuing with luggage and passports in hand. Near the end of the line was a man on his own, he tucked his wallet and passport into his back pocket.

With a little bit of magic it was in my hands. I carefully examined this green pasteboard document, and the rest of the contents of the little leather pocket. There was money, a lot of those plastic cards that everyone used, a few cards with pictures on them.

I absorbed their essence, then hurried to the man.

"Is this yours," I asked, showing him the wallet. "The picture looks like you."

He took it with effusive thanks, praising another god, Allah, for its return.

I turned to Martin. "Come; let us find a quiet place. I want to see what we got."

"There's a restaurant back aways, my stomach still complains of the poor breakfast we had."

We sat, and ordered from the menu the attractive waitress brought. While we waited, Martin chided me.

"You shouldn't give magic away to strangers you meet," he warned. "A little learning is a dangerous thing."

"Tis harmless enough that she can heal," I answered.

With our meal in front of us I conjured up the man's wallet and Sam's passport, with its all important visa.

I carefully examined this green pasteboard document, and the rest of the contents of the little leather pocket. I detailed it out, more for my benefit that Magus's. We needed travel documents, the passports with the visa's, we needed tickets, but that was simply a matter of money. I manipulated the copy of Sam's passport so that it fitted Martin, with his picture, name and details.

I gave it to him.

"What do you think? They won't know it from an original."

He looked at it and handed it back.

"Well, you could always make a large scale entrancement field. If we could be sure they wouldn't detect it it'd have my voice. But disguise and subterfuge are our best weapons; they have carried us so far," I answered his unspoken question.

"Hrruumf." I took his reply to be affirmative, he himself had warned me that certain adepts could detect magic usage, the more powerful the spell the further it could be detected. They'd have to be next to me to detect my little passport job.

We finished the meal in silence, me thinking that I'd soon be able to clear my mind of the rock and ring, just as soon as we were out of the country. I was also thinking guiltily, of Sissy, the first two nights I'm away from her and I've slept in the beds of two different women.

I was going to have to have a quiet word with Magus.

In the taxi on the way back to the travel agent, I gave him the card. I concocted the two identities for us, Miami driving licenses; various bank cards, library cards and the like, two addresses in the same apartment block, enough to get us through, and hopefully out the other end.

The flight and rest stops was going to be 43 hours, or just over, yet you departed on a Sunday morning and arrived on a Wednesday morning, which seemed three days, time must vary when you fly.

The flight was that evening. We were advised to allow three hours to book in, 'early was better'. It was around mid day now, with eight hours to go, we could have four hours free, or four hours in one of those gambling palaces, Magus somehow had the idea that we would find fine wines there.

Our progress through the departure was accompanied with liberal use of the blue powder. The only hitch was the screen showed a blur in the scanner, my image was in two different realities, my real self and my here self. The quantum physics of the device was to blame.

We jumped from one flight to another at our first stop in London, barely having time to look around. The people seemed the same, though there were more people in exotic dress. The shops were certainly the same, as were the goods they carried.

The stopover in Singapore proved there were vast cultural distances as well as physical ones. We ask where in the airport we could sleep; we were shown these little coffin type boxes in a wall, much more practical for this crowded world than the airy hotel bedrooms in America.

The Australian Customs and Immigration were a fussy lot. There was a long list of things we couldn't bring in, but he did give us good advice on where to change our money, he seemed quite happy in his job.

Immigration was fun to; he wanted to know why we were here.

I told him "We just wanted to see what the place was like, y'know, just absorb the local culture."

"Why here?" he asked.

"It's just one of a number of places I want to explore." That seemed to satisfy him. He gave us back our passports and return tickets and wished us. "G'day."

Brisbane, it was warm and sticky, like Miami. I asked the driver to take us to a little one or two star hotel. Here we would divine the first leg of the triangulation; we could relax and recover from our hours of flying. This 'Jet lag' would disturb our sleep for a few nights, but our journey tomorrow would be only a few hundred miles, the penultimate step.

The hotel was perfect, sat on a small rise our bedrooms looked out over the city, a field of glistening lights with the traffic snaking through it.

We performed our ritual first, divining the line of the ring. I squinted and looked, it pointed towards Darwin. A great evolutionary philosopher. I wondered who Brisbane was, some adventurer no doubt.

After looking at the map, we decided that a small jump inland was the best option, a little town called Goondiwindi, with its airstrip, looked about right.

I was all for a quiet night, a meal, a few drinks in the bar, I wouldn't have minded one of those cookies, with the Californian shit in it. I had more books, bought at the airport, along with a handful of technology magazines.

Over dinner Magus persuaded me to accompany him to a 'Liverpudlian Yates wine bar',

While I was in the toilet, no more than five minutes gone, Magus was in a full steam argument with the barman, he'd tried to pay in dollars and thought he was being short changed, with my ability to magic it out of thin air I wouldn't have bothered. I should have given him some of the new aussie stuff.

