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Short Story: Isle

Time flows differently in Avalon. Centuries can be just a minute that crawls pass in this Isle.

I have never really cared though. Time come and goes of its own accord. When the world needs my guidance again, I will be call upon.

Although this endless wait is neither here nor there, I long for the day I can see the world outside again. I want to see the changes, whether good or bad. I want to see how they rule in this ‘modern’ world.

That was a strange word to use. Maybe I need something they call a “dictionary”. That man, what was his name again? Einstein. He said to use ‘thee’ ‘thou’ and such in the new world would only call upon mortification. Not that I know why, it must have something to do with this ‘modern’ concept.

It’s odd how time can change even the language you speak.

He passed by earlier, muttering to himself. (Was it only a few minutes ago, or an eternity? I can never know.) Einstein’s words usage still confuses me. One of his mumbling speeches sounded a lot like E equals M C two. Maybe it is a new riddle? However much I love to solve riddles, and I must say I was the best of them, that one completely perplexed me.

In one of our conversations, he mentioned that he had invented the most dangerous weapon in his lifetime, one that could destroy the whole world if the user so choose. I was having doubts about his words and sanity then. Even a dragon could only pillage three villages at a time. A weapon that can destroy the world in one turn is impossible.

Or maybe it is possible? Who knows what they are capable of out there in the changing world? How much of a difference can one man make nowadays?

I could not even save the one I love most from crumbling so long ago.

It might be that I will not be needed after all this time of waiting.

Nothing is certain, except Time.

And how long will this wait be?

How long before I can see the sun’s light and not this gray unchanging mist?

Do I have to stay like this for always, questioning each and everything?

How much time has passed already, while I am thinking my thoughts?

Ah. Here comes Morgan now. Tell me sister, is it time?

Description
Short Story: Isle

Time flows differently in Avalon. Centuries can be just a minute that crawls pass in this Isle.

I have never really cared though. Time come and goes of its own accord. When the world needs my guidance again, I will be call upon.

Although this endless wait is neither here nor there, I long for the day I can see the world outside again. I want to see the changes, whether good or bad. I want to see how they rule in this ‘modern’ world.

That was a strange word to use. Maybe I need something they call a “dictionary”. That man, what was his name again? Einstein. He said to use ‘thee’ ‘thou’ and such in the new world would only call upon mortification. Not that I know why, it must have something to do with this ‘modern’ concept.

It’s odd how time can change even the language you speak.

He passed by earlier, muttering to himself. (Was it only a few minutes ago, or an eternity? I can never know.) Einstein’s words usage still confuses me. One of his mumbling speeches sounded a lot like E equals M C two. Maybe it is a new riddle? However much I love to solve riddles, and I must say I was the best of them, that one completely perplexed me.

In one of our conversations, he mentioned that he had invented the most dangerous weapon in his lifetime, one that could destroy the whole world if the user so choose. I was having doubts about his words and sanity then. Even a dragon could only pillage three villages at a time. A weapon that can destroy the world in one turn is impossible.

Or maybe it is possible? Who knows what they are capable of out there in the changing world? How much of a difference can one man make nowadays?

I could not even save the one I love most from crumbling so long ago.

It might be that I will not be needed after all this time of waiting.

Nothing is certain, except Time.

And how long will this wait be?

How long before I can see the sun’s light and not this gray unchanging mist?

Do I have to stay like this for always, questioning each and everything?

How much time has passed already, while I am thinking my thoughts?

Ah. Here comes Morgan now. Tell me sister, is it time?