Chapter 1: Visited
Fyr looked up at the mountain
range. It was one of the many mountain ranges of her home planet
Gremyne. Though Fyr had never been educated she knew a lot about her
home planet. Mostly from the spirits who had visited her. At first she
had only picked up spirits from around her planet. Spirits who had been
there. But recently she had been picking up spirits who had never been
here, teaching her about other planets. They were good travel companions.
They always had something to tell and they were always happy to help her
out of trouble.
"I need to get over this ledge."
she told her newest spirit and waited for it to carry her up. In her
mind she pictured the spirits as the ghosts of wizards who had passed
away long ago but had kept roaming around. She knew dead wasn't the
The newest spirit was very friendly but also very young, having a bit of
trouble focusing. She felt her foot touching the top of the mountain
ridge. A scratch. Nothing bad. On the other side she was dropped into
the middle of the lake. She screamed as she felt the cold on her body.
"Wrong?" the spirit asked.
"No,", she laughed, "I
just like to undress before I dive in the water." she
"Oh, I don't need too."
the spirit said.
"Of course not." Could
spirits even get wet?
Fyr enjoyed her swim for a while and then swam to the shore. She climbed
out and undressed. The day was warm, her clothes would dry. She lay down
on the beach and waited for the sun to warm her. The sky was a very
beautiful blue. No clouds to be seen. Fyr felt herself slowly drifting
away. She yawned. She put back her long red hair and gave in. The spirit
would watch over her.
the spirit asked.
Fyr woke up. The sun was going down and she felt comfortable warm and
"Can we play?"
"Play with the fire."
Fyr started giggling. Ever since she had found this one it had been
interested in her way of making fire. Or had the spirit found her?
Either way she had to make a fire for the night.
Fyr opened her hand and a little flame sprung up. It soon got bigger.
Without burning herself Fyr embraced the fire to get warm and then
placed it on the sand. It would stay burning until it was put out. And
it could be manipulated by anyone.
She watched the flames and saw figurines come to life in the flames. The
spirits liked acting out stories. Mostly about people they had seen that
day. Simple things but all very interesting if seen through their
She and her spirit kept playing until deep in the night when she could
barely keep her eyes open. The spirit too was getting tired and suddenly
told her it needed to go to it's weyr and sleep.
"See you tomorrow!" she
thought back and cuddled close to the fire.
Fyr dreamt she was flying.
High in the sky she was. Flying. She was carrying someone she deeply
loved on her back. She could hear him too. He trusted her fully,
trusting in her wings though she had none. He told her about a lake and
promised to wash her. Something she would like very much. He also told
her his pet Frezir would be there to help which made her happy even
Suddenly, as it always works in dreams, she was somewhere else. It was
warm and sunny and she was laying on hot stone. A bunch of people were
laying next to her and they were all happy. Fyr wished she could stay
there, but somewhere she knew she was dreaming. She also knew that she
would wake up soon. She always did when she knew she was dreaming.
Fyr woke up to find her spirit
gone. That sometimes happened. Sometimes the spirit got drawn too far
away and she couldn't feel it anymore. That was sad, she had really
liked the young one.
Fyr sighed. Well maybe it was for the better. She had to get some food
and she would look funny if she kept staring in the distance mumbling
words. Fyr got up and started through the forest surrounding the lake.
She soon found a path. Far, maybe 3 hours walking she could see a small
castle. Castles meant people and villages. Fyr started skipping and only
stopped once to eat some berries of a plant she knew.
In the past she had sometimes stolen and sometimes worked for her food.
She didn't know what she was going to do this time. It all came down to
chance in the end. If she had a chance to steal it and start exploring
again she'd take it. Fyr suppressed her conscience. No need to feel
guilty. She didn't take much... or so she kept telling herself.
It didn't seem like she would be stealing today. Working had his charm
of course, but she liked travelling to much to stay away from it long.
And the spirits would keep visiting her. People didn't like it when she
talked in herself.
When she closed in on the village she stopped and stroke her clothes.
They weren't too good anymore and she hoped she didn't look too shaggy.
She combed her fingers through her hair and brushed the sand out of it.
She had swam again before she had left so she should be quite clean.
"There's no time like the present." she said to no-one in
particular and entered the villages around the castle.
The first village she passed
wasn't good. People stared at her and shooed her away if she stopped to
straighten her shirt again. These were the upper- citizens and they'd be
dead before they would be caught with a lower person. Well maybe a lower
person, but certainly not a drifter.
Fyr ran right through it without even looking at the fruits growing in
the gardens. These were the kind of people that lynched you if you even
looked at the fruit. Prejudiced.
The next village was better. A lot of people in the street, food odours
everywhere and a market. She had vowed not to steal, but she had to eat
if she wanted to find work.
Suddenly another spirit entered her head. She shivered.
"Why work for food when you can take what
you need?" it asked.
"That's wrong." she
"Oh, but you have done it before, haven't
you" it said.
"Yes, but only if I couldn't do it
otherwise." she tried justifying her actions.
"Liar." it thought.
"Maybe if I just take one apple, that
wouldn't be bad..."
"No it wouldn't, you earn an apple."
  
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