The First Year (Fanfic)
Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 10:57 pm
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For an instant the world shone like a blue sun, and then he was gone.
Blinking, dazed, disoriented. Every painful heartbeat echoing like a drum. Warmth pulsing against one hand, slowly fading away to be replaced by cold, jagged, thorn-shaped stone. Cave, dank and dark save for the gradually dimming circle of blue light in its center. Low, rumbling, mumbling growl, followed by higher-pitched squeaking, both worried.
It took a moment for her to remember where she was, who she was, that the individual she existed. Not she, she thought, as she gathered up the stray pieces of her consciousness. Daisy. NYU student, nice girl, doorstop baby, princess of a dying world.
A world of dinosaurs.
Struggling to pull her mind together, staring at the stone wall through which she'd watched the last traces of normality (sanity, safety, home) disappear, she reflected that the thought didn't seem as wonderful as it might have forty-eight hours ago.
A dying world, so far away from everything she knew. But she could go back, couldn't she? It shouldn't be too hard. Pick up the rock again, open up that deep, bright, hidden place inside. Step through, go home, never come back.
Even as the thought entered her mind, she knew she couldn't. The stone had been warm against her skin for as long as she could remember (and she could remember, oh yes, so many times that she'd felt terribly cold and afraid and alone and it'd been there like a beacon, a friend in the dark), but now it lay cold and lifeless in her palm. There'd be no getting back that way.
She was almost tempted to try anyway. But the walls between worlds had been damaged (dangerously fragile, eggshell-thin) and she couldn't destroy both worlds after all they'd been through to stop that very thing from happening.
Besides, this place was in chaos. All these people would live like animals (continue to live like animals) until the day they finally ran out of food and water and died in droves, clawing at each other for something to eat as they suffocated on the filthy air. They needed a sane leader who would not only take care of them, but care for them.
They needed her, and it scared her to death.
There'd be no getting back at all.
Her eyes stung and her breath came faster, and there was no telling what she might have done next if she hadn't been distracted by tiny claws plucking plaintively at the hem of her skirt. She glanced down, blinking to clear the sudden blurring from her vision, and looked into a pair of huge, dark, liquid eyes.
Yoshi made another of his soft, cooing squeaks, tilting his scaly head to the side. The tiny creature stared questioningly up at her, and she couldn't help but smile in spite of the situation.
"I'm fine," she told him. She glanced up at the looming figure standing awkardly a short ways away. "Really, I am."
The creature backed away a couple of steps, nervously playing a short riff on its harmonica (where on earth did a-- what were they called-- goomba?-- get a harmonica?). Obviously, it didn't care to comment even if it could have.
Pull it together. They need you, and they're watching.
She took a breath, and another, and another; and then she squared her shoulders and tried to speak without quavering. "Come on," she said, her voice just barely shaking, "let's go home."
This seemed to cheer her companions up a bit. With a chorus of coos and cheerful grumbles, the two reptilian creatures hobbled off down the tunnel to the city.
She took one last look at the wall (the solid, impenetrable wall, with its awful new decoration). Then, squeezing the splinter of meteorite until it hurt her palm, she turned and followed her only friends in the world, and told herself that everything would be alright.
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January First, 0000-- Koopa overthrown, new calendar put into use. There is some debate as to whether this is actually the correct date, due to the confusion surrounding this time.
The First Year of Queen Daisy's rule begins.
For an instant the world shone like a blue sun, and then he was gone.
Blinking, dazed, disoriented. Every painful heartbeat echoing like a drum. Warmth pulsing against one hand, slowly fading away to be replaced by cold, jagged, thorn-shaped stone. Cave, dank and dark save for the gradually dimming circle of blue light in its center. Low, rumbling, mumbling growl, followed by higher-pitched squeaking, both worried.
It took a moment for her to remember where she was, who she was, that the individual she existed. Not she, she thought, as she gathered up the stray pieces of her consciousness. Daisy. NYU student, nice girl, doorstop baby, princess of a dying world.
A world of dinosaurs.
Struggling to pull her mind together, staring at the stone wall through which she'd watched the last traces of normality (sanity, safety, home) disappear, she reflected that the thought didn't seem as wonderful as it might have forty-eight hours ago.
A dying world, so far away from everything she knew. But she could go back, couldn't she? It shouldn't be too hard. Pick up the rock again, open up that deep, bright, hidden place inside. Step through, go home, never come back.
Even as the thought entered her mind, she knew she couldn't. The stone had been warm against her skin for as long as she could remember (and she could remember, oh yes, so many times that she'd felt terribly cold and afraid and alone and it'd been there like a beacon, a friend in the dark), but now it lay cold and lifeless in her palm. There'd be no getting back that way.
She was almost tempted to try anyway. But the walls between worlds had been damaged (dangerously fragile, eggshell-thin) and she couldn't destroy both worlds after all they'd been through to stop that very thing from happening.
Besides, this place was in chaos. All these people would live like animals (continue to live like animals) until the day they finally ran out of food and water and died in droves, clawing at each other for something to eat as they suffocated on the filthy air. They needed a sane leader who would not only take care of them, but care for them.
They needed her, and it scared her to death.
There'd be no getting back at all.
Her eyes stung and her breath came faster, and there was no telling what she might have done next if she hadn't been distracted by tiny claws plucking plaintively at the hem of her skirt. She glanced down, blinking to clear the sudden blurring from her vision, and looked into a pair of huge, dark, liquid eyes.
Yoshi made another of his soft, cooing squeaks, tilting his scaly head to the side. The tiny creature stared questioningly up at her, and she couldn't help but smile in spite of the situation.
"I'm fine," she told him. She glanced up at the looming figure standing awkardly a short ways away. "Really, I am."
The creature backed away a couple of steps, nervously playing a short riff on its harmonica (where on earth did a-- what were they called-- goomba?-- get a harmonica?). Obviously, it didn't care to comment even if it could have.
Pull it together. They need you, and they're watching.
She took a breath, and another, and another; and then she squared her shoulders and tried to speak without quavering. "Come on," she said, her voice just barely shaking, "let's go home."
This seemed to cheer her companions up a bit. With a chorus of coos and cheerful grumbles, the two reptilian creatures hobbled off down the tunnel to the city.
She took one last look at the wall (the solid, impenetrable wall, with its awful new decoration). Then, squeezing the splinter of meteorite until it hurt her palm, she turned and followed her only friends in the world, and told herself that everything would be alright.
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January First, 0000-- Koopa overthrown, new calendar put into use. There is some debate as to whether this is actually the correct date, due to the confusion surrounding this time.
The First Year of Queen Daisy's rule begins.