When Worlds Collide
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Thanks folks. Sorry that this posting is so late. Work has been really busy.
Chapter 3
Lucy shook hands with Meg and smiled, greeting her in the polite fashion that her mother always taught her.“ Hello, My name is Lucy Pevensie.”
“Meg Murray,” said Meg. “This is my younger brother Charles Wallace and my good friend Calvin O’ Keefe.”
Lucy cordially shook hands with both boys and curtsied. “Delighted to make your acquaintances.”
Lucy smiled at them. Meg and Calvin she liked the most instantly. Meg seemed like a very nice girl, the kind of person she would have been friends with at school while Calvin in a way almost reminded her of a young prince from Archenland she was good friends with back in Narnia named Corin. But Charles was another story, there was something very distant and removed about Charles, something she could not place.
Peter and Edmund came down the stairs, having a good jaw about their duel. They saw Lucy greeting their new guest and made the proper introductions.
‘What’s all this noise out here?” asked Susan as she came out of one of the sitting rooms where she had been reading. “You know Mrs. McCready will be very angry if she hears us being too loud.”
She was so worried that she barely noticed their new guests. She soon did of course, and apologized for any rudeness and made the proper introductions. Susan didn’t think much of Meg as Meg seemed to her to be quite comely, and overly brainy. She seemed to the kind of person who would enjoy talking to their obnoxious cousin Eustace. Charles Wallace seemed almost creepy to her, as if he possessed a knowledge no boy his age should have.
But Calvin was another story. She smiled at him playfully as she shook his hand, “ Well, hello, Calvin, pleased to meet you. ”
“Well, we probably shouldn’t stand around her talking, now should we,” said Peter. “Let’s go sit down.”
As the children all sat down in the formal sitting room, Edmund asked, “ So what brings you all here?”
“It’s kind of complicated,” said Meg.
“We could ask you the same,” said Calvin. “ This doesn’t seem like the place you’d find kids.”
“Oh, of course it doesn’t, which is the very reason we’re here,” said Peter . “We’re escaping the war.”
“Escaping the ‘war’?” asked Meg.
“Of course,” said Charles Wallace. “Don’t you member, Mrs Wahtsit said we have gone back in time to England in 1942.”
“You mean World War II?” asked Calvin.
“Wait...” said Susan. “Do you mean to tell me you three came from another time.”
“Why yes, we do, ”said Charles Wallace.
“But that’s… impossible.”
“Stranger things have happened, Susan,” Edmund pointed out.
“I know,” said Susan. “But time travel! That‘s… That’s…”
“Oh, come off it, Su,” Peter said, reminding her of their own journey to Narnia and how time passed between the two worlds. If that could happen to them, who was to say that time travel was impossible.
“Well if they come from the future then maybe they could tell us who is Prime Minister of England in the future,” said Susan.
“I am not sure that would be a good idea,” said Charles Wallace. “ For you to all know to much about the future, in any way shape or form could have severe effects on the course of events.”
“And how old did you say he was?” asked Peter.
“You know,” said Meg. “ Sometimes I even forget myself.”
* * * * *
“If what you say is true, Dr. Ransom,” said Professor Kirke. “ Then our old friend may have something sinister planned.”
Doctor Ransom and Mrs Whatsit had briefed Professor Kirke on the whole situation involving Dr. Weston. Kirke knew well about Westons travels through space through Dr. Ransom, and was one of the few, along with Dr. Ransom, who bought into Westons story of traveling through time. Weston had the knack for pushing past boundaries that no man was meant to break. The boundaries of time being one of them.
“Something sinister may be the least of our worries,” said Ransom. “ Weston wanted to conquer Malacandra. Now doubt with that note book and his machine he could succeed in not only conquering our world, but others as well.”
“You don’t’ suppose he is under the employee of the Axis forces? ” asked Kirke.
“No, ”said Mrs Whatsit. “He is working for one more powerful than the Axis. The very same one who is empowering the forces of Hitler.”
Ransom‘s eyes widened with horror at that suggestion. “You don‘t mean?”
