The Virian Chronicler

Daren sprinted through the warehouse, a guard right on his heels. Ewan had been the first to be drugged, and as far as he knew, he was now in the hands of the Doctor’s guards. The King had a hand on his sword, but that gas would be faster than his sword. He had to take the man by surprise. The stairs were just ahead. Immediately before mounting them, Daren swung around and dove at the man’s legs, dragging him down to the ground. He snatched the gas cylinder from the man and sprayed it in his face, holding his breath. Then he dropped it and ran up the stairs. He found Andreas right where they’d left him. “A-Andreas!” he gasped out. “The others … they’re … they got taken! Andreas?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gerald nearly died of relief when he heard Anwyn’s voice. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Aye, I be in the past,” he confirmed. “The Cyad Confederacy took me prisoner. A man ...

Andreas broke from his trance and got to his feet in a single smooth movement.   “Let’s go.   I’ve picked up an area where all three time-streams meet”. “Where are we going?” Ewan demanded. “Nowhere, me friend”.   Andreas chuckled and patted him on the arm.   “But we be going back around sixty standard years in time.   The equations didn’t settle on an exact time-index so I might have to make adjustments when we get there”. Ewan sighed.   “I really don’t care about the mechanics of it.   Whatever it takes to get my sister back.   Let’s do this!” Morgan, Daren and Ewan watched Andreas drawing another temporal interface in the air in front of them.   He pulled out three ribbons from the swirling mass inside the window and held them up to show the others.   “White and gold one belongs to Apollo, blue one to River and the grey one to Rachel.   Keep a tight hold on me so we don’t get separated”. Andreas leaped ...

Apollo drifted in and out of sleep, hearing whispered voices speaking in Varagan while Jezebel’s conjured illness spread throughout his body.   He had no idea of the passage of time, nor did he care.   He had hoped that he would die an old man, surrounded by people who loved him.   However, it seemed that he was fated to perish in the home of a stranger, with only two guards as witnesses. Sometime later, he heard an animated conversation.   He recognised one of the speakers to be Lord Vedat, but the other was unknown to him. Lord Vedat leaned down and patted Apollo on the shoulder.   “Apollo, please wake up.   The feeder priest be here to conduct yer banishing ceremony”. “Uh, what?”   Apollo struggled to open his eyes, noticing the giant who stood beside the Varagan Lord.   The newcomer made Lord Vedat seem small in comparison.   He was naked except for a black leather band around his neck.   He had many more facial pi...