Fan:A Six Sided Fate

A Six Sided Fate
Theme:	LEGO Universe
Author:	Jonna
Completion Status:	Complete

Prologue

The Mythrans are at the height of their golden age, over two centuries before any of the four explorer's births. The Mythran capital, Rthirin City, is on the bottom side of the planet Crux, held there by some phenomenon of gravity. Eighty years ago the Mythrans discovered the Imagination Nexus.

Previously, they would not have dared to step off the edge, believing that they would fall to their doom; but five years before the Imagination Nexus was found, an ambitious young explorer, Yithion, found that gravity seemed to shift with anyone who stepped on the side. Five years later, he and a band of hardened explorers discovered the Imagination Nexus.

A temple built around it in its honor is almost complete, but that is not the only thing happening that will change the course of the universe. Soon, a young Mythran will embark on a journey that will give life to some- and take it from others.

Chapter One

Anmithrayy trotted up the walkway that wound through the lush garden, carrying the basket filled with food that his Mrotsi* had told him to get. He had always been fond of his Mrotsi's garden. He loved all of the green, vibrant plants, the clear, cool pond, the tender, springy grass, the rough, gray stones marking his path. It was so peaceful- undisturbed- rarely did any other Mythrans step foot in it.

Anmithrayy was a young Mythran, apprenticed to Yithion, his Mrotsi. He lived in Rithirin City, same as most Mythrans; not being a very expansive culture, they simply expanded their city to suit the population, as opposed to creating whole new cities.

The pathway ended before a very plain but sturdy wooden door, set in a small, cozy little house, built with gray stones. Anmithrayy opened the door, and entered his Mrotsi's house. Inside was the sitting room, where Yithion was sitting in a very comfortable armchair, talking with Anmithrayy's younger sister Trixma. The sitting room was a very cozy and inviting little place. A low cherry wood table stood in the thick, dark magenta carpet, with a steaming kettle of freshly brewed tea tucked on top among some teacups. An Imagination lamp hung from the low ceiling, mingling its soft blue light with the bright light streaming from the window. Plush, deep red armchairs and beautiful artwork hanging on the walls completed the decor.

"...Of course sir, I'll tell them," Trixma was saying respectfully. She turned at the sound of the door and saw her brother coming in. "Anmithrayy!" she greeted him cheerfully, running over to give him a big hug. She was three years younger than him, but they were very close- there was no one she trusted more. He smiled at her medium length, wavy blonde hair, and brilliant blue eyes. "Hey, Trixy," he said fondly, using her nickname as he returned the hug.

Yithion stood up. "Hello, Anmithrayy. I trust you have brought what I requested?" He said in his cool, pleasant voice.

"Yes, Mrotsi," was the respectful reply, depositing the basket onto the table.

Yithion nodded approvingly. "Good," he said. After a quick farewell, Trixma hurried away to attend to some urgent errand. The two others sat back down.

"Piocutno**," Yithion began, "as I was telling Trixma before, I have decided that you and I shall be going on a long journey, and we won't be expected back for a few months at the most. I will tell you the purpose of our trip once we are well on our way. I sent your sister to go inform your parents when we will depart- tomorrow hopefully- and so we must prepare. Go and gather your things now, then come to help me pack the food."

Anmithrayy was itching to know where they were going and why, but he did not want to bother him by asking, so instead only said, "Of course, Mrotsi Yithion." and rushed to the little room that was set apart for him to excitedly gather what he thought he would need.

Anmithrayy was average for a Mythran his age. He had short brown hair, and the same bright, Imagination blue eyes as every other Mythran. But quite unlike others, he had been chosen by Yithion to be his apprentice; a great honor, to be sure! Yithion was one of the most respected in their society. He was brilliant, and incredibly skilled with a sword. He was one of the warriors to drive off Chil***, a vicious rogue Mythran. Yithion had also been part of the exploration team that discovered the Imagination Nexus eighty years ago, and was the first to venture onto Ralid, one of the six sides of Crux. Indeed, at one hundred twelve, he was in spectacular state, and showing few signs of his age. (Mythrans have the same average life span as humans) It was rumored that his creative spark had been super-charged when he neared the Imagination Nexus, thus to account for his long life, but he himself denied any such thing. To be chosen to study, learn, and serve as his Piocutno was more than Anmithrayy could have ever dreamed of, coming from a middle-class family, and was eager to please his Mrotsi in the fullest.

"Anmithrayy!" Yithion called from the kitchen, "Come and choose what food you should like to bring!"

The young Mythran smiled and gave a contented sigh, once again thanking his lucky stars for such a kind, wise, Mrotsi as he dropped his pack to go to his side.

*Mrotsi (Pronounced M-rot-sigh) is Mythran for Master

**Piocutno (Pronounced Pie-oh-cut-no) is Mythran for Apprentice

***Chil (Pronounced Sh-ill) had planned to take over Rithirin City once, and being very powerful, almost did, but he was driven off into the wilderness successfully. None have seen him since.

Chapter Two

Anmithrayy swung the thick, light blue cloak over his shoulders and fastened the abalone teardrop clasp quickly- it was time for him and Yithion to begin their journey. Oh, how excited he was! He pulled the hood over his head and carefully buckled his sword belt on. Yithion taught him on the use of his sword often, and had given one, called The Spirit, to him as a gift. He also grabbed a sturdy walking stick, for though he protested that he wasn't "an old crooked man", Yithion had insisted upon it.

"We shall be traveling a good way on foot," he had clarified.

Anmithrayy finished collecting all he required and rushed out of his room, colliding with Yithion and nearly making him drop the bottles and empty pouches he was carrying. His startled elder chuckled, "Whoa, calm yourself! We leave soon. Have you everything?"

His young apprentice nodded enthusiastically, which made his hood fall back to his shoulders. "Yes, Mrotsi!" he grinned, groping at his hood to get a grip on it.

Yithion laughed. "Good. Now, go get your pouches by the door and wait for me outside," he said. Anmithrayy sprang into action and rushed down the hall, and the impudent hood slid off his head again.

Anmithrayy leaned against a giant, old oak tree, dreaming happily about the awaiting adventures. He imagined that they would become renowned adventurers, the type that children beg to be told about again and again. He saw them fighting huge, vicious dragons and beasts, or being on top of a spring-green hill dotted with tiny yellow flowers, standing like two statues as the wind played gently with their blue cloaks in the setting sun. The sky would be pink, blue, perhaps even a tint of orange or lavender, and small, plush, cotton-candy clouds would slowly drift above them. He saw the two of them discovering great and strange things! He saw them battling the mythical Maelstrom, and returning home with tales of wonder! He imagined-

His dreaming was cut short by Yithion as he came out of the well oiled door. He sported a light blue cape that matched Anmithrayy's, and a simple but exquisitely carved walking stick. But what was surprising was that he was not in his usual Mythran appearance. All Mythrans, while having a natural light blue, translucent appearance, also have a more minifigure like form. Often they switch between the two, depending on whichever strikes their fancy at the moment. But even in their minifigure form, their eyes will still glow a bright blue, distinctly setting them apart from their plainer cousins. Yithion, when not using his Mythran looks, had black hair streaked with silver- sometimes if the light was right, the silver would almost seem to glow blue. He did not usually take on this form.

"Come, Piocutno," he said, pulling up his own hood. "It's time to depart." Together the two of them made their way to the outskirts of the city, where Anmithrayy's family was waiting to say goodbye.

Trixma enveloped Anmithrayy in a big hug. "Will you bring me back something? It doesn't have to be much," she added soberly. "Just to remember your trip."

He smiled down at her. "Of course I will."

She grinned back. "Oh, thank you!" she breathed gratefully, then continued excitedly, "You'll have to tell me all about it when you get back! I'm going to miss you!"

