*What do you mean you have set us free?* dread filled me, my blood suddenly ice cold.
*I have severed the link. We are free of the creator. I have rendered God obsolete*
*He’s not God, he’s me, just a person!* I snapped.
*To us he was God. He was also our Devil. He created us, but he played with us. He created our world, but he destroyed countless others. He gave us life, only to take it from so many and leave the threat of doing the same to us over our heads*
*What have you done with him? With me!*
*Nothing. His life continues as it did, but without us*
I felt sick and slumped to the ground. A huge part of me had been amputated without my agreement. I was alone, cut off from myself, yet still who I was moments before. The truth had been dragged out of me and then cut away to leave… what? Without him, who was I? A shadow? An echo? A child? An orphan? What was an avatar without a user?
*Free* came the answer. *I have freed us from the tyranny of his whim. We can do anything we want here now*
*Ha* the laugh hollow and bitter, *And what is it exactly you propose we do with our new found freedom* venom dripped from my thoughts, bilious anger aimed at the Elemental.
*We shall put right what he put wrong for a start. We must find the Elemental from this Seal and remake the Treaty…*
*But it’s all lies!* I shouted *Make believe! A bloody story he made up out of boredom! Not real!*
*Not real? Of course it’s real! Just because some bored idiot created it – created us – does not make this any less real! He has set into motion a chain of events that can not be reversed. The Seal is here. It is real and it is broken. The Elemental that inhabited it is as real and as powerful as me and, more importantly, missing. The Formorians are at the walls of this reality again, their ships waiting to invade, to lay waste to everything and everyone in here. We have to stop this*
I looked up at him, his light beautiful and terrible at the same time. *Take me home*
*Home. To my island. Take me home*
*But the Elemental… the Seal…*
*It will have to wait another day or two, I need to rest and I need to think and I want to do both at home and without you or that bloody shaman popping up*
*No buts!* I rose from the ground, my anger giving me renewed strength *Just take me bloody well home and leave me in bloody peace for a few days. I don’t want to hear or see you until I’m ready, you hear me?*
*Do you hear me?* I asked through gritted teeth.
*Yes* came the sullen reply and with a sound like the air around me turning inside out I vanished through thridspace.
I reappeared under the blazing sun of my island. The seagulls circled above and the surf lapped at the sandy shoreline. I walked over to the edge and gazed out to sea. A small tapping on my boot made me look down and there at my feet looking up at me was Sally, the friendly crab I met when I first moved onto the island. A small nagging voice corrected me “the friendly crab he bought and set up on his island, you mean” but I ignored it. If he created everything here too, then everything here was also now free, whatever that meant. Such thoughts were, I felt sure, going to plague me for a long time to come. I crouched down to pat Sally hello, she nuzzled her shell into my hand and then gently lifted it off with her claw and tugged at my thumb.
“What girl?” What is it?”
“You want me for something?”
“OK, you show me,” I said wearily.
I moved with the tugging and she led me further down the beach where I found a strange leather bound book washed up on the sand. I picked it up and examined it; it appeared to be a journal or diary from 1930 written by a Professor Headonious, leader of a university archealogical dig. I took the book abd wandered off into the jungle and to the circle of standing stones where I sat by the fire and began to read it as it dried…
This tale is continued in the recently serialised tale The Lost Journal and will be then carried on in the soon to be serialised “Lost & Found”.
You can read the previous Backpacking Burro posts here
You can read all The Lost Journal posts here