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Destination Starlight - Series Prelude (standard:fantasy, 63335 words)
Author: Erwin A.StevensAdded: Dec 11 2019Views/Reads: 336/197Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A story of Rijiin's captivity in time from 20th Century, giving everything up for the 14th century. A new life, a new face, but not living for a period of time, for all times.
 



Destination Starlight: Prelude to Healing Starlight 

Erwin Stevens & N.A Miller 

To: Gail Baudino, (and the Elves of Malvern): Thanks for the Inspiration
to get me writing again, and your book's help and healing, "Alanae ea 
yolisi, Elthia!" 

Again for Mimi Stewart: For her eternal friendship, and who died of
cancer (1956-2009) 

To The DeAnza Rat pack: for your continued inspiration and long lasting
friendship. 

A cold wind whipped as a steady snowfall of winter settled over the
region known as Adria. The area is a fertile valley by the Aleser 
Mountains from the northern sea, to the lands in the south. It is the 
time of change in this region, what the elves would call the day of 
completion, where everything old is discarded making way for new. 

Walking alone, a cloaked figure makes his way along the paths deep in
forest known as Malvern Forest. The lone person is that of an elf named 
Rijiin L'Theil, a now resident of this land, who was brought here 
through time and space over a year ago. As the elf walks back to the 
encampment of the elves, he is deep in thought, reminiscing to the past 
and his abrupt arrival in this time, from which he had come. He had 
been saved by the powers that belonged to the elves, from certain 
death, after being wounded by the soldiers of Hypperex where he had 
arrived from the twentieth century. 

Before that, however, a few hours before that arrival, he had been in
the Mall in the twentieth century called Eastridge, and he had come for 
a party for a Bulletin Board called Synerchat at the local restaurant 
located there. He had merely come at the request of his friend and 
schoolmate from college and ended up stepping through time, space, and 
literally out of time. His life had been turned upside down, knowing of 
his death as his complete essence and humanity had been split, 
returning a body to the future, dead, leaving him very much alive here 
as an elf. 

The elf grimaced at the memories that flooded his head, as he remembered
that very day that he had arrived at the Mall, and had not been 
expecting all of this to happen to him during his visit to this place.  
 Rijiin paused at the Rhillion River, sitting at a quiet pool as he saw 
the images flow around him, as if they happened yesterday. He saw a 
young man, a young human, standing in a mist and in a familiar place 
that he had long since forgotten about, having been brought here in the 
past five hundred years from the nineties of the twentieth century 
several months ago with no way to return. The elf grimaced at the 
images, and the young ordinary, mortal human, letting the images flow 
in the starlight. 

Nathaniel stood in the midst of the falling rain on a Saturday morning,
at nine o'clock, on the bus terminal one hundred feet from main 
buildings of Eastridge Mall. It is the year nineteen ninety-four and as 
he stood there, he glanced up at the falling rain that fell upon the 
city and suburbs of San Jose. The young man had come for a gathering of 
people from the Synerchat Bulletin Board System and something inside 
was regretting his decision to attend here today. He was not liked, and 
found himself wondering “why the hell” he even wasted his time by 
coming only to be abused. However, here he was at the mall, in the 
middle of everything, in the worst side of town in this city hating 
every minute of it. 

The young man grimaced as he walked toward the building, shaking his
head in dismay at the turmoil of thoughts he was having. He had agreed 
to attend at the request of his college friend and regretted agreeing 
to coming to the gathering, knowing he really should have just kept his 
mouth shut. 

“But I did promise Joe.” He thought, “I am a man of my word, so here I
am. Although he would understand if I didn't show up.” 

This would be the third gathering that he had been to, ever and the
people were less than cordial to him because of his online persona. 


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