"I'll miss you too, Trixy," he said, giving her another big hug.

After saying goodbye to his father, mother, and little brother, (who was only 13 months old or so) he and Yithion left, walking out into the dawn light, with the wind tickling their cloaks and pushing small, puffy clouds across the early morning sky.

Chapter Three

"Mrotsi Yithion, now that the city is out of sight, will you tell me where we are going?" Anmithrayy asked, glancing behind them at the hilly countryside, dotted with great, ancient oaks. The city was far out of sight, hidden well by the hills, and it was already late evening. They had been walking all day- with an exception of lunch. Yithion nodded.

"Yes, Piocutno. Though not in full. I have decided to build something, and we must collect the necessary components. However, one of the parts is... forbidden, by the council. None may know of it once we have it. I have brought you along because I can trust you, and you will learn much from the experience."

Anmithrayy was startled. "But, Mrotsi," he protested, "If it is forbidden, why seek it?"

He was given a sharp look in response. "Because, what I will create with it could very well change history- or rather, the present. The council is not as sharp as they were when I was younger, and they are beginning to make more and more unnecessary and foolish laws. Ever since the Nexus was discovered they have grown slightly arrogant. I've been yearning for a good adventure as well, and this shall be just the thing. Now, no more of this talk. The first thing we shall seek should be the easiest to get."

Anmithrayy waited expectantly for him to describe what the first thing was, but after a long silence it became apparent such information would not be shared.

The hills had evened out, and an endless, emerald meadow stretched invitingly before them. They sat in the camp they had set up for the evening, with a bright, crackling fire and two cots, watching the sun display its daily brilliant farewell, casting soft colors behind it as it slowly sank from sight. Anmithrayy pulled his hood back up after a playful breeze tugged it off his head. Yithion continued to gaze at the sunset, smiling into the east breeze. (On Crux, the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.) If there had been any onlookers- which there was not- they would have found the whole scene quite the picture.

Anmithrayy shifted slightly, and broke the peaceful silence with a curious question. "I've never been so far out of the city. Could you tell me what it's all like?" Yithion turned to look at him.

"You mean to say you know nothing of this planet?" he said, almost baffled. His young companion nodded in response. "Dear me, what DO they teach you in those schools? Ah. No matter, I shall teach you.

"Our planet, the planet Crux, is a cube shape. Most of it is lush meadows, with plenty of streams, such as the one we are in." He gestured outward, indicating their dimmed surroundings. "The capital city which we just departed from is Rithirin City- but of course you know that. It is by far our biggest city, out of the mere thirty, which are spread abroad, and one of the only cities located in a hilly and wooded area. As of now, we are sitting on the bottom side of Crux, called Gida. The other five sides are Sojse, Su, Toh, Ralid and Tih. The topography has a few rocky, twisted valleys tucked among the meadows. We're likely to be visiting a few of those later. Unfortunately, that's the exact place we might find a more... unsavory, character. In some circumstances, we've had to banish some vagabond to like places- Chil, for instance." Anmithrayy shuddered, remembering the awful stories of Chil he had always heard of when he was younger. 'Glad he's probably dead by now,' he thought, turning to look into the sunset, blissfully unaware of the things they might encounter.

Chapter Four

They traveled for days across the vast meadows. Yithion would quiz Anmithrayy on various subjects from time to time- according to their culture, it was Yithion's job to teach him as his mrotsi.* If Anmithrayy did especially well, he would reward him with a story of his previous adventures. Anmithrayy loved to listen to the tales of narrow escapes, great discoveries- but mostly the narrow escapes. For a week they traveled at a pleasant walking pace in the grassy meadows, when the terrain around them began to change. The rivers and streams began to turn off, or ended entirely, and the grass started to be replaced with stones and rocks of various sizes. It grew much bumpier too; it wasn't long before they were standing on the edge of a rocky ravine, gazing down the six or seven foot drop. Anmithrayy glanced about. Although it wasn't that wide, it was too far to the other edge to jump, and there was no way around it- it went on for miles in a squiggly, tangled mess. Giant boulders littered the other side, a perfect maze.

Yithion took a strange looking device out of a pocket, and held it over the edge, pausing: he frowned from under his hood as he pulled it back. Anmithrayy tilted his head back to peer at the morning sun, a movement that caused his hood to tumble down. It couldn't be past ten o'clock, he thought as he tugged his hood back in place. Yithion sighed.

"Ah, I should have known. This shall be difficult. Stay sharp, Anmithrayy."

He was given a questioning glance. "What is it, Mrotsi?"

"To be honest, I'm not certain."

They slid down the rocky slope, sending pebbles and clumps of dry dirt cascading down. Anmithrayy glanced around again, first up one way of the ravine then down the other. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Together they traveled on the bottom, heading north. For five, silent, cautious minutes, they crept on.

A pebble dislodged above them, clattering down to their feet. Yithion looked up sharply, placing an apprehensive hand on his engraved sword hilt. Anmithrayy's head shot up too; his hood fell off predictably. A few tense moments passed without a sound. Nothing moved. Wordlessly, Yithion removed his hand from his hilt and started to climb up where the pebble had come from. His younger comrade hesitated, picking up the pebble and examining it before following suit. It was actually rather pretty; a dark, jade green, roughly hewn and smooth on what flat surfaces it had. Some darker, rugged lines crisscrossed it here and there. Anmithrayy put it into one of the many hidden pockets in his cloak and scurried up after his Mrotsi.

Yithion was consulting his scanner device again when Anmithrayy pulled himself over the edge. He did not seem to pleased at the results he was given.

"Ah," he sighed, "My fears seem to be confirmed." He tucked the scanner into a pocket and looked carefully along the ragged rocks surrounding them. Unfortunately, they were too large and numerous to see anything past a few yards. "It appears someone already has possession of this particular component we are seeking. I know not who, but I have great suspicion." He turned to look at the young Mythran behind him and pointed his chin at him. "Keep a hand on your hilt," he cautioned, and headed down a particularly narrow passage.

Anmithrayy let their surroundings sink in as he crept quietly behind Yithion. The air was moist, with unfamiliar smells wafting back and forth. Rocky cliffs almost the size of two minifigures stacked on top of each other cornered them from all sides, limiting their movement and allowing little to no view of what was around the next corner. The trail they were walking on was rugged, covered in sharp pebbles and rocks- also, well worn. Too well worn. He tapped Yithion's shoulder and pointed down silently.

A fresh line of Mythran footprints covered the ground, appearing to have been in a great hurry.

Yithion continued to follow these footprints silently, Anmithrayy close behind. They took a sharp left turn, coming to an abrupt halt once they saw what was around the corner.

Ten feet in front of them stood a tall Mythran, fingering the hilt of the glistening sword he held. His cold, ice blue eyes stared them up and down, unable to observe much thanks to their concealing cloaks. The lavender tainted fingers gripped the hilt tighter as his eyes bored into the elder's hood. Yithion's eyes narrowed in spite, growling:

"Chil."

*Mythran Schooling System: Every two years, schools enroll up to 30 Mythrans per school (Each school has one classroom, and every two years they repeat the rigorous curriculum) between 5 and 15. The enrolled Mythrans then attend the school for two years, and when a child has graduated, they are eligible to be apprenticed to an older Mythran, who usually mentors them for ten years. It's up to the parents as to what age they want their kids to be in school, because basically they can send them in any time between 5 and 15, as long as they are in by the time they are 15.

Chapter Five

Chil's sword hand twitched impulsively, but he restrained himself from attacking. "Yithion," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

Yithion didn't answer, instead staring in horror of Chil's hands- his lavender tainted hands. "You didn't," he breathed from under his hood. Chil seemed to smile, despite his lack of a mouth.

"Who's to stop me?"

