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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

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Experiments

Instead of levitating myself and taxing my energy, I used it to shape myself by shaving away any excess.

I shaped myself into a ball and reabsorbed those shaved dust not wanting to lose any of my mass.

By using my shimmer to roll myself and adding a pivot I was able to roll and stop until I was in an area not too far away, my shimmer could sense up to ten yards.

I ran into a bear in my second year in my new location which used the area as a hunting ground.

This was huge because I had never come upon anything else previously.

If I did it was at the edge of my sense and was unable to reach it.

I was not sitting idle this life; I have been experimenting with many different things with my energy one of which was to change its shape.

Changing its density cost a lot of energy because once I released it a lot of the energy would be gone and I would have to accumulate it again.

I immediately got my shimmer into a condensed shape of an arrow wanting to know what would happen if I launched it at a living being.

I waited until the bear was about five yards away.

It was on its daily trek for food when I launched my condensed shimmer arrow at the bear. It immediately smashed its head to the ground and roared.

I tried another experiment while the bear was incapacitated. I reshaped the arrow into a tentacle with one end connected to me and the other reaching out for the bear.

As soon as my tentacle contacted the bear it was my turn to feel pain but unlike the bear, I could not express it.

It was blinding.

My conscious was overloaded with information from the bear in an instant the bear's life was my own.

I was able to read his memories from birth until now and gleaned some interesting information about the forest I called home before abruptly losing consciousness.

When I recovered, I reached out with my shimmer sense but could not sense the bear.

It seems it was smart besides from the bear's memories I could tell that this part of the forest was considered a no-go for a lot of the animals due to poison fog.

It receded not too long ago which also explained why I ran out of minerals.

I have been cataloging different minerals in the area although without tools and hands and really anything to use to analyze I have been forced to catalog as I go in my mind.

Within my time spent here, I was able to catalog more than seventy different minerals but nothing I could see that would draw my consciousness to this planet or this place.

It feels like my luck is forever in the gutter, but my determination was just as strong as my luck was shitty.

Ten more years of experimenting gave me some answers and left me with more questions about the shimmer that I have been using.

With it, I can communicate with other living beings and I realized that there is a lot of intelligence around me.

For example, a wolf that was hunting a rabbit den about one hundred yards away immediately turned around and ran away the moment my shimmer made contact with it.

It had a barrier around it rejecting my energy all I could make out was the shape.

It was shocking 'So I am not the only one that can use this shimmer' Also I learned different tricks to make it grow.

I can stay awake for six months now before succumbing to the depth of the darkness.

The effects were stronger tendrils and stronger arrows.

I can read a subject without the backlash of what I like to call memory overload but that only works for certain subjects.

I noticed it hurts more for subjects who have lived longer or have more data to extract from them.

I learned that there is nothing but miasma to the east where I came from.

To the west is more forest.

I haven't met any animals that have been to the edges yet. North is where the mountain is, and south is again more forest.

I spent my time training my shimmer and collecting the minerals that allowed me to be me and to grow.

I am now a perfectly round rock sitting at five feet high and seven feet wide, small victories right?

At this point, I have moved towards the mountain making more than a fifty-year journey after the fifty-first I felt it.

The mountain minerals were extremely pure I could feel the hunger, but it wasn't my stomach, it was my whole being.

I rushed the rest of the way sometimes pushing myself and rolling continuously without checking my surroundings before realizing how stupid that was and how it would waste almost a century's worth of work.

By the end of that sleep cycle, I was able to reach the base of the mountain, and was I excited not for the minerals.

It was time to run my experiment!

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