posted on Apr, 15 2015 @ 09:12 AM
Abby AboveBoard (AB = Abby) didn't know what was happening...colors swirled around her, shot through with lightening - this was no
ordinary Spirit Walk! She had been caught in something huge and spinning and magical where time and space warped around her. It was not of her
making but was the Work of some great and ancient being. As she tumbled and fell, she thought she felt others there with her, and looming winged
shapes - massive minds - behind the churning tunnel. It felt like she hung there, suspended and falling at the same time, for an eternity.
Her mind could not process it fully and her vision turned grey, she slipped into unconsciousness, all the while hearing a small voice inside tell her
just how dangerous that was, to be unconscious...who knows where you will land?
When she awoke she was...not anywhere she had ever been. She was fully, physically here, which was also odd, considering she had started out on a
Spirit Walk. She was in some sort of broken shell made out of something like thick plastic or concrete - a shattered high-tech device now trailing
with vines and cables that had nearly rusted through. Trees poked through with leaves of dark teal green in waving fronds full of luscious white
flowers that smelled familiar - like jasmine with a bit of vanilla and clove thrown in for spice.
Bird calls made a three-dimensional wall of sound around her, and animals shifted through the dense foliage. She sat up, confused and disoriented.
She was alone, it seemed.
Suddenly a jewel bright salamander the size of her forearm skittered across the sterile white of the broken tech, nearly running over her boot. She
jumped back a little and it stopped, blinking at her.
"What are you" it said in a thin, reedy voice.
"Um..." was her brilliant answer.
"An "Um"?" it said, curiously. "I've never heard of such a creature. Or is that your proper name?"
"No...no..." Abby said, shaking her head, "My species is human, and my proper name is Abby. 'Um' is something I say when I don't quite know
what to say. I've never met a talking salamander before."
"Sal-a-man-dar? Well you still haven't met one!" It sat up on its hind legs and coiled its long tail around them, snake-like. "I," it said
proudly, "am a Whistenbolle, a shape-shifter, and my proper name is..." the little lizard being seemed to suddenly stretch into a cloud of
iridescent rainbow hues, purples and teals and golds stretched and grew in a swirling frenzy. The cloud of shimmering light brushed over her hand,
and she felt it tingle strangely before pulling it back. The cloud expanded, then suddenly retracted into a new, solid form. "Drego."
She was startled to see a human shape next to her, but seemingly male. "How...how..." she said helplessly, looking at his shimmering skin of teal,
and lime green, gold and purple. Dark green hair sprouted from his head in waves and a face that looked somewhat like it could be familial stared
back at her. His eyes were almost frighteningly green, with a tinge of gold - most certainly not human, and they held a bit of wildness, a bit of fey
"I touched your skin and captured the basics of the form you wear. I chose to use the male form of your species, as that is what I am in my
"Holy moley," Abby said, then blushed because it sounded so stupid.
"Holey moley? What does that..."
"Never mind!" she said quickly, her cheeks on fire. "So, where am I? I have no idea." She felt incredibly vulnerable and tried to keep the
tremor of fear out of her voice, but failed. She saw a look of surprise come into those incredibly green eyes.
"You are on the planet Accasia, once ruled by the Accasions, who made a royal mess of everything, blew themselves up in a spectacular ball of fire,
and opened the Gates to my world. Now that this place is inhabitable again, and has been for a very long time, many of our people come and go, using
both worlds." He stopped for a moment and considered her. "It can be both a beautiful and a dangerous place. You were lucky to meet me!" Then
"Ah!" she said, covering her eyes.
"What?" he said, jumping back in startlement. She whipped off her long lime green scarf and held it out to him, and between them, like a shield.
"Um." she said into her arm. There was an awkward pause. Then he began to laugh at her, realizing what she meant. She felt him take the scarf, and
He was still laughing when he said "Is this better?" She peeked. Somehow he had turned her scarf into a beautiful lime green shirt and pixie-like
kilt. She relaxed and smiled at her own prudishness.
"Much better. The color suits you!" He bowed.
"I like you," he said, as if just coming to the conclusion, "I will be your guide and get you someplace safe. But before that, I must complete my
"Oh? What mission is that?"
"The strange disturbance that brought you was the Opening of a Gate from another world to this one. We were wondering if we were being invaded, or
who might be visiting our fair world. If you accompany me on this, I will help you."
Abby looked up at him, and figured that a guide was exactly what she needed. He had offered help, and she would be a fool not to accept it. "Of
course," she said, hauling herself to her feet. "I would most appreciate having a guide like yourself, as without you I fear I would be eaten by
tomorrow morning." She said it with a smile, attempting a joke.
He did not laugh, and only nodded his head, which sent a shiver up her spine. "Follow me. I will go slowly so you can keep up."
He took off rapidly, and Abby scrambled to follow. "This is slow?" she grumbled to herself, locking her eyes on what had been her green scarf and
moving as fast as her feet would carry her through the densely packed forest...