“Weston is under the influence of, as you know him, Ransom, The Bent One. Or as those of my order call him, the dark Thing. ”
Kirke leaned forward in his chair. Ransom had told him all about the Bent One. The Bent one was the fallen Oyarsa who ruled their world. Kirke was smart enough to figure out that the Bent One went by another name, and know what that horrible name was.
“At this point I cannot be sure of what Weston’s full plan is. My Master has not informed me yet as it is not the proper time .But rest assured in time we will know.”
“What do we do until then?” asked Kirke.
“Prepare for a possible battle,” said Mrs Whatsit.
With that Mrs Whatsit vanished. Both men had seen plenty of strange things in their life times, but to watch as Mrs Whatsit suddenly vanished from the room made their mouths drop. Even at their age anything unexplainable could still surprise them.
* * * * *
Polly and Arwen had decided to go to the market to try and get some food. It wouldn’t be very much do to war time rationing. Just a few basic essentials. It was late in the afternoon and they had to hurry. It wouldn’t be long before the German bombers started up again.
It was heart breaking got Polly to see so much of her beloved city in ruins. Several buildings had been hit by bombs and many homes were destroyed. Arwen said nothing but just gazed off into the distance not saying anything, but clearly feeling a deep sense of pain.
As they approached the market that was when they heard it .There was a strange snarling sound . It sounded like that of a dog but more like one over a bad radio. The two of them turned and saw a strange mechanical hound racing towards them.
“Run,” said Polly.
That had been exactly what Arwen was thinking. The two women grabbed each others hands and raced for it. Despite Arwen’s claims of being centuries older, she was much faster than Polly. Polly tried her hardest to keep up but with her age it was harder. The hound was catching p to them.
“That way,” panted Polly pointing at an ally.
They ran past and old homeless begger who carried a cane. The man asked for some money. As much as Polly wished to help they didn’t have time. The hound would be on them soon.
“And you’d better hurry too!” she said.
The two women ran to the end of the ally where they found themselves backed against he wall. The hound crouched down and began to slink towards them. Polly held her hand over her chest as she tried catch her breath, but she knew it wouldn’t matter. This monster would eat them soon.
She saw the old ma hobble up behind the hound. The man raised his walking stick and said something in an unfamiliar language that Polly did not understand. A ball of fire struck the mechanical hound in the rear.
“Begun foul beast!” the man declared. “ Go back to your master from where you came.”
The Hound leapt in the air at the man. Another ball of fire hit the Mechanical Hound as the man dove out of the ay, moving at a speed unnatural for an old man. The hound yelped and slinked away into the streets.
The man stood not looking like a beggar any more. He through off an old cloak and stood their clothed in radiant light. Arwen ran up to the old man.
“Gandalf!” she cried. “It is so good to see you again.”
“Hello to you, Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond.”
“But I thought you had sailed away at the end of the Third Age!”
“And so I did,” said Gandalf. “ However I have been seen back for a short season. Things are in motion that must be stopped and it is for that reason I am here. ”
“What ever do you mean?” asked Arwen.
“This is no place to talk,” said Gandalf .’ May we find some other quarters?”
“Yes,” said Polly, who was still taking everything he had seen in. “I know of a place.”
* * * * *
The Mechanical Hound slinked back to it’s new master, Professor Weston. Weston was shocked to see the burns on the hound. The hound was severely damaged. It appeared to be leaking some kind of liquid as it stumbled down into the basement. It slumped down to the ground and stopped working. Saruman, however smiled with a glint of evil in his eye. It was almost as if he had been hoping for this.
“Who could have done this! ”asked Weston.
“There is only one who could have such power,” said Saruman. “ My old friend .Gandalf the Grey. We may need more forces if Gandalf is involved in this matter.”
Weston smiled. “ I already have that in mind.”
With that he climbed aboard his time machine and flipped a switch. He was gone in flash. Saruman shook his head. It didn’t matter how many other humans Weston gathered. None of them would be any match for Gandalf, especially if Weston was in charge. There was only one who could successfully execute these plans and lead this new army they were forming and that was Saruman himself.
