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Date Posted: 19:53:56 03/03/02 Sun
Author: Wolven, Olashi
Subject: Coin of Worlds...

This is a story told of a place far away, in another galaxy, and of two people in it. The story of two that saved an entire planet. The tale must be told here.

T'was night on Terole. This planet was dusted and dry, with two beings that governed it's affairs after it being discovered and colonized. These two were Redwood, a Korat, and Oceana, a Night Cat. Redwood was defensive and violent, and aggressive, while Oceana was peaceful and younger. They worked well together. Terole was growing and prosperous, with many newcomers daily. It is unknown how the blackships came or from where or why they did what they did. They first fired upon the City of Nankampi, the capitol City of Terole. Citizens fled as buildings fell and burned. Soon more blackships came, firing upon everything. Redwood was sought out and murdered, after saving several Terolians. Oceana was also killed, again after saving some Terolians. Some survived and escaped to a place unknown to all. Now, we shall begin the story in truth and detail.

Far in Lavana, a small rough-furred brown form huddled against the night's terrors. In the lands surrounding Penins' Falls was not the place to spend a darkened time such as night, no indeed. Bright golden eyes peered out from her hiding place among ancient roots, always watchful. The ice in the gold eyes and the aggressiveness in the limp form were only secondarily noticed. She was a Wolven, a creature akin to an Earthen werewolf. Her name was Kesthi.

That night it stormed. Violent rains and harsh winds pelted the forests and the young Wolven. In the worst of the storm, there was a flash of light, a spicy scent, and a booming crash. A Portal appeared, near Kesthi's huddled body, and a small round object dropped from its center. Her ears pricked and her head she raised to identify this strange thing. With a glare at the Portal, which swiftly disappeared, she rose and approached the small object. As she picked it up carefully, lightning flashed and the carvings upon its surface were apparent. T'was a Coin of Worlds. The crest of the Tri-System was on one side; on the opposite was the Terolian symbol.

Kesthi's icy gaze simply stared at the Coin for a moment, not quite believing she held one of the few and invaluable. It was incredible. A crash of ominous thunder sounded overhead and she winced, pinning her ears to her thick skull and baring long fangs. Clutching the Coin, lest she lose it in the downpour, she slipped away...

Five days later she arrived, garbed in dark green and cleansed, in the Olashian City of Oran. Walking proudly, she approached the Leaders, the Simnohs, of that City. They did not listen to her as she pleaded to send ships to Terole. Something must be wrong, for Terolian Coins are rare and not to be randomly sent through Portals. The Simnohs could not understand her point. After speaking in an alarmingly loud voice and gesturing wildly, trying to get them to believe her, Kesthi left the City. Furious and raging at her failure, she wished she knew how to use the Coin herself to transport herself to Terole. Talking out-loud to trees, Elei, and anything else that might listen, she explained why she could not help. Then, quite suddenly, an old voice echoed in her head. Frozen in place, she listened.

"A hole in the space-time continuum... fluctuating unsteadily until a more stable opening can be made... Bringing with it, from any nearby stars and nebulas, colorful gasses and sparks and swirls of light... It is a transport to anywhere in this universe and quite possibly beyond... Sonic booms constantly sounding from the hole, this transport, this Portal..."

As the voice faded away, Kesthi stood in shock and sudden understanding. Nodding to herself, she finally knew what those strange tugs at her mind were, those insistent feelings of stretch and pull. Concentrating, she created one of those in front of her. Impulsive as ever, she kept it until it bubbled steadily, creating a full-blown Portal. Using the Coin of Worlds as her guide, she leapt through the swirl of static light... to Terole.

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