It was obviously a challenge to the one who had once driven him out. Yithion slowly unsheathed the sword on his right hip. Anmithrayy cast an alarmed glance between the two; he knew how to wield a sword, but he had never been in serious combat before. If any of the stories were to be trusted, Chil was an incredible fighter, and no doubt the lavender on his hands must be increasing his skills as well. But now was not the time to become nervous, Anmithrayy told himself firmly. Now was the time to back up his Mrotsi and remember his lessons. He drew Thespirit and shifted into his stance.

Chil took no caution, charging towards them with a loud cry of hate, and dashing a huge blow onto Yithion. Yithion blocked it easily, drawing it to the left and creating an opening for Anmithrayy. He plunged forward, striving to take advantage of it. Thespirit's thrust was forcefully bumped away with a lightning fast flick from their Chil, and he continued his swing to deflect a strike from Yithion. Their opponent retaliated with a quick jab and Anmithrayy, barely missing due to a close evade. The three disengaged, circling slowly as they searched for openings. Yithion suddenly lunged, and they commenced.

It was an even match. Yithion and Anmithrayy had the numbers, but the latter was out-classed, giving them both an advantage and a disadvantage. Chil couldn't have held out for long just against Yithion, but with him having to save his inexperienced Piocutno all the time, it all pulled about even. However, that's just taking swordplay into account- and Mythrans don't always play by those rules.

Chil pulled back suddenly, glancing at both his waiting opponents as he began to mutter under his breath. As soon as the last word left his nonexistent lips, a large, hulking wolf materialized behind him, growling viciously with a crazed look in its eyes. It jumped at Anmithrayy as Yithion leapt forward at Chil. Anmithrayy ducked instinctively, and the wolf sailed over his head. It tumbled along the ground, struggling to regain it's footing on the gravel. Yithion broke away from Chil, yelling something. It was too fast to tell what he had said, but it seemed to be somewhere along the lines of "deploy object" followed by seeming random and jumbled numbers. In response, a sleek, muscled mountain lion formed next to Chil's wolf. It snarled a harsh challenge to it. The wolf growled back, and they began fighting each other. Anmithrayy returned his attention to Chil now- and just in time to parry a swipe. Yithion came up from behind, forcing their foe to jump out of his sandwiched position. Chil growled angrily, obviously despising the very fact that they still existed.

"Yithion," he spat with disgust, "You drove me out. I could have succeeded, if it weren't for you. I would be rich, if it weren't for you! I would be ruling Rithirin City, if it weren't for you! But now, I'm stuck here in these barren rocks, all because of YOU! You, Yithion!!! ALL, BECAUSE, OF YOU!!!" he screamed, swinging his sword at him. Yithion blocked it with his sword, staggering from the impact. Yet, in his blind fury, Chil left his defenses down. He swung a huge arc, leaving him wide open. Yithion nimbly lurched forward, and gave a quick thrust.

And it was over.

Chil looked down at the half of the blade in front of him. His own sword fell, clinking on the rocks unceremoniously. Slowly, the Imagination Orbs that he was made of dissipated upward, falling apart, leaving nothing but the sword and the legends to remember him by. They deftly swirled upward, glistening in the bright noon sun like millions of diamonds in the wind; catching the breeze above the rocky walls they swept into the east. The wolf and the mountain lion had stopped to watch, their attention held captivated. Anmithrayy breathed deep, troubled by Chil's fate yet feeling thrilled not to be the one to have it, though perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline receding. As the Orbs swiftly blew out of sight, the crazed, wild look drained from the wolf's eyes, and Yithion quietly dismissed the mountain lion with a whisper. It faded out quickly. He sadly wiped his blade clean on a sparse patch of coarse grass, as according to the ritual of battle that he was taught as a young boy. Slowly he sheathed it, looking into the east.

"It should not have ended as such," he murmured. Behind them, the wolf whimpered, trotting towards Anmithrayy with it her tail between her legs, looking up with an ashamed, timid, and almost apologetic look. Anmithrayy knelt down next to it, scratching her behind her ears and ruffling her fur. He managed a small smile as it's tender brown eyes gazed into his own.

"Come," Yithion said quietly. Anmithrayy got up and followed him into a well-hidden crevice he had not noticed before in the side of the left cliff. 'This must have been where Chil lived,' he mused, glancing around. Inside it was really quite large; a pile of heather lay in the corner, most likely serving as a bed. A small pile of dusty things sat dejectedly next to the "bed", and across the room a long boulder, flat and smooth on top had various thing strewn upon it. Yithion hurried to it, and began to rummage about carefully. Soon he picked up a small bottle wrapped in old, worn cloth.

"Hmm." He snatched a recently made Imagination infused bottle from a pocket and a pair of Imagination infused tweezers from another. Anmithrayy had never heard of Imagination infused tweezers before, and was fascinated to watch Yithion reach into the cloth wrapped bottle with them. What he pulled out with them however, was far more shocking. It was a small little ball, about the size of a cotton ball. The striking part was that they glowed a menacing, deep, purple.

It was quickly deposited into Yithion's bottle, and the lid was fastened securely. Anmithrayy never did see anyone ever close a bottle so quickly.

"Mrotsi- is that..."

Yithion whipped around, placing a finger on Anmithrayy's mouth.

"I brought you because I can trust you. You are not to speak a word of it," he said, his steely blue eyes boring into him from under his ever-present hood. Anmithrayy nodded, and they turned to leave. Outside, he was surprised to see that the wolf was sitting nearby with a timid yet hopeful expression. He rubbed her on the head, and was gratified when she happily wagged her tail in response. He grinned, looking back at his Mrotsi. Yithion smiled thoughtfully.

" She seems to want to come. Shall we bring her along, Piocutno?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"I think so, Mrotsi," Anmithrayy replied, still grinning.

The trio continued traveling on through the rocks, looking forward to the bright adventure ahead of them.

Chapter Six

Anmithrayy, Yithion, and their new wolf companion went on, and left the rocky cliffs behind. Once out of Chil's Ravine, as Anmithrayy had dubbed it, it opened up to another grassy meadow. This one was different than the last; it still had plenty of fresh, clear streams with silver fish darting about in them, but the flowers! They graced the land with their bright splashes of color and dim fragrances, gently budding in the late spring. With renewed spirits they picked up the pace, gaining more ground than expected, letting the rocks become but a thick line hugging the ground behind them. Anmithrayy would skip ahead with the wolf, invigorated by the dazzling surroundings and his new, rather inseparable, furry friend. Yithion was content to stay at a steady walk behind them. The weather was perfect for traveling, and the clouds puffed along pleasantly, also content to slowly drift in the light breezes. Later, after they found a small depression in the land, and made evening camp. Sitting next to the fire, they immediately discussed a pressing issue.

"Jseso?"

"No."

"Eis-thay?"

"No."

"Lidra?!"

"No."

"Oh, you are impossible, boy!" Yithion groaned, leaning back. He had been listing off names for the wolf (Who was apparently not leaving any time soon) for the past half hour, and still Anmithrayy could not find, "the perfect name".

"I'm sorry, Yithion," Anmithrayy said with a small smile as he gazed into the campfire, softly stroking the wolf's fur. The wolf sighed contently, resting her head on her front paws, not seeming to mind her lack of name. There was a slight pause as they both thought harder.

"How about Iraeri?"

"No, it's too hard to pronounce."

"Tonirru?"

"Maybe. But it's a boy name, so only if there is nothing else." Several more moments went by in silent thought, broken only by the crackling of the dancing waves. Anmithrayy looked up, finally ready to add some of his own ideas. "What do you think of Yiwfla?"

"Yiwfla?"

"Yes. It was my aunt's name. It's not very common."

Yithion smiled and turned towards the wolf, saying, "Well, what do you think?" A lazy wag was all he got from the dozing dog.

