This time there was a bit of a twist, though; I *did* know where my classes were but I couldn't go because I was too busy finishing my laundry.
(*stops telepathetically transmitting evil clown images to jock*)
had a dream that I was dying, and I was in the dr's office, so I tried to use this machine, and it cloned me.
so the first me died, and the clone was looking like it wasn't gonna make it, so I cloned another one, and that one died, and in the end there were four corpses; the real me and three clones, but the first clone made it.
so I (actually clone #1) was lying among these corpses, and the dr came in and said "okay, get up. Go to the nurse, and she'll show you how to clean out the corpses. You'll need to make an incision in the belly to drain the blood..."
And I'm like eww. I'm not gonna do that, but then I go and look for the nurse, and I can't find her, and I realize that I'm going to have to clean the corpses, and it's not fair to make anyone else do it, because after all, it's my corpse.
But then, I realize, I'm only a clone. I might not be as good or as real as the original...
weird. cuz now I feel like I'm only a clone. like it wasn't just a dream.
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Islamic gov of Malaysian state holds "marital lullaby contest"
Snip from AP story:
[The] Islamic government of the northeastern [Malaysian] state of Kelantan will hold a lullaby contest for wives singing their husbands to sleep. [...]
Nik Aziz said the lullaby contest will strengthen family ties. "This is important. For example, a husband returns home tired and when the wife sings to him, he can sleep soundly," he said. "When he awakes, he is a happy man and this will help build a great relationship between husband and wife."
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(Warning: it appears my subconscious is fond of _Batman of the Future_ fanfic.
It's not my fault --- it has a mind of its own.)
Batman in Gotham City; Terry McGuiness, who broke in to Bruce Wayne's mansion
and stole the batsuit to avenge the death of his father. Now overseen by the
aging and cynical Wayne from the console in the batcave, Terry goes out
righting wrongs and beating up the bad guys in traditional style.
Except this particular bad guy, this particular night, is refusing to be
beaten up. Terry had been investigating a rash of unusual disappearances;
young people, from all walks of life, all outsiders, just vanishing. On
spotting this particular guy, he decided that he was worth investigating:
people flying without equipment are either superheroes or supervillains, and
the JLA isn't in town.
Unfortunately the guy is rather tougher than Terry thought. He seems to be
using all kinds of psychic powers: chucking stuff around without touching it,
energy bolts, hypnosis --- although that doesn't work too well through the
batsuit's visor. It's one of the energy bolts that finally does for Terry; it
fries the suit's electronics, and he falls to the ground, stunned.
The strange man lands next to the fallen Batman and slowly walks up to him.
Curiously, he pulls of the hood, and looks at the face underneath; and then
holds his hand up to Terry's face, as if trying to sense something. He slowly
starts to laugh quietly. Stripping off and discarding the suit, he lifts
Terry into the air with his mind, unzips a glowing white portal in the air,
and they both step through and are gone.
Elsewhere in Gotham, Bruce Wayne stares at a blank screen and starts swearing
* * *
When Terry comes to, he doesn't recognise his surroundings. He's in some
high-tech building, but when he looks out the window, there's no surrounding
landscape --- the ground leads on a short distance and the just stops. He
quickly finds out he's in a pocket universe called the Citadel, and there's
no way back to Gotham. Only the man who kidnapped him and the other people at
the Citadel can open portals back to Earth; he calls himself the Master, and
he's trying to train wizards. Sort of. He's looking for people with latent
psychic ability, who he then abducts off to the Citadel and trains to use
that ability. Once trained, the new Adepts 'graduate' and head off...
somewhere... to where work needs to be done that only they can do.
Terry doesn't like the place. The Master runs a cult of personality, and
that's not the only thing that's cultish about the Citadel. The students
there --- disciples --- practically worship the Master, despite the bizarre
and occasionally downright horrible training regime; it appears there's a
tremendous kick out of using your new-found psychic abilities, and he's the
only route they have to doing that.