Chapter 3
Lucy shook hands with Meg and smiled, greeting her in the polite fashion that her mother always taught her.“ Hello, My name is Lucy Pevensie.”
“Meg Murray,” said Meg. “This is my younger brother Charles Wallace and my good friend Calvin O’ Keefe.”
Lucy cordially shook hands with both boys and curtsied. “Delighted to make your acquaintances.”
Lucy smiled at them. Meg and Calvin she liked the most instantly. Meg seemed like a very nice girl, the kind of person she would have been friends with at school while Calvin in a way almost reminded her of a young prince from Archenland she was good friends with back in Narnia named Corin. But Charles was another story, there was something very distant and removed about Charles, something she could not place.
Peter and Edmund came down the stairs, having a good jaw about their duel. They saw Lucy greeting their new guest and made the proper introductions.
‘What’s all this noise out here?” asked Susan as she came out of one of the sitting rooms where she had been reading. “You know Mrs. McCready will be very angry if she hears us being too loud.”
She was so worried that she barely noticed their new guests. She soon did of course, and apologized for any rudeness and made the proper introductions. Susan didn’t think much of Meg as Meg seemed to her to be quite comely, and overly brainy. She seemed to the kind of person who would enjoy talking to their obnoxious cousin Eustace. Charles Wallace seemed almost creepy to her, as if he possessed a knowledge no boy his age should have.
But Calvin was another story. She smiled at him playfully as she shook his hand, “ Well, hello, Calvin, pleased to meet you. ”
“Well, we probably shouldn’t stand around her talking, now should we,” said Peter. “Let’s go sit down.”
As the children all sat down in the formal sitting room, Edmund asked, “ So what brings you all here?”
“It’s kind of complicated,” said Meg.
“We could ask you the same,” said Calvin. “ This doesn’t seem like the place you’d find kids.”
“Oh, of course it doesn’t, which is the very reason we’re here,” said Peter . “We’re escaping the war.”
“Escaping the ‘war’?” asked Meg.
“Of course,” said Charles Wallace. “Don’t you member, Mrs Wahtsit said we have gone back in time to England in 1942.”
“You mean World War II?” asked Calvin.
“Wait...” said Susan. “Do you mean to tell me you three came from another time.”
“Why yes, we do, ”said Charles Wallace.
“But that’s… impossible.”
“Stranger things have happened, Susan,” Edmund pointed out.
“I know,” said Susan. “But time travel! That‘s… That’s…”
“Oh, come off it, Su,” Peter said, reminding her of their own journey to Narnia and how time passed between the two worlds. If that could happen to them, who was to say that time travel was impossible.
“Well if they come from the future then maybe they could tell us who is Prime Minister of England in the future,” said Susan.
“I am not sure that would be a good idea,” said Charles Wallace. “ For you to all know to much about the future, in any way shape or form could have severe effects on the course of events.”
“And how old did you say he was?” asked Peter.
“You know,” said Meg. “ Sometimes I even forget myself.”
* * * * *
“If what you say is true, Dr. Ransom,” said Professor Kirke. “ Then our old friend may have something sinister planned.”
Doctor Ransom and Mrs Whatsit had briefed Professor Kirke on the whole situation involving Dr. Weston. Kirke knew well about Westons travels through space through Dr. Ransom, and was one of the few, along with Dr. Ransom, who bought into Westons story of traveling through time. Weston had the knack for pushing past boundaries that no man was meant to break. The boundaries of time being one of them.
“Something sinister may be the least of our worries,” said Ransom. “ Weston wanted to conquer Malacandra. Now doubt with that note book and his machine he could succeed in not only conquering our world, but others as well.”
“You don’t’ suppose he is under the employee of the Axis forces? ” asked Kirke.
“No, ”said Mrs Whatsit. “He is working for one more powerful than the Axis. The very same one who is empowering the forces of Hitler.”
Ransom‘s eyes widened with horror at that suggestion. “You don‘t mean?”
“Weston is under the influence of, as you know him, Ransom, The Bent One. Or as those of my order call him, the dark Thing. ”
Kirke leaned forward in his chair. Ransom had told him all about the Bent One. The Bent one was the fallen Oyarsa who ruled their world. Kirke was smart enough to figure out that the Bent One went by another name, and know what that horrible name was.