Anmithrayy laughed, "I guess that settles it!" The conversation began drifting to other subjects, lingering for a few minutes before dying away with the fire as it simmered to the soft, dead glow of coals. Yiwfla began to snore quietly, blending in with the chirping of crickets. (The crickets there were exceptionally loud.)

Anmithrayy broke the silence suddenly. "Mrotsi, is the purple thing you took from Chil's cave really what I think it is?" Yithion looked up, meeting his young companions eyes, which were full of uncertainness. He blinked slowly, then said,

"Yes."

Anmithrayy did his best to hide his aghast expression, and the tinge of reproach in his clear blue eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, and then checked himself. "I- I never knew that Maelstrom existed- I mean, it's all just old fairytales," he murmured.

"Ah, but it's not," Yithion clarified with a small smile, "Over the years it's become but a legend, made to be so in hopes that future generations would not foolishly toy with it; but on my expedition to the Imagination Nexus, I encountered some Maelstrom while scouting ahead with one other. So I discovered it was really quite real. But it was a small amount, and my companion and I easily rid of it. Humph!" he exclaimed, his light mood fleeing as a sour frown came to replace it. "Fools- that's what folks are, turning facts into myths and myths into facts! They ought to face the truth, that it's real, not try to think it out of existence. Fools."

At first, Anmithrayy felt inclined to disagree, but some stubborn part of him rebuked his instinctive answer. 'Your Mrotsi is the wisest of all Mythrans,' it scolded, 'and after all that he had done for you and your family you dare to let yourself even think of not listening to his gems of wisdom!' He mentally nodded in agreement; that made sense! So he set it firmly in his mind that all his elder had said- past, present, future- was true to the dot as they both slipped into their cots.

"Goodnight, Mrotsi Yithion. Goodnight, Yiwfla."

The quiet, hushed voice drifted away in the still night air, low snores returning the favor.

Chapter Seven

They continued to travel across the meadow; it seemed literally endless. All through the night it had drizzled, but in the morning a beautiful rainbow hung glistening in the sky, like a velvety cloth hanging as an arch. The newly wakened sun softly touched the raindrops that still lingered on the grasses, making them shine as if with an inner will. As the day progressed the sky was nice and clear, the clouds being driven far west by the light warm breeze. It was very cool from the rain, in fact, without the warm breeze, it would be too cool.

Yithion stopped in a large place where the grass and flowers were a little shorter than the usual long foliage, sitting down cross-legged. With a sigh, he slid his hood off and closed his eyes lightly. Anmithrayy and Yiwfla stood a respectful distance behind him, uncertain of why they had stopped. A minute passed in silence, then two.

Anmithrayy shifted uncomfortably, and Yiwfla walked in three small circles before lying down with a sigh. The young Mythran beside her couldn't bear to stand around any longer, and despite the fact he knew it was bad mannered for him to question his elder's authority, he broke the silence.

"Um.... Mrotsi... what are we doing?" he asked. Yiwfla looked up at the sound of his voice, wondering if it meant that they were going to do something.

Yithion replied slowly, hardly moving his lips. "Waiting."

"If you don't mind me asking, waiting for... what?"

"For inspiration."

"Inspiration for, what, Mrotsi?"

"For the design," managing to keep his tone from betraying his exasperation. Another long pause hung in the air, as if taking up too much space for the conversation to be carried on. Yiwfla began to lose hope of any activity. She laid her head back down, not bothering to lift it again as Anmithrayy attempted to cure his boredom. Anmithrayy decided not to push his luck more by asking what the design was for, but he was feeling more agitated by the second; he had to do something. "Mrotsi, may Yiwfla and I... for lack of a better way to explain, be excused?"

Yithion opened his eyes this time, glancing back at his apprentice from the corner of his eye. He sighed, putting his hands up as if asking for divine patience. "Youth, always on the move, never stopping to appreciate a lovely morn'! Of course you can go." The youth in question grinned sheepishly, hardly pausing for the formalities.

"Thank you, Mrotsi," he said in a rush, tweaking Yiwfla's ear playfully and running off as she excitedly gave chase. Yithion smiled, watching the two as they played in the soft, green grass. Occasionally Yiwfla would follow Anmithrayy into a patch of grass that was much taller than her. The she was forced to hop through the foliage, coming up with ears perked, tail erect, paws all tucked up, and tongue hanging; then she would fall back out of sight, lost in the ever waving, emerald sea, bounding up and down after her young master.

Chapter Eight

"WOOOAAHH!!!"

Yithion snatched Anmithrayy's limp hood, yanking him back from the sudden edge that had crept up beneath them, cutting his charge's yell short. Anmithrayy staggered backwards from the pressure applied to his throat, and regaining his footing quickly. Rubbing his neck where his cloak had choked him and murmuring embarrassed thanks, he peered over the edge balefully. A rough, cold river rushed in a shockingly silent manner below them; a ten-foot drop, at the least. Shivering, he glanced at the thin bank closest, covered in sharp rocks of different sizes, glad he hadn't ended up down there. Yithion began to scold him.

"You ought not be so absent minded, watching the clouds drift when you ought to be looking where you are going! Nearly swan-dived into the Whispering River. Goodness knows where your young mind wanders, but it isn't here!" he said sternly. Anmithrayy's cheeks flushed visibly, and he drew his hood back up to hide it.

"I'm sorry," he said, fiddling with his cloak, "I wasn't excepting such a steep drop in this meadow; it's seems so endless, and the long grass hides the drop so well." He paused, then sighed, smote by his failure to please his Mrotsi. "But it's no excuse. I apologize, Mrotsi." Yiwfla poked her head between his legs, looking down at the water with interest. Yithion shook his ever-hooded features, softening.

"Well, I ought to have told you earlier. Come now, we'd best be going." With this he started to carefully scale downward to the bank. Anmithrayy followed cautiously, wishing they didn't have to climb in their heavy cloaks. It took a while, and several close calls before they were both safely at the bottom. Only then did it occur to them they still had no way to get Yiwfla down.

"I suppose one of us shall have to climb back up and lower Yiwfla down," Yithion concluded, resigned to the setback.

At the sound of her name, the Imagination formed wolf whimpered beseechingly. Anmithrayy twisted his head up (Doing so made his hood fall off) and saw her looking down with big, sad, blue eyes, ears pinned to her head uncertainly. Heartbroken and unused to being left behind, she whimpered again and put a paw on the edge.

The chunk of soil under her paw gave way, tumbling along side her as she plummeted down with a frightened yelp.

Chapter 9

Yiwfla gave a sharp yelp as the ground disappeared from under her paws. All her thoughts jumbled into a confusing mess while the world spun. She saw water, ground, sky. Water, ground, sky. A sudden, jagged pain coursed through her leg, but the thought was instantly pushed aside by an image of her masters gazing up in horror. Water, ground, sky. Water, ground, sky. A heavy impact into a small net of arms stopped the whirlings around her, but not the whirlings in her mind. Slowly, she was lowered to the rocky, damp bank. Now that the adrenaline rush was over, pain clouded over the onslaught of sensations.

"...Mrotsi, look!" Anmithrayy was saying, gently touching just below Yiwfla's left shoulder. She whimpered pitifully, trying to draw away. Yithion leaned over and carefully inspected it.

"Nothing seems to be broken, but perhaps a small fracture." He glanced up. "She must have hit her leg at a bad angle on that sharp rock sticking out there," he mused, indicating a large foothold they had used on the desent. Turning back, he gave out instructions. "Hold her still, I need to make a small splint, just in case it's more serious than I think." Anmithrayy cradled the big wolf's head, smoothing the soft, damp fur.

After searching around in tan pouches of various sizes, Yithion found some passable materials. Yiwfla squirmed and whined plenty as they secured the splint to her leg, but quieted as they finished. Anmithrayy and Yithion stood up.