Speaking of which, it turns out that Terry himself has tremendous abilities,
if only they were properly harnessed; and the Master is determined that they
shall be harnessed. Terry resists at first, but quickly realises that the
only way out is through one of the Master's own portals; and the only way of
*getting* to one of those is to get on the Master's good side. The fact that
he's being imprisoned in a tiny cell deep underground with no food or water
It's that first acquiesence that the Master's looking for. As soon as Terry
finds himself able to *do* things, the Master has him hooked; he's very good
at what he does. The prison cell is the stick. Being able to do magic (and
having far better quarters) is the carrot. Terry keeps searching for a way
out, but with less and less persistance, and finally starts making excuses
that while he's here he might as well learn as much as he can... it's a
He does miss home, and Dana, his girlfriend from Gotham City. However,
included in the carrot is an introduction to Keroon, the Master's daughter;
as the Master had planned, they get on quite well together. Keroon is a
Thirteenth Level Adept, second only in power to the Master, the only Thirteen
not to have graduated. She's nothing like her father, and is a plump, friendly
girl, quite unlike Dana. While *innocent* is not entirely the right word,
she's easily manipulated by her father. Terry rapidly finds himself
forgetting about going home.
He learns fast. The same skills and qualities that made him such a good Batman
make him a good magician. He learns telekinesis; telepathy; extra-sensory
perception; the ability to open portals between the lesser worlds (but not,
it should be noted, to the major worlds such as Earth); invulnerability to the
elements... each milestone is punctuated by a ceremony designed to reinforce
the student's belief in his own powers, and coincidentally the student's
belief in the Master's own superiority. The ceremony to mark Terry's
invulnerability to the elements, for example, involves being transported to
the Elemental Plane of Fire and being shackled to the floor of a chamber
while a wave of rolls over him... afterwards, he gets sprayed down with
water, which explodes into steam of Terry's own red-hot but undamaged flesh.
It still hurts.
Later, Terry says to the Master: "What's wrong with the Plane of Water? At
least it wouldn't be as hot there..."
The Master frowns. "The Plane of Water is alive. Conscious. Aware. It has its
own agenda. We don't go there."
* * *
Despite the fact he's learning far faster than the other disciples, Terry is
not disliked. Partly this is because Keroon adores him, and everyone likes
Keroon; but mostly it's because he's close to the Master. The younger
disciples have their own secrets and rumours, however, and these don't get
passed on to him.
So he only finds out about Yleth when he finally becomes a full Adept, a
Thirteen, and hears about the Master's great triumph.
Yleth is a god. One of the Powers beyond space and time, It embodies
corruption and foulness. Long ago, back before Keroon was born and her mother
was still alive, Yleth was in a great battle with the awareness within the
Plane of Water, and the Master's old domain was in the centre of it. The
Master and his wife fought back; their powers were strong, but Yleth was a
Power. They were unable to stop Yleth flowing around and over their domain,
but in one final, cataclysmic battle they managed to seal it off from Yleth's
power. The struggle fatally wounded Keroon's mother, but the place that was
to later become the Citadel was made safe from Yleth's power --- forever. A
tiny bubble of light, floating through Yleth's foul ocean.
That night, after the ceremony, Keroon tells Terry the rest of it. The
Master's will managed to keep her mother long enough for Keroon to be born,
but as her umbilical cord was cut, so the last spark of life left her mother.
Alone in the barren domain with a newborn child, the Master suffers a crisis
of the soul, and eventually finds a new purpose: to train Adepts to fight
Yleth and all Its kind. She shows him a sealed room, deep within the Citadel.
In it, there is a very special portal. When the Master feels they are ready,
he takes the graduate Adepts into the room; there, unseen, they pass through
this portal, and it takes them to whereever they are needed the most.
But she also admits that sometimes, in a darkest hours of the morning, Keroon
dreams of Yleth. She feels him, beyond, somewhere, aware of her but biding
Its time, awaiting some future purpose. She trusts the Master implicitly, and
he says that their bubble is impenetrable, but sometimes she loses faith. She
is glad that Terry is here now; with his help, she feels double safe...
* * *
Time passes. Around him, the other disciples work up through the levels,
become full Adepts, and then, one by one, graduate and pass through the
portal below. Terry remains, and so does Keroon. He asks, but the Master just
frowns again, and says, "The time is not right. There is still much for you
to learn." And time passes again.
* * *
Very suddenly, one day, things change. Terry and Keroon are currently the only
Thirteens in the Citadel, and as such their duties include teaching the
lower-level disciples. During one class, early in the morning, Keroon feels
that there is something she should be attending to. Not that there's anything
wrong, exactly, but just that there is something on the edge of her
attention... the feeling has been there for some weeks now, gradually
growing. She decides to do something about it, and so dismisses the next
class, returns to their suite, and sits cross-legged in the air in the middle
of the room. She enters a deep meditative state, extending her awareness
throughout her body.