“At this point I cannot be sure of what Weston’s full plan is. My Master has not informed me yet as it is not the proper time .But rest assured in time we will know.”
“What do we do until then?” asked Kirke.
“Prepare for a possible battle,” said Mrs Whatsit.
With that Mrs Whatsit vanished. Both men had seen plenty of strange things in their life times, but to watch as Mrs Whatsit suddenly vanished from the room made their mouths drop. Even at their age anything unexplainable could still surprise them.
* * * * *
Polly and Arwen had decided to go to the market to try and get some food. It wouldn’t be very much do to war time rationing. Just a few basic essentials. It was late in the afternoon and they had to hurry. It wouldn’t be long before the German bombers started up again.
It was heart breaking got Polly to see so much of her beloved city in ruins. Several buildings had been hit by bombs and many homes were destroyed. Arwen said nothing but just gazed off into the distance not saying anything, but clearly feeling a deep sense of pain.
As they approached the market that was when they heard it .There was a strange snarling sound . It sounded like that of a dog but more like one over a bad radio. The two of them turned and saw a strange mechanical hound racing towards them.
“Run,” said Polly.
That had been exactly what Arwen was thinking. The two women grabbed each others hands and raced for it. Despite Arwen’s claims of being centuries older, she was much faster than Polly. Polly tried her hardest to keep up but with her age it was harder. The hound was catching p to them.
“That way,” panted Polly pointing at an ally.
They ran past and old homeless begger who carried a cane. The man asked for some money. As much as Polly wished to help they didn’t have time. The hound would be on them soon.
“And you’d better hurry too!” she said.
The two women ran to the end of the ally where they found themselves backed against he wall. The hound crouched down and began to slink towards them. Polly held her hand over her chest as she tried catch her breath, but she knew it wouldn’t matter. This monster would eat them soon.
She saw the old ma hobble up behind the hound. The man raised his walking stick and said something in an unfamiliar language that Polly did not understand. A ball of fire struck the mechanical hound in the rear.
“Begun foul beast!” the man declared. “ Go back to your master from where you came.”
The Hound leapt in the air at the man. Another ball of fire hit the Mechanical Hound as the man dove out of the ay, moving at a speed unnatural for an old man. The hound yelped and slinked away into the streets.
The man stood not looking like a beggar any more. He through off an old cloak and stood their clothed in radiant light. Arwen ran up to the old man.
“Gandalf!” she cried. “It is so good to see you again.”
“Hello to you, Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond.”
“But I thought you had sailed away at the end of the Third Age!”
“And so I did,” said Gandalf. “ However I have been seen back for a short season. Things are in motion that must be stopped and it is for that reason I am here. ”
“What ever do you mean?” asked Arwen.
“This is no place to talk,” said Gandalf .’ May we find some other quarters?”
“Yes,” said Polly, who was still taking everything he had seen in. “I know of a place.”
* * * * *
The Mechanical Hound slinked back to it’s new master, Professor Weston. Weston was shocked to see the burns on the hound. The hound was severely damaged. It appeared to be leaking some kind of liquid as it stumbled down into the basement. It slumped down to the ground and stopped working. Saruman, however smiled with a glint of evil in his eye. It was almost as if he had been hoping for this.
“Who could have done this! ”asked Weston.
“There is only one who could have such power,” said Saruman. “ My old friend .Gandalf the Grey. We may need more forces if Gandalf is involved in this matter.”
Weston smiled. “ I already have that in mind.”
With that he climbed aboard his time machine and flipped a switch. He was gone in flash. Saruman shook his head. It didn’t matter how many other humans Weston gathered. None of them would be any match for Gandalf, especially if Weston was in charge. There was only one who could successfully execute these plans and lead this new army they were forming and that was Saruman himself.
KathrynJanewayChakotay
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Great update Sven keep up the good work i love how you blend all of the characters together so well and keep the story going in the same direction with so many: Your a great writer. Great way to reveal Gandalf. I was not expecting the beggar to be him.