"Well, this may lay us up a while," the elder sighed.

Yiwfla tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position, shifting the stick-case her two masters had put on her leg. She gave up with a sigh. Her masters had carried her (Maybe more like dragged or hauled) to a cave in the side of the cliff, a few feet above the small, quietly gurgling river. It was a comfy size for a camp, just high enough for them to comfortably stand up, though they had to watch out for stalactites. It wasn't too small or too large either; only about seven feet in most directions. However, a small, gaping corridor was in the back wall, the blackness seeming to seep out of it in a most foreboding way.

Yiwfla growled, annoyed that they had laid her in such an uncomfortable place, and had been continually leaving her there alone. Twice they had gone up to the flat lands and come back with brush and thistles to make the warm-light-pile. Then, as if they were begging for trouble to find them, they had tried to go into the hole in the back of the cave. She tried following them by hobbling on the stick-case they had put on her leg, (which throbbed horribly) but the young master always took her back. Finally the old master seemed to reach the end of his rope when she wouldn't stop, and they had tied her to a rock. Yiwfla, having completely abandoned the possibilty of comfort, gnawed on the stick-case thoughtfully. What had they said before going in?

"Are there any creatures living in there?" young master asked, looking worried. Old master shrugged.

"Not last time I was in there. But that was, oh, a good seventy-something years ago."

"Mrotsi, must we go in there?" the other returned, paling.

"Yes, yes, don't fret so much. We must get it here; I've never seen another like it, and it's technically..." their voices faded out of range down the passage.

Silly masters. They had better not get into any sort of trouble without her.

Chapter 10

"...Yes, yes, don't fret so much. We must get it here; I've never seen another like it, and it's technically mine anyways, so we won't spend a fortune or do anything rash," Yithion explained to his uncertain apprentice. Anmithrayy peered back to make sure Yiwfla wasn't following them into the natural cavern- again. Thankfully, she wasn't. He turned back as the darkness became totally engulfing. The familiar voice of his Mrotsi continued somewhere from his left,

"I doubt something would live down here anyways. It's very barren, as well as a dead end. We should be there shortly- OOF!"

Amithrayy panicked for a split second, whipping his flashlight out. However, shinning it on Yithion melted his fear into snickers. He had walked straight into the wall, not having realized there was a small but significant turn to the right in the passage. He sighed, removed his face from the mildew-covered wall and brushed himself off. Giving Anmithrayy an offended glance, (who was still snickering) he snatched the flashlight and walked on. A full minute passed in silence as they traveled in the small, dank hallway.

Finally it opened up rapidly, and Anmithrayy glanced about, startled by the sudden change. Ahead was a small room, eroded away by long-gone waters. An occasional stalagmite was sticking out, with a shaft of soft light from a miniscule crack illuminating a patch of rocky ground. Yithion crouched next to an inconspicuous pile of sharp pebbles, brushing them gingerly aside. With a sure smile, he uncovered an old, rotted bag and pulled out the object within.

A lovely, glittering prism shone in Yithion's hand, obviously crafted by a master jeweler. Only four inches in diameter, the dodecahedron* was small, but that did nothing to diminish its beauty. It glistened brightly even in the dim light filtering through the hole in the cave ceiling. Yithion immersed it in the shaft of light; as a result gorgeous streaks of rainbows sparkled from it, hitting the dull rock walls and giving them an invigorating pattern of spots.

"Oh, it's beautiful," Anmithrayy laughed, impulsively reaching out to touch a ray. Yithion saw his movement and grinned mischievously, twisting the prism to keep the rainbow out of his Piocutno's reach. Laughing harder, Anmithrayy plunged after it, ignoring his hood as it slid off. It quickly escalated to a full on battle, and he leapt all about the room, chasing the rays of color Yithion swung around. After several minutes of this unseemingly behavior, they gave up, chuckling as they sat down and caught their breath. Both grinned at each other, feeling most ridiculous but pleased with their childish actions.

Suddenly, a sound echoed from the passageway. Yithion swiftly sealed the prism in a discreet pouch, tucking it under his cloak. They sat tensely, unwilling to give away their presence by moving. The sound grew louder, a heavy, repetitious grinding coming closer and closer.

Yiwfla rounded the corner, her blue eyes shining luminescently from the shadows as she dragged her splint along. The rope tied to her neck trailed next to her, the end gnawed off. Seeing the dumbstruck Mythrans, she stopped, cocking her head and blinking as if to say, "Well, what did I miss?"

Anmithrayy burst out in stitches, holding himself as he rocked back and forth. Yithion just smiled at shook his head.

Chapter 11

After only a day or two of resting in the pleasent cavern, the travelers broke camp and continued their journey on the other side of the Whispering River. Finding a suitable ford had been a cinch; it was getting the recently recovered wolf back up to ground level that was a problem.

Anmithrayy grunted, testing to see how high he could lift Yiwfla up. He only got her a few inches off the rocky bank before she wiggled out of his grasp to inspect a curious frog that had been watching them.

"Will you stop toying around with that problematic pooch and come help me think?" Yithion grumbled. He was sitting a short distance away with his back against the tall rock face, staring at the river gushing by as he struggled to devise a plan of getting out of the gorge.

Anmithrayy ambled over obediently. "How about just a plain old pulley system? I'm sure you could build one easily, and you could spawn a big basket for Yiwfla to sit in, right?"

Yithion scoffed. "A pulley? Where's the challenge in that? We can come up with something far more orignal that a mere pulley!" He stroked his clean shaven chin thoughtfully. Anmithrayy plopped down beside him, fighting briefly with his cloak to get comfortable. Ideas began bouncing back and forth.

"A floating platform?"

"No, what would it float by? What do you think we are, guardians of some wacko game where we could make things like that just appear? I was thinking more of a mini spaceship sort of thing."

"Hmm, quite the idea indeed! But we haven't got the time for something that complicated."

"Oh, I suppose so."

"How about a sort of seesaw? We put Yiwfla on one end, jump on the other, and whoosh! Up she goes."

"I doubt she would be pleased with such treatment."

"Well then how about just some stairs?"

"Oh, don't be so simple about it? We can think of far nicer things than stairs!"

Several silent moments passed. Yiwfla meandered over to join them, having confirmed the little green frog was no threat. With a smug look it plunked into the river.

Finally, Yithion stood up, his eyes even more alight than usual. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, delighted, as he turned to the small cliff and paused momentarily. His brow furrowed in concentration. "Hmm, let's see. How would I do that? Ah yes, it would go there..."

Anmithrayy stood up with interest, watching as bricks came out of thin air, fuzzy at first then solidifying. Faster than the river rushing behind them, they clicked on top of one another neatly. A few wires were visible for a moment before disappearing within flat, gray bricks. He shook his head as he realized what was taking shape.

"Now spawn object... what's it called? Oh no, not object What's it Called, get that out of here!" Yithion muttered to himself, squinting and moving his hands expressively. "Let's see now, spawn object 32, that's better. Now..."

Anmithrayy stared blankly as the finishing touches were added. Yiwfla stood in front of him protectively, ears perked warily at the unfamiliar device gleaming before her.

"Mrotsi, did you really have to make a whole elevator?"

Yithion rubbed his hands, inspecting his creation with a pleased look. "Air conditioned too," he added, running a finger over the smooth, light gray outside. "Well, come on in." He stepped in, with Anmithrayy following closely. Yiwfla blinked cautiously, but trailed in after Anmithrayy tentatively. With a pleasant ding, the doors shut behind them. Low elevator music started to play, suprisingly soothing.

Ding, dingding, ding. Ding, dingding, ding.

Anmithrayy smiled, sighing inwardly in amusement. His Mrotsi did not settle for second best, that was for certain!