What's changed is immediately obvious: she is no longer alone. There is
another life there, a small one, but with its own distinct voice. She is
In some shock, she studies the tiny mind in her abdomen. It is unformed and
very simple, but there is awareness there, and it recognises her touch and
responds to it. And as it does so, something elsewhere shifts.
Far away, she feels a third awareness suddenly awaken. It is unlike her unborn
child; ancient, complex, scheming, reeking of corruption and evil. Yleth. Its
amorphous eyes focus on her in dark glee, in anticipation of a plan
fulfilled. It begins to reach out towards her, and the tiny presence within
her recoils in sudden terror and emits a plaintive appeal to her for help.
Keroon tries to keep Yleth out, but to no avail, because Yleth is *already
inside her*, ingrained into every atom of her body, and like calls to like...
she snaps out of the trance and falls to the ground, but the infinite ocean
of evil that is Yleth has already touched her and starts welling up from
In sudden pain beyond anything the Master inflicted, she screams and collapses
onto the ground, writhing. Ectoplasmic grey slime oozes from every pore and
forms wriggling worms of fetid ichor slither over her body. Deep within,
Yleth's awareness is focusing deep down, onto the wailing mote inside her
abdomen... but it still manages to speak to her:
"You serve Me," It says. "As your mother served Me. As your father serves Me
still. As your child will serve Me. Your mother was offered to Me, and you
were offered to Me, but your child I will *take*." Its mental voice, oily and
glistening, rises in unholy glee. "I will take the child, and I will *be* the
child, and through the child I will walk the worlds. And I will have
The outside world is merely a red blur to Keroon, seen through a haze of pain.
She can feel her body being seared with corruption from the inside out; the
feeling of damage is far worse than the physical pain itself... she struggles
in terror to think, to come up with some plan, but there is nothing, and she
cries out to Terry for help.
But then she remembers something, some half forgotten piece of lore: Yleth
once fought the Plane of Water.
With the last vestige of her strength, she summons a portal to the Plane of
Water, scrabbles forward, and falls through it.
* * *
In the middle of a class, Terry suddenly staggers forward, clutching his head.
"Keroon!" He abruptly runs for the door. Behind him, a Twelth Level disciples
* * *
The Plane of Water gently receives Keroon. She floats quietly in a serene blue
expanse, all pain gone, in an ocean of peace. The living water permeates her:
not invasively, but gently and tenderly. It flows through her body and out
every pore, and as it does so it takes every last atom of taint and
corruption, disease and decay... faintly, she can just make out Yleth,
screaming in frustration as it loses her hold on her... and as it does so, it
also washes free all of her father's manipulation and half-truths. She finds
herself thinking clearly for the first time in a very long time.
After a while, the spirit of the waters lets Keroon become aware of it. It
quietly informs her that while she is welcome, this is not her place, and she
must leave --- soon, but not necessarily immediately. All oceans are one
ocean, it says. Many places are open to her.
Keroon thinks rapidly, and with unprecedented clarity. Terry once told her
about... what was his name?
* * *
Half-way up the stairs, Terry staggers again. This time the shock is external;
the ground trembles slightly, and he can hear the metal structure of the
Citadel groan in sympathy. At the same time, just for an instant, an immense
wave of hatred and frustration bursts across him, but then all is quiet
again. He glances round, but continues upward to the Master's sanctum.
Outside, there are two Tenth Level guards, but they know him, and he goes
straight through. He is now in the antechamber to the Master's private
office. He raises his hand to knock on the door, but something --- some old
instinct, learnt in Gotham City, perhaps? --- makes him pause. There are
voices coming from inside.
"That is unfortunate," says the Master.
"It is most unfortunate for you," says another voice, somehow oily and
distasteful, seething with hatred. "I will not be denied."
"All is not lost," says the Master. "The situation can be recovered. Does our
agreement still stand?"
"Fulfill your end of the bargain," says the other voice, "and I will fulfill
mine. Do not fail me again."
Terry shakes his head --- irrelevant --- and knocks. "Come," says the Master.
Terry enters, and falls to one knee in front of the Master's desk.
"Master," he gasps, "Something terrible has happened..."
"I am aware," says the Master, standing and walking abstractedly around the
desk. "She is my daughter, after all. She has been taken."
"What's happened?" Terry cries. "There was just... pain... and then she was
The Master rests one hand on Terry's shoulder and looks with compassion into
his eyes. "My beloved disciple," he says quietly. "You must be strong. Keroon
has been stolen from us by the Plane of Water."
