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"Rebirth"
A Wish Fulfillment Story by Rugburn
Elements include: TG AR
The sun gleams brilliantly over the bay during Golden Hour
He was an unassuming fellow. Walking down the road to an outdoor cafe he
brought no eyes onto himself. His gait was smooth with no variation that
so many of the young folks have. His appearance was middle aged,
slightly out of shape, a not-so-neatly trimmed black beard and short
cropped hair. His face was round, and caucasian, though his eyes had a
slight oriental slant to them and his nose was flared out suggesting
multiple lineages. Were people to notice him they would get a sense of
hidden power behind his unkempt appearance. He wore a pair of khakis
with an off white button shirt; Corporate-casual. He managed to look in
place and yet out of place at the same time.
The man arrived at a table that held another gentleman. This other man
was significantly older. He had a grey beard and mostly grey hair cut in
a straight-forward fashion. His clothing was styled more professionally.
He had a business friendly suit that matched a felt trench-coat and hat
nearby. He was thin, not too thin, just enough to show that food is not
a passion of his. The older gentleman had a coffee before him on the
table and a newspaper in his hands. Although he seemed to be reading
this paper to the casual observer, he was in fact looking at the first
man walking up to the table. Despite being silhouetted by a setting sun,
the younger man's features were easily made out by the older man.
The younger man said nothing as he sat across from the older man and
signaled to a waiter for a drink. The older man pretended not to notice.
A few moments later a waiter had delivered a drink to the table. The
young man picked it up and took a tentative sip. He had received the
exact drink he was craving despite not giving a verbal order to the
waiter.
The older man turned a page of his paper. "You shouldn't do that."
The younger man raised an eyebrow. "Nobody notices."
"None of the young people notice. There could always be a Watcher or two
about though."
The younger man took another sip. The corner of his lip raised in a
smile. "Watchers don't notice me."
There was silence for a few more moments.
"You come highly recommended," the older man said, still reading his
paper.
"You are offering an extraordinary price," the younger man responded.
Both mentally checked the time. The sun was now below the horizon and
soon they would need to go.
Both also had highly keen awareness of their surroundings. Should there
be a Watcher present, one or the other would spot them. The younger man
wasn't making it unobvious that he was looking about, though he appeared
to be gazing dreamily at the scenery.
"I am a little surprised by the amount you are asking for. Do you have
something big planned?" the younger man asked.
"What business would that be of yours?" the older man asked.
The younger man sipped his drink slowly. "Essence can be traced. Mine is
on file. You use my essence to do something big and I get in trouble."
The older man relaxed a little. He grunted in understanding. "I have a
few friends on the lower side of oblivion I need to bring back. That is
not against the rule."
Silence again, the younger man stared at the colors of the sky as the
sun withdrew its influence on its way beyond the horizon. "No, it is
not," he agreed, "...dangerous though. I see why you need such a big
boost."
"Shouldn't we go now?" the older gentleman asked.
"We aren't going far. We have time," the younger gentleman said. He
looked at his drink. "There is a complication."
The older man put his paper down and looked at the younger man;
"Complication?"
Later that evening.
"Hi honey I'm home." The younger man called out coming into the flat.
The older gentleman he met at the outdoor cafe was right behind him.
"Gar..." a female voice called out before the younger man shushed her.
"Don't call me by my name honey. Only refer to me as Prizm tonight.
He helped the older gentleman find a hook for his coat and hat.
He introduced the older gentleman to the woman.
The older gentleman was taken aback. The 22 year old brunette was
exactly as the younger man had described her, but he was still in shock.
Her face was red and pussy, her teeth exposed for lack of lips. She
could not walk and was thus wheelchair bound. Her clothing was light and
airy; if it were to touch her skin it would become uncomfortable very
quickly. All of her skin was bunched up with the look of scales, her
fingers so overgrown and thick that she practically had hooves.
The lady laughed at his expression. "Don't worry, I'm used to it. And
you don't have to shake my hand if you don't want to."
The older man shook himself out of his astonishment and looked at her
with a mixture of sadness, pity and strangely enough admiration.