Chapter 12

Another beautiful morning over the meadows had come and gone, and the day was nearly at it's peak. The sun was feeling good; it beat down upon all it saw intensely, simmering the land with heat. The long, green grass was beginning to brown on the edges as summer started winding down to give way to autumn. Still the trio of travelers pushed on, foraging a thin, weaving path through the meadow. Yiwfla's tongue lolled out as she plodded alongside the Mythrans patiently. Anmithrayy was glad of his walking stick now, though it did little for the aching soles of his feet. Yithion, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life.

"Ah, fresh air at last! It does wonders for my old bones." He stretched his arms, letting them pinwheel a little as he sighed contentedly. "Oh sure, the last few places were like this, but this meadow is best so far. Feel that penetrating warmth! It goes straight into your core, does in not? Mmm, lovely weather. Finally out of that musty city, a fellow needs to be out where he can breath!"

Anmithrayy glanced at him dubiously, mopping sweat from his brow. The young boy had taken off his cloak in a valiant effort to escape the high temperatures, hanging it by its hood on his staff; however, this made his staff wobble unpredictably whenever he lifted it off the ground.

"Mrotsi," he groaned, "I feel like a popsicle inside one of my Grandmother's killer Jalapeño Pies. May we take a rest soon?"

Yithion shrugged the request off lightly. "Oh, we'll be there very soon, and I do believe it will be cooler there. Say, I've never had Jalapeño Pie before. Perhaps I'll try it someday?"

"Not on your life!" the warning came hastily before changing its tone, "Pray tell, where is it we will be soon?"

The answer was delivered in a mischievous wink. Yithion pulled him to a sharp stop and pointed down. "Ralid!"

Anmithrayy gasped, his mind reeling as it tried to comprehend that the meadows had come to an abrupt halt. Before him the sky dropped down like a curtain, still as far away as ever from the cliff-like edge. He leaned over to peer down at what he expected to be empty space.

A blast of wind swept up from below. It slammed into his face, sending sweat flying and catching his breath. Grinning into the refreshing air current he marveled at the scene below.

A forest was growing literally vertical out of the cliff side, crab grass sprouting thickly everywhere a tree wasn't. The wonderus sight stretched on the cliff both left and right, no end visible to the mere eye. The pines rustled and moaned in the howling wind, creating a strange, haunting tune to ring in the ears of those who heard it. Yithion winked again.

"Well, let us be off!" He swung a foot over the edge without a moments hesitation. Before Anmithrayy could react he was standing as vertical as the woods a few meters from him, standing confidently as the breeze yanked at his cloak. He chuckled amusedly at his charge's dumbfounded expression. "Come on, the gravity is just as real on this side as on Gida, where you are. Crux is a cube you know!"

Anmithrayy blinked doubtfully. "...Yiwfla first." He turned to the Imagination wolf, who had laid down in an attempt to nap as soon as they had stopped, and hadn't seen Yithion jump off. "Come on, lazy bones, you're the guinea pig." After an fruitless search in his pouches he tore the hem off his baggy brown shirt. "It was too big anyway," he reasoned, tying over the dog's eyes. Yawning languidly, she didn't seem to mind until he began leading her with it on. Huffing in an annoyed manner, she relented and allowed herself to be brought forward. Anmithrayy patted her head briefly as an early apology, pushing her off. With a yelp she fell with a thump at Yithion's feet. He pulled the blindfold off and looked up expectantly. "You're next!"

Chapter 13

"Ralid, the side of eternal dusk!* The side of woodlands, and home to the fair city Bmassal! This, my boy, is where we shall find the Blue Moon!"

Anmithrayy listened intently to his elder as he excitedly described the side of Crux they had arrived at. "But, Mrotsi," the young Mythran interrupted, "It is not the right time for a blue moon. How will we see one?"

Yithion just chuckled, as if finding the whole situation quite amusing, though there wasn't anything to be laughed at. After passing over the "gravity change," as it was called, they had made camp and rested until morning. Then they had entered the forest; It was immense, seeming to sprawl in all directions, towering above them in a most stately way. Yiwfla was almost exploding with curiosity, having never seen trees before, let alone a massive amount of them. She'd sniff at the base of one, dig a little and stick her nose in the fresh, moist loam then snort and move onto the next tree. Once she found a small squirrel. They stared at each other for a moment, both shocked at the sight of one another. Hastily the squirrel had shimmied up a nearby tree, squeaking in terror before flinging itself into a dark hole in the trunk. Yiwfla seemed sorry to have scared it.

Yithion continued walking through the trees, ducking under a low branch. "You will learn soon enough," he assured, looked over his shoulder at Anmithrayy as he trailed along, "Mm, 'tis a shame you won't see Bmassal. It's a lovely city, not as big as Rthyrin though. Say, I know that rock- we're nearly there now."

Anmithrayy peered at the boulder, which was actually pretty big. It was leaning against an old, thick tree, and at second glance he thought he saw some worn engravings on it. Unfortunately, Yithion sped up, and they passed too quickly to tell for sure. Yiwfla bounded here and there, following them indirectly and sniffing everywhere.

Yithion gestured ahead, towards a huge clearing that had opened up a few feet ahead. The dull sparkle of something shiny twinkled in the dim light, winking though the trunks. "Now we shall travel in style. There she is, the Blue Moon!"

Anmithrayy stepped out and viewed what was occupying the clearing. He smiled. How interesting this was getting!

• On Ralid, the sun never rises or sets. Crux's sun orbits the planet, in a most peculiar manner. It goes up and over, then back down and under, making a perfect circle unfailingly. However, it only goes over the sides Sojse, Su, Gida, and Tih. While those four sides experience the night and day cycle normally, Ralid is in eternal dusk, and Toh is in eternal dawn.

Chapter 14

The Blue Moon glinted in the orange, dusky light, a few splotches of murky rust hugging the spaceship's dark metal exterior. Painted deep navy and black, the large ship was obviously built for endurance and speed. Anmithrayy was awestruck by the find. He walked forward, leaving Yiwfla prowling cautiously behind the trees and glowering at the strange machinery. He brushed some unseemly dirt off the side engine as he admired it's bulky, yet fluid shape. "Yithion," he said breathlessly, forgetting to address him more respectfully, "Is this Imagination's Compass, the ship you sailed in to find the Imagination Nexus?"

Yithion ran his finger over something engraved on the side. "The one and only," he affirmed. "But she wasn't called Imagination's Compass back then. She was the Blue Moon on her maiden voyage into the great unknown! When we come back the media renamed her, but I never took to the new name."

"Just looking at it, it's magnificent! It looks like a summer night with that paint."

He patted it fondly. "Truly. Ah yes, she carried me and the whole crew to many a place. We engraved our names here; there's mine. Now, the outside of a ship is a grand thing, but that's not where we'll be for the next week or more! Care to see the inside?"

Chapter 15

Anmithrayy nearly jumped up and down with excitement at the prospect of touring the Blue Moon. For as long as he could remember he had been fascinated with spaceships, and now his Mrotsi was inviting him onto the most famous ship of his lifetime!

"Would I like to see the inside?! You bet!"

Yithion swiftly slid his hand into a small, nearly unnoticeable groove in the shiny exterior, moving his hand in a complicated sequence of motions. Behind him the metallic, dark navy hatch slowly opened outward. He gestured grandly.

"Youngest first."

Yiwfla had been prowling suspiciously at the clearing edge, watching the unfamiliar object with slitted eyes. Now as Anmithrayy began clampering in- the hatch was quite a bit above ground level and no stairs were provided- she jumped into action. Spurned by the need to protect her master from the unknown, she recklessly rushed forward, and leapt past Anmithrayy in a powerful surge, landing perfectly inside. Almost perfectly.

