Until Tomorrow
By K.P.
Have you ever had deja vu, well this I used to, too. That was until the day I met the old man. The day started the same as before, me and Tim, my best friend since forever, would go to the farm and lift hay and take care of the sheep and other odd jobs around the farm. We live in the village of Orgon, a village that until a few years ago was nothing, then someone found a cave filled with gold, silver, and other minerals.
“Roger, stop daydreaming and get back to lifting hay.” Tim yells. I often just stop what I am doing and start staring off into the mountain. I don’t know why, but sometimes I swear that I can see something on the mountain.
“Alright, I’m coming.” I called back.
“You better I’m not doing all the work.” he retorts and we both get back to our job.
Hours pass on the farm and we finally are done. It’s around noon when we get back to the village. Most days it’s empty with everyone deep in the mines in search of riches but, today two strangers on horseback and masks were in front of my house.
“Roger Temporalin, come with us.” they say in complete unison, but I could tell they hadn’t rehearsed that line.
“Why should I, I don’t feel like going anywhere with the Pony Pals.” I say, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea, since the one to the right looked pretty jacked and the other had a sword.
“Hold your tongue boy.” the one to the left said, “before you lose it.”
“Back off Red, he ain’t a problem.” the other told him, “just come with us, and no one here gets hurt.” he says to me.
“Why do you want him?” Tim squeaks. He was always nervous around people he didn’t know. I was surprised he would talk at all after seeing them.
“That is of no concern to you.” Red says. I got a bad feeling from the way he said this so I turned to Tim and said.
“Run.” and I sprinted towards the woods and hoped that Tim would follow though I knew they wouldn’t catch him, he was always the fastest when we raced.
“Hey, stop.” They both yell surprised, as we run into the woods.
After what seemed like hours, we finally came to a stop by a large oak tree.
“Do you think we lost them?” Tim huffed “I hope we can stay here and not get caught.”
“You should be safe here for a while, Roger,” said a gruff voice. Startled Tim and I jumped back. “Sorry for the scare, but I thought you should know that they’re nowhere near here.”
“Who are you?” I asked. The voice belonged to an old guy that looked pretty beat up. He had a long scar from the bridge of his nose to the edge of his jaw on the left side. His skin was tan and leathery like he worked in the sun for years, so he must not have lived near here because it never was very sunny, only overcast.
“My name doesn’t matter.” He said with a dark expression. “You can call me whatever you want.”
“What do you want, Old Man.” I asked defensively . , “How do you know my name?”
“I have been sent to help and protect you from the Kronos Crusade,” He stated flatly. “The two people in town who were on the horses, the two with the masks. They want to take you to their leader, who wishes to use you in a ritual.”
“Why would they want me?” I ask angrily. Who was this guy and why would anyone want me, and what kind of maniac would believe in magic.
“I don’t know.” the old man said solemnly. I could tell he was lying.
“How do we know that we can trust you?” Tim asked sheepishly.
“You can, I’m getting paid.” He boasted.
“Well that sure helps.” I said sarcastically. I had a bad feeling about the old man, I trusted him the same I trusted a wolf in a sheep pen.
“Well if you’re done asking questions, we better get a move on.” the old man said.
“Where would we go?” Tim asked nervously.
“My house in the mountains.” The old man said solemnly and started off toward the mountain. “Aren’t you coming?” he said, turning back.
After hours of walking through the woods, we came to a small hut that looked like it’s been here forever. It was probably 14 feet tall at the top of the roof and about 20 feet across.
“We’re here.” the old man said.
“So what do we do now?” I said aggressively.
“With a little luck, stay here and wait until tomorrow,” The old man said matter of factly,” then you can go back to your life and you can forget all about this.”
“Why would they stop trying to find me after today?” I said confused.
“Theres a time limit, I guess. For the ritual, I mean” The old man said. “I think it can only happen today or something.”
“So, what are we going to do here until tomorrow?” Tim asks, changing the subject.
“You two should stay inside while I keep watch.” the old man answers, and with that me and Tim went inside and took a nap.
After I woke up from my nap, I went to check on the old man. It was dusk, and the old man was chopping wood out front. He looked angry and hurt, I wondered why.
“What are you doing out of the hut?” the old man grunted, not looking up. “I thought I told you to stay inside until tomorrow.”
“Jeez, someone’s a cranky pants.” I retorted, “I was just checking if it was the morning, I was sleeping in there.”
“It’s only been 3 hours since we got here, get back inside.” He said in his gruff old voice.
“Yeah, get back inside, there’s some bad people in these woods.” A Young voice said in a sing-song voice. The old man and I turned to see Red, the masked horseman that was at my house.
“How did you find me?” I blurted out.
“I have some experience in finding people.” He said happily.
“Red, why don’t you take a break this time.” the old man said hopefully. “Maybe this time we come to an agreement to stop this madness.”
“What are you talking about, old man?” I asked, confused. What did he mean this time? Did they know each other, were they working together?
“Hopefully, you’ll never need to know, kid.” the old man said, dropping the axe and extending his right hand. “Now stand back, I need to deal with this clown.”
“How quaint, the old man thinks he can save anyone.” Red said angrily. He took his sword and swung at the air leaving a gaping void where he swung.
“This again, I haven’t learned anything new.” the old man said smugly. A giant vine came out of the old man’s right and struck Red in the head knocking off his mask. Revealing Red looked exactly like a younger version of the old man.
“Enough of this.” Red said angrily, jumping into the void. The next second the world went black. Then I found myself in the middle of a gem-filled cave, where hundreds of masked people stood staring at me. I was on some sort of altar, and behind me stood Red and an old guy with long, black hair and an old fashioned robe
“I see you have finally woken up.” the robed man said. “You sure have been hard to capture, harder than most.”
“What do you want from me?” I yelled desperately.
“Didn’t that traitor tell you?” The robed man responded. “Well no matter, I am Dyon, the leader of the Kronos Crusade, and you are here to help me, you see, I didn’t really want to die, so I gathered some men a performed a ritual that gave me eternal life, the only downside is that I am now in a loop, and to stay immortal I must repeat the ritual, so you and me are in an endless chase so to speak.” He concluded dramatically.
“What do you mean ‘you and me’?” I questioned.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Dyon laughed. “The ritual only works if we use you or someone else like, someone born during a rift in time like you.”
“Let’s just get this over with.” Red growls. “The day is almost over.”
“Ah, you are right, well we mustn’t be late.” Dyon said, almost sad. “Let’s begin the ritual.” I was desperate for a way out, so I jumped up and tried to grab Dyon, get a hostage, but the second I did something hit me in the face. Red had struck me with his sword leaving a small cut from the bridge of my nose going left to my jaw, and realization hit me. All these people were me from the countless times the ritual was performed.
“Ah, so you see how you could not win.” Red said softly. “If something has happened this many times it must be destiny.” After all I went through I would fail. The room filled with chanting, the sound was like drumming. After a second I started to float on the altar, I started to glow and then the world went bright white, then black.
I woke up on the mountain, it was morning. I thought the whole ritual thing had to have been a dream and I had just sleepwalked out here. Running, I went to the farm and my heart dropped, there I was staring back at the morning of the ritual lifting hay.
EYG- Embrace Your Geekness 