Unfortunately the argument was attracting the attention of the other clientele. The barkeep came round to follow through on his threat to physically through him out. Magus just put a hand to his chest and felled him to the floor. Several people in the bar stood up.

I was still by the door to the toilet. Sure that Magus would recognise my magic. I created a Beareocious, coming in through the bar door, in the panic that ensued Magus created a distraction field about him. He became a blind spot in their sight.

I made the creature advance from the doorway, and stand upright, head crashing through the false ceiling. I ran to him and he extended the field about me. We took the opportunity to dodge behind my magical creature, now howling loudly, and out the door. Hailing the first taxi past as we hastened from the scene.

We had expended a great deal of magical energy avoiding the fracas, a beacon for anyone near enough to see. A small probability but enough to trigger a worrying niggle.

We made our way home and slept with a comfortable lie in, in the morning.

Enquires with the receptionist after breakfast gave us the address of a local airstrip where we might find an air taxi, someone to fly us to Goondiwindi. Archerfield airfield in the southern suburbs was a likely place to find one.

First though I must change some more dollars, and a bank was to be our first port of call. My 10,000 bought 11,248; I wondered why they didn't just use gold. None of this fuss then.

A short taxi ride to the airstrip and Magus's haggling saw us in the air for the short hour's trip. By mid afternoon we were climbing into a taxi, and headed to Goondiwindi Motel and tracks restaurant. The only place to stay according to the driver.

As was our want we set the divination up, spinning the ring once more. The line was slightly right of our first, crossing a place called Wilton, which when we looked was nothing but a dusty airstrip. When we plotted more carefully the two lines together crossed at a remote township called Cloncurry. A small township set among the rocks of western Queensland.

At least there was a small airstrip just north of it, we could fly in and save a tedious overland journey, if his map was good we could even fly ourselves on broomsticks, they were easy to illusion.

A phone call to the airstrip and a few moments haggling the price and the deal was done.

Tomorrow we would depart for our final destination, the place of the ringkeeper.

We stayed exclusively to the restaurant and bar, being treated to a Karaoke night and some typical Aussie humour. An enjoyable night spoilt a little by my thoughts wondering about the upcoming meeting with the new ringbearer.

I favoured subterfuge still; he must have the gift, it was necessary for the ring to draw directly on your magic. We could find him by that, the ring would guide us and when we met him I would boldly put the ring on his finger. The power of the ring itself would half convince him, at least enough to listen without much fuss. Still no matter the planning, fate still held my prize.

We had an early night and a 7am start, and still fighting the lessening effects of the time shift.

The town, when we flew over had looked sparse, rugged, a green blot in a hostile environment. Like some barracks set at a remote border to guard from invasion.

"Where to," the cab driver asked. We hadn't given a destination when our pilot booked it through the tower.

"Just a mo," I replied while Magus was spinning the ring. The line went to the hospital. "Concurry hospital." I announced.

At the hospital the ring turned in my hand, and we followed it inside. There were a few chairs and tables, presumable where visitors and patients could meet. Opposite was a counter with a receptionist looking hopefully at us. I felt exposed.

"Come," I announced. "Were early, we'll wait in the sun outside."

There were wooden benches outside, with a warm sun full on them.

They waited an hour or more, watching the surge of cars arrive and disgorge their occupants as the shift change occurred, then waiting expectantly as the relieved staff came trickling out.

The ring in my hand twitched, pulling on it as a white coated figure exited. I felt the touch of magic. This was the selected one, the one they had travelled half way round this world to find.

I hurried got to my feet. "Excuse me sir, could I have a word with you?"

He turned and looked us over.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I have something important for you. Can we talk somewhere more private?"

"Can you tell me what this is about?"

"Well I can, but I would prefer to do it somewhere more comfortable, out of this hot sun."

"Is it about a patient? "

"No, it's more of a personal nature, something you're going to find incredible."

"You're not trying to sell me some miracle cure or something? I've no time for that sort of thing."

"No, we've come a long way to find you, and it concerns this ring."

I showed him the ring, holding it up between finger and thumb.

He looked and moved his hand to take it.

"I've had dreams about a ring like this," he said taking it from my hand.

"There's more than dreams contained in this ring, there's a magic you won't believe until you try it."

He put the ring on. The ring on my finger tingled, and I saw the glow of his flare briefly. He stood examining it.

"Can we go somewhere private," Magus said. "Somewhere where we can explain things in more comfort."

He drew his focus back to us, still holding his hand out with the ring on it.

"We can go to the cafeteria; it should be quiet in there at this time."

"It would be better if we were secluded," Magus challenged. "There are things we must show you."