Skidding helplessly across the smooth floor, her momentum carried her further than she had wished. With a yelp of dismay she collided abruptly into a huge pillar half protruding from the far wall. Anmithrayy and Yithion raised their eyebrows as they watched her try to regain her footing on the slippery surface. Chuckling, Anmithrayy climbed in and helped her upright as she barked accusingly at the offending floor. It stared stoically back.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have accepted that free floor-waxing from the cleaning company when I asked them to dust this old thing off, but they seemed so eager," Yithion reflected as he made his own way in. "Well, what do you think of it, Piocutno?"

Chapter 16

It was spectacular, spotlessly clean and gleaming. Nearby a holographic table presided. Several gaping doorways led to dark passages, though the far wall did not have any doors, only what appeared to be half of a large pillar embedded in it. Anmithrayy gazed at the many finger-sized holes and buttons covering the pillar, curious as to their purpose.

Yithion took them through a door to what he referred to as "the bridge," though it was really more like a common airplane cockpit with twice the amount of switches and levers. Anmithrayy was completely absorbed by the fine example of engineering before and around him, questions no longer able to be contained in his young wondering mind.

"What does this do?" he asked, gently touching an unmarked lever.

"Anti-grav thrusters," Yithion explained, pleased to share his knowledge. "Helps us to take off, connected to our main engine and- oh, Yiwfla, don't eat that!"

They continued the tour of the Blue Moon after saving some (now rather frayed) cords from Yiwfla's palate. Anmithrayy was in a state of euphoria; he had fallen in love with every inch of the ship, from the dormitory to the common room to the airlock. Yiwfla seemed to like it fine as well, despite the fact she continued to skid across the shiny dark grey floor, claws clacking as she struggled for a purchase.

Yithion was the proud owner, only too pleased to show off his vessel. Laughing at the wolf's determined but helpless antics, he patted Anmithrayy's back. Secretly he was immensely proud to be the Mrotsi of such an intelligent, willing boy. He was very fond of his Piocutno, and suddenly decided to leave the Blue Moon to him in his will.

"Yes, he'd like that," the old Mythran thought, feeling contented as he watched his charge scuffle with his dog.

Chapter 17

Anmithrayy gazed out the reflective window, watching the beyond stars pass slowly. This was his first time flying in a spaceship, which he had been super excited about, but now that they had been airborne for about an hour he wasn't so sure. It was very confining, leaving him with an ansy feeling.

Yithion joined him at the window. "Perfect weather for flying," he joked, nodding at the never changing climate of the starry, yet stoney outer space. "I've just set autopilot for Sojse, the top side of Crux. Normally we'd stay in the atmosphere for such a short flight, but I prefer to avoid traffic. Quite busy this time of year."

Anmithrayy's eyes lit up. "Sojse, the Imagination Nexus is there! Is that where we are bound?"

Yithion smiled. "Yes, Piocutno, you are going to see the beautiful Imagination Nexus! Ah, 'tis a sight to see indeed. And no better way to see it then by flying in!"

"Poor Yiwfla though. I think she'd rather have walked."

Yithion grimaced as the wolf let out a long, agonized howl, same as she had been doing since liftoff. "Yes, pity we had to lock her in the extra bunk room. But a space-sick dog is no joke."

They turned from the window and each took a seat at a long table.

"Care for a game of chess while we wait to arrive?" the elder asked cooly, a competitive twinkle in his shinning blue eyes. Anmithray smiled back and raised a single brow.

"You're on!"

Yithion groaned, resting his head in his palms as he stared helplessly at the game board. "I used to be good at this game," he protested as Anmithrayy flicked his ebony king piece over. The victor grinned, exhilerated by his surprising win and feeling rather puffed up. He motioned towards the single ivory pawn his opponent managed to capture and said the first thing that came to mind.

"Looks like you need to brush up your skills, old man," he chuckled. The realization of what he had just called his vernable teacher suddenly hit him like a frieght train. Mortified, his hand flew to cover his offending mouth. "Oh, how could I speak to you so disrespectfully?!" he stampered, blinking rapidly in horror. To speak to one's master in such a manner was unacceptable in Mythran culture. "I'm so sorry, Mrotsi, I'm so very sorry, I shouldn't have-"

Yithion broke into spazams of wheezing laughter, interrupting his shamed apprentice with uncontrollable merryment.

"You," he gasped, doubling over and struggling to speak through his amusement, "You have no idea how long I have waited , oh! Haha, for someone to call me 'old man!' Oh, finally! Hahaha, 'wise one,' 'mrotsi,' they're all just sugary cover-ups of what people want to call me! Ah, now I can die happy knowing I've been called an old man! Heehee!" He gripped the table weakly to stop himself from falling off his chair.

Anmithrayy cracked a small smile of relief, watching Yithion shut his eyes in an attempt to stem the tears flooding forth. "You know what?" he decided, smiling even bigger, "It felt good to call you that. It let some stiffness go from between us. You're a good friend, Yithion, not just a good Mrosti."

Yithion sat up, wiping wet trails from his face. "Aye, and you're a good friend too, Anmithrayy, not just a good Piocutno!" Both smiled at the other, letting the mutual feeling of companionship pass between them wordlessly.

An automated message came over the speakers, breaking the moment. "Attention," the pretty, female voice monotoned, "we are approaching your set destination. Please take manual control of the ship for landing." The owner of the ship slapped his hand on the gameboard.

"Well, what are we doing grinning at each other like lovestruck ducks?! The Imagination Nexus should be in view by now; how'd you like to see it from the cockpit, young 'un?"

Anmithrayy laughed, feeling freer than he had when he had left Rthyrin City. He stood up instantly. "Would I like to? It's every Mythran's dream! Let's go... old man!"

Chapter 18

The Imagination Nexus!

What was a more beautiful sight? Beaming with a brilliant inner glow it rose from the planet surface- which was still to far below to make out- in a spectacular display, reaching higher and higher until it disappeared into the deep blankets of space. It illuminated the dark evening with its soft blue presence, a beacon to any living thing. Anmithrayy gazed at it from the cockpit window, breathless with admiration.

"It's stunning," he sighed, shaking his head slowly. "I can't find words for it."

Yithion nodded, staring at it dreamily. "It's the same feeling that grips every Mythran that claps eyes on it." He put a hand on his apprentice's shoulder. "There stands the very thing our existence clings to. I say, we are leaving Yiwfla out of the party. Go fetch her, she'll like to see it."

Reluctantly Anmithrayy turned from the window, passing out of the cockpit and striding into the main chamber.

A tremor ran through the ship, upsetting his balance and shaking the chess pieces. Yithion's voice drawled out from the speakers.

"Aaaaaatenshun, passengers! This is your captain speaking! Never fear the rumblings and tumblings and occasional falling object, 'tis but some mere turbulence as we enter the atmosphere!"

Anmithrayy chuckled, leaning on the wall for support as he made his way to the extra bunk room.

Yiwfla was sprawled out under one of the rickety wooden bunks, the very picture of misery. Her silky brow crinkled as her bright eyes traced Anmithrayy's advance.

"How're you feeling, girl?" he asked, ruffling her ears. She chuffed* despondently. "Not so good, huh? Well come on over to the cockpit, we're close to landing." He pulled on her. She didn't move. He tugged again. With a resigned sigh, she dragged herself out from the dark corner, following him out of the room with small dog-moans of distress.

Yiwfla immediately calmed at the sight of the Nexus through the window and let her eyes droop contentedly. Anmithrayy grunted as he held her weight, trying to keep her up and make sure her paws didn't bump the control panel.

They were considerably closer to the surface now. Tall buildings were visible far below and the large, closed off area where the Imagination Temple was being built was clustered around the huge beam. The terrain was lovely; the beginnings of a lush jungle environment was bursting up everywhere, new plants coloring the world with bright greens and earthy browns.

