ETTING   OME   O   LFANDRA

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Athagon's Story part 4

*They had swum back to shore, and had now climbed back into the hollow rock from which they first met.  She‹ Athagon still didn't know her name‹ sat on one side, while Athagon sat on the other.  Water dripping from her scales, she began*
"You have arrived in a bad time.  Noone really knows the name of this place, if you're wondering.  Oh yes, I almost forgot.  My name is Cor'larah"
But...  *He stopped*
Why were you lying next to me?
*She nods*
"To protect you from IT."
It?
"Yes, IT.  The Maker.  The one who creates."
The one who‹  Creates?  I'm afraid I don't understand.
"The Creater."
Well, see, that's what I don't understand.
"You are an anomoly in NEMESIS12"
Nemises?  Anomoly?
"NEMESIS:
N   E   M   E   S   I   S   1   2
e   l   e   n   t   n   y   Model
c   e   c   e   a   f   s   Number
r   c   h   r   t   o   t   Twelve
o   t       g   u   r   e
g   r       y   s   m   m
e   o               a
n   e               t
e   n               i
r   g               o
a   e               n
t   n
e   e
d   e
    r
    e
    d
"
Okay, now you've got me REALLY confused
*She smiled, then flickered.  Hang on, FLICKERED?  Then, existance? Reality?  Non-Reality?  Everything?  Began to flicker.  Then froze. Suddenly, everything went blank.  Erased.  Gone.  Nothing.  And then...  A noise.  A voice.  It said "CORE DUMP IN PROGRESS...".  Athagon's heart skipped a beat, and then*
* WHAM *
*He "was" again.  Only...  Where?  In all directions streatched an impossibly flat plain of gray.  Crisscrossing it were bright green gridlines.  He was totally and completly alone.  Shocked, confused, he just stared.*