"I'm being rude, and I apologize," he said and bent down to kiss her
hand. "You have a remarkably bright light burning within my lady. I
cannot give you my true name but feel free to refer to me as The
Enchanter."
She giggled. It was a normal sounding giggle from a rather abnormal
looking woman. "It's nice to meet such a gentleman of class."
The older gentleman smiled. He turned to Prizm. "You have good taste in
companions."
"We aren't," Prizm replied. "Just friends."
The older man raised an eyebrow as if to ask, 'but soon to be more?'
Prizm turned to open a door that revealed stairs going down.
Prizm went to the woman and helped her stand up. "Can you make it down
the stairs?" he asked.
She grunted with the strain of standing, but nodded. "Yes, let's do
this."
The older man followed them into the basement as Prizm helped the woman
down.
The basement was very sparse. The Enchanter noted that the proper
designs were drawn on the floor and walls. He even noticed the extra
circle meant for the woman. He traced the different lines connecting his
spot to the spots for Prizm and the woman. He pointed to one. "What is
that one for?"
"Safety," Prizm said as he helped the woman sit in her circle design. He
put his hand over her eyes and she sank into a heavy trance. "The amount
you've asked for is quite a bit; If you can't contain it, it will have
somewhere to go."
The Enchanter looked a little miffed. "I'll have you know that I have
the vast knowledge and experience of seven of the nine ancients within
me. As well as the practical skills from Guarding the Sacred Fire of
Dargonet."
"Well, ok, I'll disable it if you want, but you should know that I
haven't purged myself in over two-hundred years," the younger man
replied.
The Enchanter's eyes went wide. "That is impossible."
Prizm let his inner fire consume him. His body vanished as the room lit
up with a brilliant white so intense that one would think the world had
suddenly vaporized around them. Almost immediately he shoved his fire
back within him. The Enchanter had transformed in the meantime. His
illusionary business attire had been stripped from him and he was left
dressed in a rather archaic looking blue robe. There were constellations
of stars and a moon shown in white on his robe. He also sported a thick
pointed hat on his head with the same color and designs.
The Enchanter let his eyes flutter open and wasn't shocked to find his
wardrobe had changed. He looked at the younger man, whose clothes hadn't
changed.
"I stand corrected," the older man said lowly. "Now I know why you don't
fear Watchers."
Prizm grinned. "If you can keep it under your star hat, I'll let you in
on a little secret...I am a Watcher."
The blood drained from the older man's face.
"Relax," Prizm said, "everything we do tonight will be by the Rule.
You'd be amazed at what you are allowed to do by the Rule that is
technically not allowed. Intentions and Grace go hand in hand with
Balance and Justice after all."
Prizm went to different parts of the walls. He flipped open little
patches revealing portals to grand views of different constellations.
"Clever," the older man said.
Prizm smiled. "Otherwise our window of opportunity would be quite
tighter."
Prizm then stripped out of his clothes. They disappeared as they hit the
ground. He looked over at the woman. She was still sitting in her circle
in her trance. Then he looked at The Enchanter. "The book?"
The older man produced the newspaper he had been looking through earlier
at the cafe. He unrolled it and a book unsqueezed itself from within its
pages. He handed the book to Prizm.
Prizm looked at the book in his hands, then to the woman in her trance.
"You don't need that book to heal her you know," the Enchanter pointed
out. "It would be overkill compared to what any young ancient can
accomplish."
"You are correct," Prizm replied, "but what she and I agreed upon will
depend on what this book can do, something significantly harder than
merely healing her ailments."
The old man did not press his point. As Prizm sat in one spot, The
Enchanter took his place and sat cross-legged.
"Well then," Prizm said. "It is now midnight. The first moment of the
twenty-ninth day of the second month of the year two thousand eight by
the calender attributions of the agreements of the Sixteenth Council of
The Elders. I can already feel a new surge building within me. Are you
ready for our agreed upon trade?"
The older man nodded as he closed his eyes. "Yes...oh and by the way.
Happy Birthday."
Both men floated upwards in their respective positions.
