I was troubled deeply by the unexpected turn of events. It had been a few days since I herd from Yagel Swift Pen and the Spirit of Fancying.
Back in 2001 I was hired by the Spirit of True Love who had helped the relationship of two contestants on a cheesy reality tv show to develop. My task was to help show that this was real, it was meant to create a genuine sense of well being.
But the Trolls did not think much of it, and they made their feelings known, but that was ancient history
So much had happened since then, like 9/11
The rise of Web 2.0
I thought I had seen the last of those from the Mythical Realms.
The question remained, how could I do what they wanted me to do, make sure that Brimanda succeeded. It was not like the old days, things had moved on.
We had Bebo, MySpace, FaceBook
Nothing like that when I practised as a Devil's Advocate and Cynic in Residence. Heck I was no longer a Cyber Devil's Advocate no more. In 2002 with work thin on the ground I had been drafted to act as a Cyber Devils Advocate, but now budget cuts meant I was back out of work.
I had picked up a part time job as a Cyber Guardian, but that had come to an end.
But still my mind was racing, The Spirit of Fancying was kind of like an embryo love, but love from afar, love unrequited. It could seldom cross the boundary into true love. It was the Spirit of True Love who could do that, but now she was gone. They said she committed suicide, but I never bought that. We had every reason to believe we were going to win at the trial, but then the judge got sick, and we had a postponement, just before the verdict. It all seemed fishy to me, especially when I was escorted back to the world of Mortals and the portal was shut.
I never even got the chance to say goodbye to the Guardian of Mortal Struggle, (Formally Ares God of War)
As I wandered down to the coffee shop, I glanced in the press, maybe there was something I could use, to help generate this warm fuzzy feeling I needed.
I would have thought Chiggy would have done that, but a lot of people were cynical about that one, even their fellow housemates. I had liked Brimanda, it was kind of like a slow burn, and a more gentle affair. I could see how the Spirit of Fancying would be involved, and also the way, Brimanda could never quite get of the ground revealed that this Spirit still had a lot to learn, before she could take over as a new spirit of love.
The trashy tabloids all had how Brian wanted Amanda and How Amanda had wanted Brian. Even how Davina had been playing Cupid. Could it be that I was not needed after all. It would be great if they could get together in the real world, all by themselves, exactly as it is meant to be. If Brimanda were to fail, then gloom and cynicism would further infest the collective unconsciousness, making a further bridge to our world. The Orcs would have a field day as humans would not have a defence against a dimension doorway.
As I read the tabloids further, even the guys I backed, the twins, before this all blew up were pursuing a media and recording career that kind of preserved their innocent image. A warm fuzzy feeling surely now must be being generated to protect our world. As for the civil war, that was out of my hands, like so many civil wars we see in our world on the tube every night.
I thought I would go out for a stroll to the lake near my apartment, and feed a few ducks.
Suddenly, there was that smell of salt peter, but this was different somehow, and more intense.
In horror I saw a dimension door open.
Out struggled a man in his early forties, I could not believe it, it was the Guardian of Mortal struggle. He stumbled and then sank to his knees in the grass and fell forward. In his back was an arrow. From it I could smell the whiff of Hind's blood, the only thing that could kill one of these spirits. As the guardian lay dying he whispered, "sister, my middle sister" and then died.
I stood back, as his body started to glow red and then fade away, the grass underneath blackened.
There was crack of thunder behind me. I turned around, and in the air, another dimension door was opening. I dived for the nearest tree, as I saw the ugly head of an orc fired an arrow in my direction. It hit the ground, where it promptly incinerated. From my hiding place behind a tree, I could just see through the dimension door. Behind the orc, was another robed figure. I could not hear what they were saying, but the orc was clearly under the command of the hooded figure.
As the dimension door closed, I sank to the ground. This time arguing in cyber space like last time, would not be enough. If these guys could take out the Guardian of Mortal Struggle, then they were playing Hard ball.
Who was next for an incinerating Arrow?
The Spirit of fancying?
Yagel
Me?
This middle sister that the Guardian of Mortal Struggle had mentioned before he died
Or could it even be Brimanda...
The race was now on...
To be continued....