"The Plane of...?"
"I fear the worst. If she ever returns to us, she will be changed." The
Master's gaze lifts to the huge window that forms one wall of the office;
outside, the grounds extend a short way and then there is nothing but the
blue of the sky. "We will have been consumed by the will of the waters. We
may never be able to trust her again."
* * *
Keroon bobs to the surface, spits out some water, and stares in amazement at
She has spent practically all of her life in the Citadel. The idea that a
place could be so large, and so full of life, astounds her. And so... dark.
It does not look like a comfortable place.
Indeed, it is not. Gotham City is not a good place to be if you do not know
where you are going, and Keroon is wandering aimlessly. However, she is a
Thirteenth Level Adept; she has powers far beyond what her frame suggests,
and when a gang of Jokers try to mug her, and maybe have some fun at her
expense, she barely breaks stride.
After a few moments a thought strikes her; pinning one of the thugs against a
wall without laying a hand on him, she asks him where she can find a certain
person. In a city the size of Gotham, finding one man is a nigh-impossible
task. But everybody knows this name, and shortly afterwards she lands in the
grounds of Wayne Manor and knocks on the door.
Terry's disappearance had hit Bruce Wayne hard. He was an old man when Terry
met him, keeping himself alive by cynicism and sheer iron willpower alone.
Terry's disappearance, while on the job that Bruce sent him out to do, broke
that will. It's been eight months now, and he's a faded wreck of a man, just
sitting alone in a darkened house waiting to die. Keroon's first words,
however, revitalise him: "Wow. You don't look as impressive as Terry said."
After picking Wayne up off the floor and giving him a quick burst of psychic
healing --- he has a weak heart --- Keroon sits him on the sofa and starts
explaining, as best she can. "He should just come *home*." Wayne explodes
eventually. "His family think he's dead."
"I'm not sure he remembers he has one," Keroon says, scratching the side of
his head. "He may need some help."
"Whatever it takes," Wayne says grimly, straightening up, but suddenly sags
back again, clutching his side. "But I'm not worth much these days."
Keroon starts smiling. "You should meet a friend of mine..."
* * *
Deep in the bowels of the Citadel, light flares in a corner as a portal opens.
Keroon steps through, followed by Wayne. They are both dripping wet, and
Wayne looks twenty years younger --- and a little wild-eyed. "If I'm going to
keep this up, I should take a towel," Keroon says, wringing out the tail of
Behind her, Wayne recovers his composure. "Where are we?" he asks, all
"Deep underground," Keroon says. "I couldn't risk going back to the suite, I'm
afraid... I don't think we should meet anyone until we've found Terry."
"Good idea," Wayne grunts. He is unarmed, apart from his stick; nothing in his
armoury can match the Adepts.
They cautiously make their way up through the Citadel, avoiding the disciples.
Keroon can totally dominate the weaker ones, so that they simply don't notice
her; the stronger ones, however, she has to put to sleep, and so they leave a
trail of bodies behind them.
They find Terry wandering aimlessly around the corridors. Keroon sees him
first, and motions to Wayne to stay hidden. "Terry!" she calls. He spins, and
as he sees her his jaw drops.
"Keroon!" he cries, and runs forward and takes her into his arms. "Oh, thank
god, you're here... it's okay, the Master can make it all better again...
Keroon kisses him lightly and finally manages to persuade him to put her down.
"Terry," she says. "Terry, there's someone--- Terry listen. There's someone
you should see."
Wayne steps out from behind the corner. "McGuiness." Terry looks as if he's
"Mr. Wayne," he manages. "What are you doing here?"
"I might ask you the same question," Wayne says. "What exactly have you been
doing during the past eight months?"
"I... I..." Terry stutters. Wayne continues relentlessly: "Your mother thinks
you are dead, McGuiness. I thought you were dead."
Terry is caught between his old life and his new life, and frantically
searches around for a means to reconcile them. His gaze falls on Keroon.
"You!" he cries. "The Master warned me of this! You're possessed, this is
Keroon shakes her head. "No trick, Terry. Give me your hand." She takes his
hand and places it on her belly. "Feel that? My body cannot lie to you."
Another metaphorical poleaxe lands on Terry's head. "What does this mean?" he
says feebly. Keroon sighs. "It means we're going to have a baby, Terry," she
says, and kisses him again. "Do you love me?" she asks.