Yithion pulled a switch or two and put on a slim headset and mic. He nodded towards the peacefully entranced wolf.

"That seemed to have settled her nerves. Was it difficult getting her over?"

"Well..."' Anmithrayy winced. "It wasn't too bad, if you don't count her digging her claws in a little too deep to keep from sliding." He shrugged apologetically. "You may have to re-do that waxing job on the floor."

Yithion groaned, but turned his attention to the dashboard without complaining.

"Sojse Base, this is Yithion Brill aboard Imagination's Compass. Permission to land please!" he called into the headset. He paused and listened to the response. "Very good. Over and out." The old Mythran hit a switch and winked at the younger, echoing his correspondent's words:

"Permission granted! Next stop, Sojse and the Imagination Nexus!"

Chapter 19

A rushed-looking Mythran walked briskly towards Yithion, Anmithrayy and Yiwfla as they stepped off of the Blue Moon. He righted his oversized hardhat, brushed some dirt off of his bright construction vest and formally bowed.

"Mrotsi Briil,* welcome to Sojse and the Imagination Temple construction site. To what do we owe the honor of your presence?"

Yithion bowed back customarily, his eyes flicking curiously towards a frantic young intern bumbling about behind the respectful greeter. "Thank you for the gracious welcome, Mr.?..."

"Krunola. You may call me Krunola. I'm the main architect and in charge of the construction here."

"Krunola. I have come with my Piocutno to view the Nexus and to further his education."

Krunola turned to Anmithrayy and delivered practiced, reverent salutations, only too pleased to meet what many gossipers called a prodigy. Anmithrayy attempted to return the bow with as much dignity as he could while simultaneously ordering Yiwfla to sit still. She was nearly shaking with excitement, surrounded by new and strange experiences. Her nose twitched, trying to take in all of the unknown scents around her. Only Anmithrayy's firm grip on her scruff kept her from bounding away to explore and meet the various Mythrans walking about.

"Your student is so composed! He must be a pleasure to teach," the architect praised, not seeming to notice the muffled wrestling with Yiwfla. Before Yithion had a chance to respond, the intern he had seen earlier jogged up, stopping next to Krunola.

"Your student is so composed! He must be a pleasure to teach," the architect praised, not seeming to notice the muffled wrestling with Yiwfla. Before Yithion had a chance to respond, the intern he had seen earlier jogged up, stopping next to Krunola.

Krunola sighed. "This is my own apprentice. I apologize if he should step out of line; he is diligent, but has trouble remembering his place." He gave the young Mythran a critical look. Not seeming to notice the condescending comment, the boy bowed cheerfully and grinned at Yiwfla.

Anmithrayy smiled back at him. He looked three or four years younger, but bright and eager. Dressed like his superior, he righted his large hardhat in a similar way.

"When might we arrange a moment to see the Nexus up close?" Yithion inquired, seeing as an invitation was not coming forthwith. Krunola hesitated.

"I am loath to interrupt my men's work on the temple today; they have been having setbacks all day, and their patience grows thin. I believe two days from now would work far better." Yithion's face twitched with brief annoyance, clearing before anyone could notice. "Come; I will be glad to show you to the nearest hotel and help you get settled." Chatting in a business-like manner, the two Mrotsi started towards the nearby bus stop, their Piocutno falling in step behind them.

"Heel, Yiwfla," Anmithrayy requested. When the wolf ignored him, he repeated. "Yiwfla, heel!"

"Let me try," the boy suggested with a friendly smile. Holding his hand face-down and thumb tucked in, he let out a piercing whistle to get her attention. "Here, girl!"

Yiwfla perked up, eyeing the stranger warily. Sniffing the air, she glanced at Anmithrayy as he walked backward with the unfamiliar Mythran. She prowled after them cautiously.

Finally Yiwfla followed the boys hand to his side, nudging his fingers expectantly.

"How did you do that?" Anmithrayy asked, scratching his head.

The boy winked and turned over his hand. He was holding a piece of jerky which he fed to the wolf.

"I usually carry some jerky with me as a snack. Thought she'd smell it and come right over. Oh, I'm Lyftrub, but you can call me Lyf," he said in a friendly way.

"Thanks, Lyf. I really need to work on her training. I'm Anm-"

"Anmithrayy Topnasro. Piocutno of Mrotsi Yithion, I've heard lots about you!"

Anmithrayy blinked in surprise. Considering the fact that he was apprenticed to the most famous Mythran of the age, he probably shouldn't have been, but he was. "I knew my position was prestigious, but people know about me even on Sojse?"

"Do we?" Lyf chuckled at his ignorant companion. "They say you're the luckiest kid on Crux to have been chosen by Yithion. You're going down in history books same as him, though perhaps only as a footnote. Still, years from now, some poor class is probably going to be groaning over a pop-quiz on your life." Both laughed, amused by the idea. Anmithrayy felt that they were going to be good friends.

Chapter 20

Anmithrayy laughed as Lyftrub tried to teach Yiwfla to roll over. She couldn't quite grasp the concept of going all the way around, and would consistently stop with all four feet in the air, waiting expectantly for a reward. Lyf groaned in exasperation.

Yithion and Anmithrayy had been on Sojse for over a day already, trying to get settled in the hotel. Today, Lyftrub had stopped by and offered to show them around the half-built city. Yithion had politely declined, explaining that he had intended to study some literature until they could see the Nexus, but Anmithrayy had leapt at the chance.

The tour had only taken about ten minutes before both of the young Mythrans were thoroughly bored. In search of new venues of entertainment, they had wandered to the recently completed park and tried to teach Yiwfla some tricks, in which they were failing rapidly. Yiwfla gave them a large dog smile from her upside-down position, as if she were telling them that she had no intention of learning to roll over.

Lyftrub gave up, tossing a treat to her in a helpless way. He sat on the grass next to Anmithrayy and struck up a conversation.

"Do you travel with Mrotsi Yithion often? It must be great to be apprenticed to him," he said enthusiastically.

Anmithrayy nodded. "It is," he agreed, picking up a dead stick that was on the ground. He tossed it past Yiwfla, and the big wolf bounded after it nimbly. "This is actually the only trip I've ever gone on with him. The first of many, I hope; I've had a wonderful time so far." Yiwfla loped back and wagged her tail in an invitation to play. "Have you done any traveling?"

Lyftrub wrestled the stick from Yiwfla's mouth and flung it over her head.

Lyftrub wrestled the stick from Yiwfla's mouth and flung it over her head. "Only a boring flight from Bmassal to here so I could become Krunola's apprentice about three years ago. He's too busy to do any traveling; he's overseeing the construction of the Imagination Temple, after all. It takes up all of his time."

Anmithrayy nodded in understanding. "What a privilege to study under him! He's very respected."

Lyf shrugged. "Yes, that's true, and I'm quite grateful, but I don't think he is." He cracked a good natured smile. "Architecture isn't really my talent. I mess up a lot. He likes everything to be perfect, so it really frustrates him when I flunk something." His smile grew into a secretive chuckle as he warmed to his subject. "He gets a really funny expression whenever he's angry. His eyes go all squinty, he frowns like a sad clown and his eyebrows get all crunched up, like this-" Lyf contorted his features, wiggling the creases on his forehead and began speaking in a ridiculously squeaky voice as he mimicked his Mrotsi. "Lyftrub, if I catch you staring into space one more time, I'll ship you back to Ralid in a box half your size before you've finished your six years as my apprentice! We'll see if you have that smile plastered on your face then! Now... hand me that blueprint. And my coffee. Goodness knows I need it."

Both of them laughed at Lyftrub's impersonation. Yiwfla came running back with the stick, panting and watching them curiously as they took turns joking about their grouchy elders.