Part XLIV: Sereth
Date: Yippah 13th, 114 A.U.
It was in the dark of night when the aircraft flew over the jungle foliage and stopped as ropes dropped down to the ground. Four darkened figures slid down the ropes to the top of the broken-down building, pausing and pointing their guns around before making sure that the coast was clear. And with that, as the aircraft flew off, they quickly climbed down from the building, turning on their night-vision goggles, and began to spread out from the building, searching for their quarry.
“Sereth!” Sereth stood up quickly from the carvings she was examining and ran out of the corridors of the building out into the open air to see one of her companions running toward her.
“Sereth! Sereth! Oh, there you are!”
“Och, what is it, Flen?”
“There are some elves here to see you! They say that they bear an important message from the Emperor!” Flen said, near breathless.
A message from the Emperor himself. Fat chance of that. But Sereth knew that she had to go along. “I donnae like this,” she muttered.
“Yes, well they didn’t seem to have much patience,” Flen said. “So if you can come back to camp-”
“Well, best to not keep them waiting,” Sereth said, hitching her backpack up higher. “Ah well, let’s see what they want.” She walked with Flen back to the camp, where Sereth saw two of the elves pacing while the other two were looking at the supplies.
“What are you doin’ with mae supplies?” Sereth asked as she steppe forward. “And what didst ye want with me?”
“Ah, are you Sereth?” one of the elves asked, as he strode forward.
“Och, well, I don’t see anyone else a’respondin’ to the naeme,” Sereth said. “What do ya want with me?”
“We’ve been given an important message from the Emperor,” the elf responded. “We’re from the elven guard and have been given the duty of finding you.”
“And what do ya want me for?” Sereth asked, still doubting if they really were given their message from the Emperor.
“According to our file on you, you have done some work at Tzel-Maret, is that right?” the elf asked.
“Ah, yes, Tzel-Maret,” Sereth said. “I remember it like it were yesterdae; a magnificent citadel it was, and with many good artifacts. But what do ya want me for? I haven’t been to Tzel-Maret for ten years, I believe; haven’t gone that far up north for a while.”
“The Emperor requests your presence at Tzel-Maret,” the elf said.
“What are ya trying to pull on me? Do ya mean to tell me that the Emperor himself wants an archaeologist and historian such as myself to go all the way north to Tzel-Maret?”
“Yes,” the elf said. “The Emperor is planning a visit to Tzel-Maret and requests your services as a guide.”
Thoughts flew past Sereth’s mind faster than she could catch them. Were they actually serious that the Emperor wanted her to come all the way up from here just to be his guide? But of course it would be an honor, but Sereth still had lingering doubts about their purpose… And what would the Emperor be wanting to do at Tzel-Maret?
“Well, I suppose that I donnae have much choice but to comply,” Sereth responded. “I assume you have proper identification and papers so that I know that you’re not trying to pull something on mae?”
“We have the papers,” the elf grumbled, fishing them out of his pack. “Now will ya come with me? I have to signal the ship to pick us up?”
“Well, I suppose I ought to,” Sereth said and she looked back at her companions. “But wait, will ya? What are my companions supposed to do? I just can’t exactly leave them here and we still have to pack up our equipment and-”
“We only have room on the ship for one person,” the elf snapped. “Your companions are going to have to stay here until you get back—if you get back, that is. “
“Are ya threatening me?”
“For crying out loud, I’m not threatening you, miss historian,” the elf said. “But I am merely pointing out that the Emperor does and the Emperor wills and if he decides to take you around for whatever places he wants to be visiting, you could very easily be gone for a long time.”
“But, my frien-”
“Well, they’re going to have to stay here, girl. We don’t have the space for them and we don’t have much time either.” The elf pointed to the aircraft that was flying toward them. “Now the ship is close to arrival. If you wanted to grab any other possessions before we went, it would be best to do it now before the ship gets here. We need to get going up to Tzel-Maret immediately. We have to catch another aircraft that’s going there in time and the Emperor does not like to be waiting on people.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Sereth grumbled as she looked around to try and see what she would have to grab. She usually packed most of the things she had in the backpack she carried around in case she ran into an emergency in one of the ruins, but just to make sure…
“You’re leaving us?” Flen asked, running up to her.
“Well, I’m afraid so,” Sereth replied, pursing her lips. “I can’t exactly argue much with him, seeing that he has the warrants and all, and I can’t think of any other options. I’ll be back here sooner than you know it, Flen. Just stick around these parts and when I’m free of my duties, I’ll return. I hope I’ll be seeing you again, then.”
“Yeah… same here…” Flen said glumly.
“Hey! The aircraft is here!” the elf yelled. “Get on over here so we can take off!”
“Very well, very well, hold your trousers,” Sereth said. And with that she turned from her friends and her past life ready to embark the air craft to take her to see the Emperor at Tzel-Maret. Because somehow, Sereth doubted that her life was going to do anything but take a sharp dramatic change. But for the worse or for the better, she couldn’t tell.
Question of the Day:What is at Tzel-Maret?