Some Time Later
The Enchanter awoke in darkness. He looked around, even in the dark, his
eyes picked up details of the room from the night before. It was no
longer sparsely decorated. Now it had a couple of tables and chairs,
colorful paint on the walls and toys piled in the corners. There were
streamers hanging from the ceiling and a cake with candles on the table.
He could tell it was the same room. His extra senses assured him of
that, but the changes in decor seemed to go beyond mere dressing. This
room had a different history than it did when he came in the night
before. Reality had changed, strongly changed.
He sat up and found that he had been laying on a couch with a blanket
over him. His head pounded like never before. He grabbed it and tried to
will away the discomfort, but found that it wasn't something wrong with
his head, it was something filling his Inner Fire. Like a cup ready to
runneth over.
The transfer had been a success. The Enchanter felt so full of energy he
didn't think he would ever need a recharge.
The lights flicked on.
Light footsteps could be heard on now-carpeted stairs. The older man
looked to the doorway and saw a little girl standing there. She couldn't
have been older than four or five. She had curly brown hair, blue-green
eyes and was dressed in a pretty pink party dress. She also held the
book that was given to Prizm the night before.
The older man smiled. "So Prizm gave you another chance at your youth?"
The little girl smiled. "In a manner of speaking." She walked to the
table and set the book on it. She opened it up and produced a pen from
nowhere; A very special pen made of a red-golden feather that was tipped
in flames.
The Enchanter recognized it immediately; A Phoenix pen. "You...you are
Prizm?"
The girl grinned at him mischievously. "Yes."
The Enchanter looked at her. She was writing more in the book. He
realized something else. "You know the ancient script for that book."
The Enchanter realized not for the first time just how mysterious his
trading partner was. Someone who knew the ancient script, and could use
it in the ancient book he provided could secure reality changes that
could go unnoticed even by low-level gods.
She let her pen float out of her hand and it burst into flames and
disappeared into the void to be called when she needed it again. She
closed the book and leveled her gaze at him.
"There are a lot of forces against that woman you met last night. You
saw how bright her Fire is, undimmed by all the doo-doo she's gone
through in her life. She could have a wonderful future, but she needs a
guardian. Someone close to her who can make sure things don't get turned
against her favor again. One of the more, horrifying marks against her
is her...inability to reproduce, and she so wanted a daughter."
"And you gave yourself as one?" The older man blanched. "You've
sentenced yourself to a weaker form, people will trace you, come for
you."
The girl held up the book, "why did you think I asked for this? It?s the
only thing that could solidify my new life. It rewrote her history and
mine to coincide. I am now biologically her daughter and she my mother.
She is no longer afflicted with the curses set upon her and I have a
long time to practice my craft in secret with, might I remind you, a
fresh developing mind that can learn and grow faster than an adult."
The old man was silent. He looked at the book in her hands. "If you know
the ancient script then you have the power to change me."
The girl set the book down and approached him. She smiled sincerely,
making a very cute expression. "If I had wanted to do that, you would
not have woken up as you have. Remember the Spirit of The Rule;
betrayals of a pact will often complicate your position rather than
secure it. We both entered this with an amount of trust in each other. I
still trust you, do you still trust me?"
The older man looked down at her smiling face and big eyes. He broke
from her gaze and felt a warmth within him that betrayed his spirit
heart beating faster. He didn't need to speak, but felt he should voice
his inner intentions anyway.
"I do still trust you." He stood before her. His blue robes spread out
wide with a flourish. His hat levitated from the ground to his head. "I
suspect you already knew that though."
She nodded and turned to the table. She picked up the book and held it
with one arm and reached her other towards the cake. She dipped a finger
into the frosting and tasted it. "Mmmm." She sucked the frosting off her
finger and turned back to the older man. "If you want to come back later
I'm having all my friends over for my birthday party. We need a good
magician for party tricks."
The older man laughed. Then he suddenly realized something. There was a
question that had hit him the night before that he only now thought to
ask, "Oh, by the way, how old are you?"
The girl smiled and held up four fingers. "This many," then giggled as
she ran up the stairs.
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