"Of course," Terry replies.
"Do you *trust* me?" she continues.
Terry hesitates, and comes to a decision. "Yes."
Keroon smiles happily, hugs him tightly for a moment, and then pushes him
backwards into a portal that she has opened behind him.
"A baby?" Wayne says.
* * *
Terry has returned from the Plane of Water. He and Keroon are sitting in a
corner with their arms around each other, comparing notes. Wayne is nearby,
looking out a window at the abbreviated landscape.
Terry eventually comes to a decision. "I must go and see the Master. We owe
him that." Keroon is unhappy, but sees the justification --- he is her
father, after all. She wants to go with him, but Terry persuades her to stay
behind with Wayne. "Besides," he adds, "there's something I rather think we
should check out." "What?" Keroon asks. "The graduation portal. Have you ever
seen it? I want to know exactly what's going on here."
They make their farewells --- Terry pausing briefly to mutter, "Wait 'til I
tell mom she's going to have grandchildren," --- and Terry leaves for the
Master's sanctum. Keroon and Wayne head downstairs.
Some of the sleeping bodies have been found, and there's a little commotion
rising, but they manage to avoid it all and quickly find themselves outside
the ritually sealed doors leading to the graduation portal. Keroon studies
the seals with some trepidation. Trying to open the doors using her psychic
abilities will set of all kinds of alarms.
Wayne snorts. "What about a lock pick?" He pulls out a small electronic
device. Being purely mechanical, it completely bypasses the psychic wards,
and the door swings open.
The portal is inactive, a simple archway in the centre of the ritual circles.
Keroon stares at it. There's something about it she doesn't like. She slowly
approaches, and reaches out to it, activating it just enough to be able to
tell what's on the other side...
A horribly familiar miasma rolls off it, and she jumps backwards. Yleth. Now
she knows what to look for, she can sense the psychic echoes of what has
happened in here. The Thirteenth Level Adepts would enter this room, proud
and eager, and then one by one they would step through the portal, and then
Yleth would *consume* them. She can sense their pain and horror... her father
has been sacrificing his own disciples to the slime god Yleth.
She throws up.
Wayne holds her head until she has finished. "We have to find Terry," she
gasps hoarsely. "Quickly. But first..." She reaches out both hands, and in a
flare of energies calmly blasts the portal out of existence.
* * *
Yleth blinks, its eye burnt out. Its patience is exhausted. The tiny bubble it
has harboured for so long is no longer useful to it; therefore it must be
The Citadel shudders again, and outside, the flat blue sky abruptly darkens.
Grey cloud appears to swirl, and then congeal, and slowly begins to seep
through the walls of the domain and ooze across the grounds surrounding the
Citadel. Slime, falling from above, spatters over the buildings.
A few disciples are outside; they flee for the Citadel in terror. Most of them
* * *
Keroon flies up the centre of the stairwell, pulling Bruce Wayne along behind
her. Around her, the Citadel creaks and shudders from the impacts on the
roof. The disciples who had been guarding the Master's sanctum have fled, and
she blasts the door asides and storms in.
The Master is standing behind is desk, hands clasped behind him, facing the
broad window. The grey slime has risen half-way up the side of the building.
Terry McGuiness stands beside him, face blank.
"Terry?" Keroon says, suddenly uncertain. Wayne steps up behind her, hands
tightening on his stick, wondering what he can do.
The Master turns. His expression his tight. "Daughter," he says. "You have
"No, father," Keroon replies. "I'm trying to save you."
The Master ignores her, and nods to Terry. "Disciple. Destroy her."
Terry, his face still blank, raises his hand, and energies suddenly swirl
around Keroon, lifting her off the floor. Pressure starts to build up,
"McGuiness! Stop!" Wayne barks, and moves forward, but a gesture from the
Master pins him in his tracks.
"I may be defeated," the Master says, very quietly, "but those who betray me
must still face the penalty."
Keroon struggles, but Terry is stronger than she is. The pressure is becoming
unbearable; he is slowly crushing her with his mind... she can sense that his
will has been totally obliterated by the Master. "Terry!" she cries again,
and reaches out with her will; not to strike him, but simply to reach him.
Somewhere, deeply buried, the real Terry McGuiness must still be there...
beside her, Bruce Wayne struggles fruitlessly.
The Master watches in silence, hating himself for what he is doing.