Date: Yippah 13th, 114 A.U.
It was in the dark of night when the aircraft flew over the jungle foliage and stopped as ropes dropped down to the ground. Four darkened figures slid down the ropes to the top of the broken-down building, pausing and pointing their guns around before making sure that the coast was clear. And with that, as the aircraft flew off, they quickly climbed down from the building, turning on their night-vision goggles, and began to spread out from the building, searching for their quarry.
“Sereth!” Sereth stood up quickly from the carvings she was examining and ran out of the corridors of the building out into the open air to see one of her companions running toward her.
“Sereth! Sereth! Oh, there you are!”
“Och, what is it, Flen?”
“There are some elves here to see you! They say that they bear an important message from the Emperor!” Flen said, near breathless.
A message from the Emperor himself. Fat chance of that. But Sereth knew that she had to go along. “I donnae like this,” she muttered.
“Yes, well they didn’t seem to have much patience,” Flen said. “So if you can come back to camp-”
“Well, best to not keep them waiting,” Sereth said, hitching her backpack up higher. “Ah well, let’s see what they want.” She walked with Flen back to the camp, where Sereth saw two of the elves pacing while the other two were looking at the supplies.
“What are you doin’ with mae supplies?” Sereth asked as she steppe forward. “And what didst ye want with me?”
“Ah, are you Sereth?” one of the elves asked, as he strode forward.
“Och, well, I don’t see anyone else a’respondin’ to the naeme,” Sereth said. “What do ya want with me?”
“We’ve been given an important message from the Emperor,” the elf responded. “We’re from the elven guard and have been given the duty of finding you.”
“And what do ya want me for?” Sereth asked, still doubting if they really were given their message from the Emperor.
“According to our file on you, you have done some work at Tzel-Maret, is that right?” the elf asked.
“Ah, yes, Tzel-Maret,” Sereth said. “I remember it like it were yesterdae; a magnificent citadel it was, and with many good artifacts. But what do ya want me for? I haven’t been to Tzel-Maret for ten years, I believe; haven’t gone that far up north for a while.”
“The Emperor requests your presence at Tzel-Maret,” the elf said.
“What are ya trying to pull on me? Do ya mean to tell me that the Emperor himself wants an archaeologist and historian such as myself to go all the way north to Tzel-Maret?”
“Yes,” the elf said. “The Emperor is planning a visit to Tzel-Maret and requests your services as a guide.”
Thoughts flew past Sereth’s mind faster than she could catch them. Were they actually serious that the Emperor wanted her to come all the way up from here just to be his guide? But of course it would be an honor, but Sereth still had lingering doubts about their purpose… And what would the Emperor be wanting to do at Tzel-Maret?
“Well, I suppose that I donnae have much choice but to comply,” Sereth responded. “I assume you have proper identification and papers so that I know that you’re not trying to pull something on mae?”
“We have the papers,” the elf grumbled, fishing them out of his pack. “Now will ya come with me? I have to signal the ship to pick us up?”
“Well, I suppose I ought to,” Sereth said and she looked back at her companions. “But wait, will ya? What are my companions supposed to do? I just can’t exactly leave them here and we still have to pack up our equipment and-”
“We only have room on the ship for one person,” the elf snapped. “Your companions are going to have to stay here until you get back—if you get back, that is. “
“Are ya threatening me?”
“For crying out loud, I’m not threatening you, miss historian,” the elf said. “But I am merely pointing out that the Emperor does and the Emperor wills and if he decides to take you around for whatever places he wants to be visiting, you could very easily be gone for a long time.”
“But, my frien-”
“Well, they’re going to have to stay here, girl. We don’t have the space for them and we don’t have much time either.” The elf pointed to the aircraft that was flying toward them. “Now the ship is close to arrival. If you wanted to grab any other possessions before we went, it would be best to do it now before the ship gets here. We need to get going up to Tzel-Maret immediately. We have to catch another aircraft that’s going there in time and the Emperor does not like to be waiting on people.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Sereth grumbled as she looked around to try and see what she would have to grab. She usually packed most of the things she had in the backpack she carried around in case she ran into an emergency in one of the ruins, but just to make sure…
“You’re leaving us?” Flen asked, running up to her.
“Well, I’m afraid so,” Sereth replied, pursing her lips. “I can’t exactly argue much with him, seeing that he has the warrants and all, and I can’t think of any other options. I’ll be back here sooner than you know it, Flen. Just stick around these parts and when I’m free of my duties, I’ll return. I hope I’ll be seeing you again, then.”
“Yeah… same here…” Flen said glumly.
“Hey! The aircraft is here!” the elf yelled. “Get on over here so we can take off!”
“Very well, very well, hold your trousers,” Sereth said. And with that she turned from her friends and her past life ready to embark the air craft to take her to see the Emperor at Tzel-Maret. Because somehow, Sereth doubted that her life was going to do anything but take a sharp dramatic change. But for the worse or for the better, she couldn’t tell.
Question of the Day:What is at Tzel-Maret?
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