cgraven
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This is a closed thread for Blaanid and C G Raven. You are invited to read along and enjoy.
Past present and future the three accepted state of time the one fixed commodity in an ever changing world, or is it. Einstein was not the first to proposed that time itself might me a demission that could be transited. Just suppose that time could be bent. That you could step from the present to the past, or from the past to the future as easily as one takes a step through an open doorway. Now just suppose that that step was taken unwittingly and a very capable modern young lady suddenly found herself in the Dark ages where country folk still believed in demons, witches, and spirits that had to be appeased with offerings. That is just the situation that our young heroin finds herself in.
It all started on a summer’s afternoon in a forest deep with in the Carpathian mountains. A simple hike up to the alpine line and through the pass to a quaint village that had been hardly touched by the passage of time. The storm that blew up out of nowhere, the driving rain, and the numbing cold where not. Night was descending over the mountains and the storm raged hope fast fading until the peel of a church bell its clarion call a promise of hope that drew our young heroin on until she saw the faint flickering of light ahead. A promise of salvation or was it?
Past present and future the three accepted state of time the one fixed commodity in an ever changing world, or is it. Einstein was not the first to proposed that time itself might me a demission that could be transited. Just suppose that time could be bent. That you could step from the present to the past, or from the past to the future as easily as one takes a step through an open doorway. Now just suppose that that step was taken unwittingly and a very capable modern young lady suddenly found herself in the Dark ages where country folk still believed in demons, witches, and spirits that had to be appeased with offerings. That is just the situation that our young heroin finds herself in.
It all started on a summer’s afternoon in a forest deep with in the Carpathian mountains. A simple hike up to the alpine line and through the pass to a quaint village that had been hardly touched by the passage of time. The storm that blew up out of nowhere, the driving rain, and the numbing cold where not. Night was descending over the mountains and the storm raged hope fast fading until the peel of a church bell its clarion call a promise of hope that drew our young heroin on until she saw the faint flickering of light ahead. A promise of salvation or was it?