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The dragon was gone—its body crumbled and swallowed in the heart of the dying galaxy. He’d seen the light fade from the creature’s eyes and knew that it was no more, but despite his satisfaction, he knew that it would soon be his turn to meet his end. The fight had taken everything from him. Every fleeting grasp of strength had left his scrawny, battered body, and as he watched, the darkness drew him closer.
He’d slain the creature.
He’d won the day…
A faint smile spread across his face as the torn hole in reality reached out for him. Dying was different, even when you’re already dead in the first place, but what waited for him now was something altogether different. Was he just going to cease to exist? Just blink out of existence?
Should he have been scared as he slipped into oblivion?
The smile lingered on his battered visage as the universe he’d known faded into the distance.
He fell.
Memories swirled around him in a blur as the darkness consumed him. Friends, rivals, strangers… they all came and went in an instant as the world crumbled into pieces.
At the bottom of the darkness, there was a sudden flash of light.
By the time he could move his hands again, he felt the rush of water against his pallid countenance. Cold, damn water.
Alive?
Seventeen let out a groan as he lifted his head up out of the water. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light, but once they did, he realized that he was resting in shallow water near a riverbank. The going was rough, but he managed to stumble up to his feet and wade out onto the grass. Once there, he promptly dropped back down to his knees and started to glance at the nearby terrain.
Tall mountains in the distance, with little bits of white at their peaks. Looked normal.
In another direction, he spotted a bunch of rolling hills dotted with the occasional patch of shrubs or tall tree. Again, that looked normal.
The river he had escaped wounded a couple of times before vanishing into a dense forest. The trees were green, and the leaves weren’t anything extraterrestrial in nature. It looked a lot like Earth, but the logic of that made zero sense.
Prior to this, he’d been in the Western Quadrant. He couldn’t recall the name, but the galaxy the dragon and he had trashed had been devoid of sentient life.
Then how the hell did we wind up in a river on pseudo-Earth?
“Are you okay?” A voice called out, prompting the damp man to twitch as he craned his neck. He was being approached by a man covered in full plate and riding…
An ostrich? A big… yellow ostrich? Ostriches were native to his planet, even if he’d never seen one that looked as if it had been drawn with a crayon. And this masculine-sounding man had spoken a language he understood. An attempt to sense the man’s ki or scan him seemed to accomplish nothing but make the cyborg look as if he was constipated.
“I repeat,” the figure decreed as he drew up within a few yards of the kneeling, water-drenched warrior. “Are you okay, young man? Did you fall into the river?”
Speak, dingus.
“Yes,” Seventeen muttered as he grimaced and stood up off the wet grass.
“She can be treacherous during the summertime, you know.” The man, whose attire evoked images of the distant past, muttered as he pushed up the visor of his helmet. “Are you injured? I see no blood on your clothing.”
Seventeen shook his head. “No injuries, but I think I may have struck my head. Can you tell me where we are, my good sir?”
“We are in Laconia.”
“…what planet is that?”
The knight tilted his head before shaking it slowly. “Your internal injuries must be grandiose in scale. We’re on Erde Nona. This region is called Laconia, and it is known for its exports of agricultural products and assholes.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Seventeen mumbled as he tried to feign comprehending what could easily be a bunch of gibberish. “I was out here to… fish, and I fell into the river and it dragged me for a good, long while. Not sure where I’m from, though.”
“That is a tragic tale, young man,” the knight decreed. “I can offer you transit to the nearest settlement, if you desire. It may not cure your mental impediments, but you may be able to find solace in the warm embrace of civilization.”
“Most definitely,” Seventeen answered with a smile as the knight casually removed his helmet and stored it in his saddlebags. Beneath the armor was a man roughly a decade older than the cyborg appeared to be.
“My name is Ser Aurum,” the knight declared as he offered a gauntleted hand to his acquaintance. “Pray tell, who are you?”
Once Seventeen was secure on the saddle, he replied. “I’m Seventeen.”
“Seventeenth what?” Ser Aurum inquired as he guided his bird away from the river. “That is an impressive lineage… certainly, you will find kinsmen on our world.”
The waterlogged cyborg bit his lip. He knew a lot of the local areas of space, and there was nowhere called ‘Erde Nona’, which placed him well outside his little neighborhood of the galaxy.
Unless I’m dead? Seventeen scowled as he glimpsed up at the sky. There were clouds hanging overhead, but he’d have to see if he could triangulate himself once it was nighttime. Could be another reality. That happened to Supes once or twice, didn’t it?
“Where’d you get the ostrich?” The cyborg inquired, which prompted the bird to crane its neck around and look at him with what could only be described as a scathing glare. Strangely, the creature never lost a step to its gait.
“Surely you didn’t hit your head hard enough that you’ve forgotten what a chocobo looks like,” the armored man chuckled. “This one is called Maximus. He is my faithful companion.”
Seventeen nodded even though he struggled to follow what was unfurling around him. “So you serve a king?”
Ser Aurum chuckled. “The only real king on this planet lives in Arcadia. Out here, that word can mean so very little, my young friend. I was knighted by the old king of Arcadia, but that was years ago, before I left for these parts.”
“Why’d you leave?”
The man slumped just a bit in his saddle. “I had a family, and we came out here for a fresh start. Unfortunately, they were taken from me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Seventeen muttered, prompting a shake of the head from his new acquaintance.
“You didn’t know, and that was many years ago. I’ve spent the last decade of my life traveling and trying to keep the little people safe,” he laughed. “I’ve run afoul of a few kings and dukes and all sorts of thugs with made-up titles. The Hinterlands, especially here in Laconia, can sometimes be a rough place.”
“Lovely.”
Aurum shrugged his shoulders. “That’s likely not the operative word.” A pause lingered for a few moments too long before the man continued to speak. “The nearest settlement is Zamara. You should be able to find some answers there.”