"The only privacy like that is in my flat," he said, eyeing the ring once more as he balled his fist.

"Fine," said Magus. "Shall we go there?"

He led us to his car, still eyeing us cautiously. He was rubbing the ring on his balled fist, as if expecting a Genie to appear.

The journey was a short one, we stopped in front of a two storied house and he led us through into the ground floor and into a lounge.

The questions that had been fermenting on the journey piling behind his lips.

"Who are you, and what is this ring?"

"We are guardians, from across space and time. The ring you now wear is a source of great power, one of five given by the dragons. As you see both my companion and I wear one, as keepers of our respective worlds."

"You come from other worlds," he spluttered the words out, looking between the pair of us.

"Yes, we are magicians there, as you will be on this world. We will take you to Yodla, he is the master, and will be your mentor. There is a lot you must learn."

He was having difficulty digesting our words, were it not for the power he felt in the ring he surely would have dismissed us.

"Can I see this magic? Can you show me a trick?"

I looked around the room, in one alcove there was a shrine with a plaque and a prayer mat before it. A fat carved seated black stone figure representing the god. I brought it to life, growing it to life size and making it stand before us.

"Buddha," he exclaimed, glancing wildly between it and us. He turned, walking to touch it.

"May peace be upon you!" I made it say.

"Ho... how did you do THAT!" he asked, falling over his words as he stood flabbergasted before us.

"It's a simple trick," I replied.

A bolt of blue light blasted through the window, shattering it and taking half the wall with it. I'd caught it out of the corner of my eye and was raising my hand as a shield. It cut between us, it's force expended on the statue.

With a magical shield now growing from my hand I saw the four fellows before us, standing in the road directing more bolts at us. These skittered harmlessly from my shield but destroyed more of the house around us.

Magus was rushing forward, hand held straight in front providing a shield to him and our hapless charge.

I countered, creating a charging tigerin, and then a bearocious to follow. Both were deflected by their shields, but it had given me time to flee the now collapsing house. Outside our bewildered Uurth man stood behind Magus as he unleashed a blue bolt of his own.

I pushed my hand forward, directing it at the figure on the end, willing a blue bolt to rush forth.

The twin beams struck the end two, knocking them both flat, the two survivors both blasted back at Magus. I willed the beams diminished, using my hand to draw the magic from them. They turned a greenish colour, deflecting to the sky as they struck Magus's shield.

I rushed over to join him, dropping my shield as I ran behind his, and turned and used both hands to direct another bolt of blue fire towards them. It surrounded them and I was pleased to see them both turn black and disappear.

The two fellows we had knocked to the ground lay inert, I scanned the area around us, looking for further ambush, but apart from the people now streaming into the street, attracted by the noise and commotion of the house now collapsed in rubble behind us I saw no more threats.

Magus was circling his wand, creating a black hole before us, I followed as he leapt through, dragging the helpless Uurth man along with him.

"Well you have done." Yodla was seated on a stone, hands resting on his stick. He rose and walked towards us.

"Fights well does this young one," he said, a smile creeping onto his face.

"If their aim had been better with the first the story might have been different," said Magus from my side

"Good was their aim, stood between was the power of mine."

"Will someone tell me what is happening!" our erstwhile companion exclaimed. "Who is this creature and where are we now."

Around us were the swamps of Dagobha.

Yodla turned to him. "Much has he to learn, politeness he has not."

"We're on Yodla's home planet; he is the master who will teach you of your new powers," Magus said.

"Come," said Yodla." Follow you must."

We trailed behind him as he led us to his dwelling, our unnamed companion looking in awe around him. I was speechless too, as I plodded along; this world of great trees and murky pools was an eye opener to me as well.

Yodla bid us sit and produced some beverage not unlike the tea in my world. He explained that my journey through the world of Uurth had been a test for me.

We could have popped out straight at our destination after gaining the ring. But the journey had been a test of my mettle, to see how I coped in the face of the unknown and unexpected, how able was I to think on my feet. And serendipity had granted us a great discovery as a bonus.

The girl who had magic was a rare find, one it would be my duty to nurture as I had taken to teaching her. She was already ensconced in Magus's palace, awaiting my return. I was to be her master.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
The End?

Are you just gonna leave it like this? What's going on?

hakdrakkenhakdrakkenabout 11 years ago
Brick wall!

Somehow it wouldn't surprise me if this was the end of the story.

Don't. You. Dare. :-)

AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago
Now you're going to make him master of the pot whore?

I was going to give this story a chance to turn things around, but like the comment on the previous chapter says, this wizard has lost his original values and become corrupt. I don't really wish to read this any further. This may be your intention, and so good luck with your new direction. Perhaps it will attract a different type of audience.

biercebierceabout 11 years ago
Interesting take on the story

Two tales. Both are good. Will you continue this or eliminate one?

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