DETOUR: THE SCALES BECOME BALANCED
Enad's other child
quietly stared at the wall, perplexed at this sudden change of events. It
couldn't understand them, and so it laid its head down on the nearby couch and
began to rest. It calmly began to dream when it awoke with a jolt. It had
heard two children laughing, and perhaps the slight movement of a dolphin's
flipper. "No, it couldn't be," Enad's child said, as it began to
fall asleep again...
T. G. Taft stared at the shining Earth below as one
of Iffley's shuttles moved toward the City of Remembrance. He grasped the
Diadem tightly in his left hand and grabbed the Sabre in his right. He began
Notice: This story is
being interrupted for an important news flash. Bronson Colt Randolf, that is,
the Bronson Colt Randolf, is sick. Prognosis indicates an overdose of
spells. The entire Earth is asked to stay calm and patient; any and all
prayers will be appreciated. I repeat: This is not a test. We return you to
our story, already in progress.
replied, "No, Iffley, we cannot credit you with the victory over the
stood in astonishment, wondering how Von Burlich had escaped. "Was his
single ship more powerful than my entire fleet?"
shook his head, obviously dissappointed in the Restorer. "What I said,
was that you could not be credited." He signalled at Light, and
she brought in an old mentor.
continued, "It was the Ranierian fleet, headed by Madison here, that
destroyed the Fashigal. Therefore, he too has a right to be a
smiled brightly. "Yes. He threw a few shots at us, but they bounced right
off our shields. Heh."
looked up, and continued. "But why am I here? The moment I get back from
the massacre I was asked by one of the Historians to come here. This isn't
about that Ranierian trip Dion and I made again is it? Listen--I thought we
gained curiosity. "You knew, then, about the Historians?"
turned slightly. "Iffley, I know more about this place than you ever
will. I once conducted a study for Bronson--but, then," --he shrugged his
shoulders-- "what have I not done for Bronson?"
shook his head and gave a glance to Taft, who was trying so hard to supress a
huge laugh that he was instead making strange nasal sounds. He immediately
changed the subject.
if I am to assume correctly, the person who gets 'It Who is Blue' becomes
nodded. "That is correct." He nodded at Light who handed the
Historian the Staff of Excho. Beam in turn gave the Staff to Madison.
"This gift to Madison will be an attempt to even the odds: After all
Iffley, you have two Keys, your brother has two more, and Adel also has two:
Madison will have access to only the Staff and the Tiara."
jolted at the mention of the Tiara, making a slight grunt. The others stared
at him, and he sat back once again. Taft decided that he was sleepy. He
decided that he had worked too much and was in no mood to listen to a bunch of
boring talk about history. And so he began to nod off again, gently letting
his thoughts meld together. He decided that he was going to write another
story in a couple of days, and began to dream of the setting and plot. Little
did he know that he was fading away in the real world--for he held the Diadem
in his left hand.
awoke about an hour later, wondering where he was. Luckily his dream had not
completely left him, for he stayed immaterial: But as soon as he realized what
was going it was too much of a struggle to both listen and think of nothing
important at the same time.
Historians were talking with five other people, three men and two women, and
Iffley and Madison were nowhere in sight. Taft flew beneath a bush where he
could think material thoughts and listened closer to the argument. He observed
a strange black thing that one of them, a man, carried: He recognized it as
something Iffley had described; a forenik or something like that.
was that man that was speaking then. "So Iffley will probably go to T'mir
to search for Blue Ledic--Madison will follow knowing that Iffley will do what
is right. Computations correct, Ranet?"
will be the exact balance, sir."
man smiled. "They drained our universe of demons, the Force, and Adena:
But this will even the balance again."
group nodded. Suddenly a young man walked in, and motioned the group to leave.
"It is time to prepare the travel arrangements," he announced. The
group left to go to another part of the City.
Historians now alone, fell to the ground. Beam was the first to speak.
"We have given up on the Restorer--and the father of the Thief. We no
longer should be Historians."
cried. "But they were Wizards--they controlled our thoughts..."
**T. G. Taft**
Casablanca zoomed as it was pulled by the Madison's tractor
beam. Iffley didn't like relying on Bronson, but Madison would have gotten to
T'mir a lot faster than the Casablanca would have. Perhaps he and
Madison should collaborate for the moment--at least until they reached T'mir
to search for It Who Is Blue. He looked out of the bridge window, beholding
the lovely planet of Saturn and its brightest moon, T'mir. He frowned as he
heard Madison on the Radio: "Prepare for standard orbit,
Casablanca to be released--wait for me, Iffley."
prepared a shuttle and waited for Madison; then they together took off towards
the rest of the crew shook in fright as they saw the huge thing that came from
the other side of T'mir as soon as the shuttle was released. They literally
stood in fright: A strange, black line seemed to reflect nothing in the
T'mirian sky. It moved closer and closer to the moon, and it grew in size to
of the crew members screamed. "That's a fortenmik! I heard Iffley talking
huge fortenmik, now twice the size of T'mir, continued on its path of
destruction, taking in bits and pieces of the satellite at a time. And then,
as if it had never been, T'mir disappeared completely from Terna.
Casablanca stood in open space, trying desperately to sustain an orbit
somewhere. The Madison ran away, valiantly hoping to escape the now
vanished fortenmik. And back on earth, the Ranierian wizards Ozino, Ranet,
Excho, Phumos, and Wisdym awaited to enter their own little fortenmik.
go." said Clifford, the caretaker of Reminiscence, motioning at the
little group. "The Universes are now balanced again." Little did he
know that he had let slip a small ghost-like form into the fortenmik before
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