“Sounds good,” Seventeen replied as his new companion chuckled before gently asking his giant bird to run faster.
He’d slain the creature.
He’d won the day…
A faint smile spread across his face as the torn hole in reality reached out for him. Dying was different, even when you’re already dead in the first place, but what waited for him now was something altogether different. Was he just going to cease to exist? Just blink out of existence?
Should he have been scared as he slipped into oblivion?
The smile lingered on his battered visage as the universe he’d known faded into the distance.
He fell.
Memories swirled around him in a blur as the darkness consumed him. Friends, rivals, strangers… they all came and went in an instant as the world crumbled into pieces.
At the bottom of the darkness, there was a sudden flash of light.
By the time he could move his hands again, he felt the rush of water against his pallid countenance. Cold, damn water.
Alive?
Seventeen let out a groan as he lifted his head up out of the water. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light, but once they did, he realized that he was resting in shallow water near a riverbank. The going was rough, but he managed to stumble up to his feet and wade out onto the grass. Once there, he promptly dropped back down to his knees and started to glance at the nearby terrain.
Tall mountains in the distance, with little bits of white at their peaks. Looked normal.
In another direction, he spotted a bunch of rolling hills dotted with the occasional patch of shrubs or tall tree. Again, that looked normal.
The river he had escaped wounded a couple of times before vanishing into a dense forest. The trees were green, and the leaves weren’t anything extraterrestrial in nature. It looked a lot like Earth, but the logic of that made zero sense.
Prior to this, he’d been in the Western Quadrant. He couldn’t recall the name, but the galaxy the dragon and he had trashed had been devoid of sentient life.
Then how the hell did we wind up in a river on pseudo-Earth?
“Are you okay?” A voice called out, prompting the damp man to twitch as he craned his neck. He was being approached by a man covered in full plate and riding…
An ostrich? A big… yellow ostrich? Ostriches were native to his planet, even if he’d never seen one that looked as if it had been drawn with a crayon. And this masculine-sounding man had spoken a language he understood. An attempt to sense the man’s ki or scan him seemed to accomplish nothing but make the cyborg look as if he was constipated.
“I repeat,” the figure decreed as he drew up within a few yards of the kneeling, water-drenched warrior. “Are you okay, young man? Did you fall into the river?”
Speak, dingus.
“Yes,” Seventeen muttered as he grimaced and stood up off the wet grass.
“She can be treacherous during the summertime, you know.” The man, whose attire evoked images of the distant past, muttered as he pushed up the visor of his helmet. “Are you injured? I see no blood on your clothing.”
Seventeen shook his head. “No injuries, but I think I may have struck my head. Can you tell me where we are, my good sir?”
“We are in Laconia.”
“…what planet is that?”
The knight tilted his head before shaking it slowly. “Your internal injuries must be grandiose in scale. We’re on Erde Nona. This region is called Laconia, and it is known for its exports of agricultural products and assholes.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Seventeen mumbled as he tried to feign comprehending what could easily be a bunch of gibberish. “I was out here to… fish, and I fell into the river and it dragged me for a good, long while. Not sure where I’m from, though.”
“That is a tragic tale, young man,” the knight decreed. “I can offer you transit to the nearest settlement, if you desire. It may not cure your mental impediments, but you may be able to find solace in the warm embrace of civilization.”
“Most definitely,” Seventeen answered with a smile as the knight casually removed his helmet and stored it in his saddlebags. Beneath the armor was a man roughly a decade older than the cyborg appeared to be.
“My name is Ser Aurum,” the knight declared as he offered a gauntleted hand to his acquaintance. “Pray tell, who are you?”
Once Seventeen was secure on the saddle, he replied. “I’m Seventeen.”
“Seventeenth what?” Ser Aurum inquired as he guided his bird away from the river. “That is an impressive lineage… certainly, you will find kinsmen on our world.”
The waterlogged cyborg bit his lip. He knew a lot of the local areas of space, and there was nowhere called ‘Erde Nona’, which placed him well outside his little neighborhood of the galaxy.
Unless I’m dead? Seventeen scowled as he glimpsed up at the sky. There were clouds hanging overhead, but he’d have to see if he could triangulate himself once it was nighttime. Could be another reality. That happened to Supes once or twice, didn’t it?
“Where’d you get the ostrich?” The cyborg inquired, which prompted the bird to crane its neck around and look at him with what could only be described as a scathing glare. Strangely, the creature never lost a step to its gait.
“Surely you didn’t hit your head hard enough that you’ve forgotten what a chocobo looks like,” the armored man chuckled. “This one is called Maximus. He is my faithful companion.”
Seventeen nodded even though he struggled to follow what was unfurling around him. “So you serve a king?”
Ser Aurum chuckled. “The only real king on this planet lives in Arcadia. Out here, that word can mean so very little, my young friend. I was knighted by the old king of Arcadia, but that was years ago, before I left for these parts.”
“Why’d you leave?”
The man slumped just a bit in his saddle. “I had a family, and we came out here for a fresh start. Unfortunately, they were taken from me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Seventeen muttered, prompting a shake of the head from his new acquaintance.
“You didn’t know, and that was many years ago. I’ve spent the last decade of my life traveling and trying to keep the little people safe,” he laughed. “I’ve run afoul of a few kings and dukes and all sorts of thugs with made-up titles. The Hinterlands, especially here in Laconia, can sometimes be a rough place.”
“Lovely.”
Aurum shrugged his shoulders. “That’s likely not the operative word.” A pause lingered for a few moments too long before the man continued to speak. “The nearest settlement is Zamara. You should be able to find some answers there.”
“Sounds good,” Seventeen replied as his new companion chuckled before gently asking his giant bird to run faster.