Racen watched as the two creatures appeared in Typo Alley. Why did the author want then to come here? I mean they are just lowly animals. Not that I have anything against them, but it doesn't seem like they would fit in very well here.
"You will learn that soon enough," the Author said reading Racen's thoughts again. Racen spun round and glared at the author without saying a word. "Giving me the silent treatment are you eh? Well no matter, I can put up with that all day long. It gives me more time to think." He is just ranting! I bet when the readers come to this part of the story they will get real mad at him. "Racen, if you insist on letting the readers know what you are thinking at least you could do them the courtesy of using better grammar. It should be "really" not real."
Racen abruptly turned on her heel and walked away. I don't even know why I put up with that guy. Racen willed that the Author not read her thoughts. Whether this worked, or the author just decided to ignore it she didn't know, but she was glad that he remained silent.
"Hello," Racen said, greeting the two animals. Something told her that they could at least understand what she was saying. She knew that she was safe just so long as the wolf was a not a renegade. Wolves never ate humans unless they were desperate.
"Hello," the wolf said as she bowed his head respectfully. "My name is Wold and this is Katya. She's my friend. We have been sent here to keep you company. What is your name, elf?"
Racen was taken aback. He can actually talk to me? What is this, Narnia? She stood there in a trance like state for a moment until RP spoke for the two of them. This cannot be happening. It's just...insane!
"I am RP417. This is my friend, Racen," Friend? I am not quite sure if that is the right term. "I hope you enjoy your time here! All those who come here are welcome, just so long as they are authentic typo's. We don't let fakes join our club," Club? What club is he talking about?
"You mean you don't have a problem with accepting animals?" Katya said in a higher tone of voice. Her skin began to shimmer. It turned to a light pink. Cool! How does she do that?
"Of course we accept animals. The only requirement is that you are a genuine typo."
"What do you mean by saying that we have to be a typo. What is a typo?" Wold asked.
"A typo is just an error made while writing something down," RP417 said, quite patiently.
"Oh, okay," Wold replied as he stretched. Racen was surprised by how deeply she spoke all the time. I guess it does sort of make sense that wolves would have deep voices; but then again you would think that elephant's would have even deeper voices. I suppose females don't.
"Well what do you think we should do right now?" Racen asked as she fussed with here long silvery hair, so that is was perfectly strait.
Katya began to raise here left foreleg but collapsed in the effort. She sent Wold scurrying out of the way as fell to the ground with a crash which shook the building to the very foundation. The little stool with RP417 was sitting on teetered back and forth, threatening to fall over.
"It seems as if something earth shattering has just occurred," The Author commented dryly.
"Oh I'll be fine," Katya said. "That just shows you what I get for trying to be polite by raising a foreleg before speaking." Everyone, especially Racen, chuckled. I think I will enjoy being around Katya once I get to know here a little better. She seems to be nice and polite, even if she can be a little clumsy at times. Maybe I can help here get acclimated here. Well, that's as soon as I am.
"What was it that you wanted to say?" Racen asked Katya when she had regained her feet.
"Oh, I have forgotten it by now in all the excitement. That is the annoying part about being an elephant. Everyone thinks that we have long memory but it is actually horrible!" Racen could hardly help herself from laughing. An elephant having terrible memory. Now that is something unheard of. Just then the author chimed in with his opinion of what they should do.
"I have an idea that would interest my little dwarf here very much. Why don't you go and look in that closet over there. I think that you will find what is in there to be of interest. Just trust me."
"Not to be rude, but I don't appreciate being called a 'little dwarf.' And I have no idea why I'd be interested in a little closet. I have already looked in there and all I found was some coats."
"Maybe he put some other things in there since then," Racen suggested. "Why else would he tell you to go in there and have a look. The AC in here isn't cold enough to wear a coat is it?"
RP417 shrugged and walked over to the closet, giving Katya a wide berth just to be on the safe side of things. When he opened the closet he gasped and recoiled. Instead of finding coats neatly hung up on hangers he saw a large half open crate. There were several tools inside it.
"By my beard!" He exclaimed. "I'm sure that none of this stuff was here yesterday afternoon."
He reverently took out one of tools and saw a sword of the most perfect workmanship he'd ever seen. For a moment he stood there speechless holding it in his hands. He dared not take it out of its sheath for fear of breaking the steel. The handle was covered by red leather and the hilt was made of polished steel. In the middle of the latter were set two perfectly round balls of jade. At last he summoned the courage to draw the blade out a few inches. The lights of the ceiling above reflected off of the double-edged blade into RP's eyes. He angled a sword away from the light and examined it more closely. He noticed a little trough, so to speak in the blade. In it there were two lines of neatly engraved writing. It reads as follows.
The bearer of this golden blade shall suffer evils to be repaid
But remember the prophecy of Arcade about him who bears the jade
"Why...what could that mean?" RP said stroking his beard. Racen leaned over his head and read the engraved writing. That's strange! It sound so, prophetic.
"It is up for you to you figure out what the meaning of the writing is." The author said, pacing in a broad circle and then coming to a stop. "But I will give you the first clue to send you on your journey. Take a carful look at what is in the crate. When you have done so, start using them to dig your way down into the Story World. You shouldn't have too much trouble getting there. As soon as you arrive you will begin your journey by following the directions on this map. That is all I can tell you for now. Oh by the way; you will come with me, KatyaElefant. I have a special job for you. Now it is time for me to to go. Goodbye!"
With that he handed them a map which he pulled out of his black briefcase and walked toward the large set of double doors with Katya in tow. The elephant turned and waved goodbye.
"See you later Wold. Goodbye RP and Racen. I hope to see you soon. Racen waved.
Well I guess I won't get to know her anymore. Just then something caught Racen's eye. It was the outline of a curved stick protruding from the bottom of the box she pulled and out and saw that it was a recurve bow. She soon found a quiver of arrows to go with it. It's beautiful.
"I guess the author didn't want me to get anything," Wold said dropping her head in shame.
"No, but you will be able to aid us with you acute sense of smell and night vision." RP said.
"That's right!" Racen affirmed. "Now...let's see about these tools!"
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