Keroon drops all her barriers and pours herself into Terry's mind. It is a
vast, echoing, empty place, filled only with distorted shadows of her
father... there, in the distance, there is a tiny spark, but she cannot reach
it. The outside world is going red now and closing in on her, and she feels
her strength waning.
Then, deep inside, her unborn child looks out through Keroon's mind, into
Terry's, and regards that spark. Something undefinable passes between them,
and Terry gasps and drops Keroon to the floor.
Terry sways, struggling to collect his thoughts; and then turns and blasts the
Master with every power at his command, pure hatred on his face. The Master,
caught unawares, is thrown backwards against the wall.
"Terry! No!" Keroon cries, and throws herself forwards to stop him, just as
the Master levels a bolt of his own back at Terry. The bolt strikes her in
the back and blows her across the room; she bounces off the wall and lands
motionless on the ground.
The Master stares in horror, something inside him finally broken. He and Terry
run over to her, their animosity forgotten. "Keroon?" he whispers.
Keroon is still alive, although very badly hurt. She looks up in a haze of
pain, and sees only her father. "Why?" she manages to say. "Why did you do
Horrifyingly, the Master begins to cry. "I had no choice," he says, weeping.
"It made me. I couldn't save your mother, but I had to save you... no matter
"But, but," Keroon says, "all those people..."
The Master shakes his head in self-disgust. "It was only meant for a little
while, but I, I *forgot*..."
"You defeated Yleth," she says numbly. "You said so."
"No, daughter," the Master whispers. "It defeated me."
Wayne steps forward. "I hate to break up the reunion," he says drily, and
points with his stick at the window. There is just a blank grey mass on the
other side of it, faintly iridiscent patterns swirling viscously. Suddenly,
there is a loud *snap*, and a crack appears diagonally across the window.
Beads of ooze begin to appear along it. The Citadel shudders more violently
as portions of it begin to collapse under Yleth's weight.
The Master whirls around, stretches both arms out on either side of him, and
focuses his will. The creaking and groaning quieten down, and the beads
shrink. "Go! Take her! I can hold it back for a while!"
Terry looks between Keroon and the Master. Keroon is quietly crying, and the
Master is already beginning to shake from the strain, eyes screwed shut and
sweat appearing on his forehead. His face hardens, and he kneels to gently
lift Keroon into his arms. A portal opens, and without looking back he steps
through into the Plane of Water.
Bruce Wayne pauses, regarding the Master. The other man's eyes open, and a
ghastly smile appears on his face. "Go," the Master says more quietly. "I
will find my own way."
Wayne nods grimly, but not without understanding, and steps through.
* * *
The Master feels the Citadel slowly empty around him. Portals pop open all
over the building, scooping up his disciples and taking them away to safety.
The strain is immense, nearly beyond what he can bear; but he feeds the
effort with twenty-five years of pain and self-hatred and guilt and sorrow
and he bears the load. Eventually, he is alone again.
Outside, one of the outbuildings suddenly implodes, crushed flat by Yleth's
The Master turns slowly, balancing Yleth's crushing weight on his shoulders.
The portal to the Plane of Water is open behind him, but he cannot pass
through and hold off Yleth at the same time. Unsupported, the buildings will
protect him for a few seconds at most; enough time, maybe, to run for the
But he has other plans.
He abruptly lets go, and reaches out for the portal. Behind him, the window
shatters and Yleth reaches for him; above and around, the Citadel begins to
collapse. Instead of passing through the portal, he opens it completely,
making it fully transparent. A solid wall of water pours out of it.
Standing in the middle of his office, as Yleth and the Plane of Water converge
on him, he knows that whatever happens, he has finally defeated Yleth; and he
* * *
This is the end of this story, but true stories are never finished. After all,
back on Earth, across the globe, bewildered, confused and newly cleansed
Adepts are staggering up the beaches. In the harbour of Gotham City, Bruce
Wayne and Terry McGuiness, all of his powers intact, climb wearily out of the
water. And half-way around the globe, Keroon's naked body lies unconscious on
a tropical beach, her unborn child waiting within her... and they all know
that nothing will ever be the same.
It's too bad I have to work and that I have tendonitis. I bet it would be fascinating if I actually wrote about what's happening to me right now.
I'm holding on to sanity, and I'm going through the motions, but insanity is in my head. I'm having bizarre ideation, thoughts of suicide, loads more weird stuff, and I'm still managing to function.
I think if I were able to log hour by hour,
some psychologist/psychiatrist would find it fascinating.