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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 140 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK Part 2

#Wss366 Crack #TimeTravelingAuthors Does anyone see any important and/or historic events?

That night we stopped on a minor ridge, taking shelter in a ruin that reminded me of an English country church. There weren’t any graves, but inside was the effigy of a woman wearing a crown of flames. Someone had vandalized her face, as well as the wings of the sphinx statues flanking her.

Weena bowed to the lady, whispered something, and pressed her hands together in an obvious gesture of prayer. When she was done, she introduced the figure to me as “Soonee” and pointed at the sun, which was low in the sky. I repeated the name and made my obeisance to her as well.

We used the last of the daylight to gather firewood and to erect a barrier at the building’s door. Weena demonstrated she knew how to tend the fire, so hopefully we could take turns keeping the fire blazing. That should provide safety throughout the night.

Once we had settled, I felt wide awake, so I let my partner go to sleep first. I never did get tired, so I maintained watch without waking my companion. To pass the time, I listened to the fire’s pleasant crackle and watched the heavens, imagining constellations in the unfamiliar patterns.

Weena joined me before dawn, and we contemplated the sky together. She took my hand and chattered. At times, she pointed at the stars, and I’d nodded, not understanding anything she said, but enjoying her voice.

“Staafooa,” she eventually said, pointing to the west. When I looked, I saw a meteor shower. Dozens of lights streaked across the heavens. It should have been beautiful, but it filled me with terror.

Then the sky #cracked.

I screamed.

In the rent, a meteor appeared, racing toward a fantastic copper-colored city full of strange beasts. I was on a tall tower beside Emily. It was the Great Extinction Event.

The city burst into flames, and the tower crumbled while burning fragments of the Hindenburg fell around me. “No! Not again!” I shrieked, burying my face in Weena’s lap.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 140 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK Part 1

#Wss366 Crack #TimeTravelingAuthors Does anyone see any important and/or historic events?

I was feeling pretty good. The hangover from my recent brush with vanishing had faded, and the news that a “Woozaar” existed who might aid me had me giddy. Part of my mind knew that I was overreacting to Weena’s response, but I couldn’t help it.

Judging by the position of the sun, it was late morning. I hadn’t been unconscious for long. So there was plenty of time left in the day. I glanced at the Great Hall. The fairies had emerged and were wandering around the garden or playing games in the shade of the trees, some of which I would be embarrassed to describe.

The Fae: as vapid as they were harmless. “Ugh,” I thought. Life amid them would have been intolerably boring. Another day among them was more than I could face.

“Henny go,” I said, gesturing in the direction my companion had pointed.

I expected her to be upset after our recent communication. I had promised to stay. But I still wasn’t too surprised when she responded, “Weena goo.” Of course, it wasn’t the place she was attached to, but to our being together.

There wasn’t much to do before we left. Weena provided us with cloth to bundle fruit in, and we set off walking within the hour. The trip began with climbing a ridge. From the top of it, we looked out over rolling hills, down into a wide river valley that Weena called the “Laalapo.” Beyond the Laalapo, I saw spires rising on the far bank. She pointed to them, saying, “Eemaoold, Woozaar dare.” I interpreted this as “Eemaoold, Woozaar lived there.”

“Henny, Weena go Eemaoold? Good?” I asked.

She nodded, and we began descending on what looked like a two- or three-day journey. On the way, we detoured around frequent forests and groves, as well as wells that alarmed my companion. Drawing on my knowledge of “The Time Machine,” I recognized these as entrances to the Morlocks’ underground realm. The trip wasn’t difficult thanks to the paths made by the fairies who lived throughout the countryside in small groups.

Whenever we approached the little people, they swarmed us, touching me. When we refused to stay, they soon lost interest.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells