My own chapters are boring me out

Chapter Six

Clark sat up the next morning, looking desperately for Barilt and Galdon. They were nowhere in sight. He stood from his bed in the corner of blankets and found a bowl of some sort of soup near the fireplace for him. However the fire wasn’t lit and it was cold.

Everyting was cold in fact-the house, the breeze seeping through it, and the stone of the hearth as Clark ate the soup upon it.

It actually didn’t taste very bad and Clark was famished so he devoured it. Then he stood and walked to the door, peering slowly out.

There was Barilt, coming back down the path towards his home. Clark breathed with relief as the man or whatever he was, came inside.

"Ah-Clark! You’re awake I see!" said Barilt, his cloak a jolly red. "I’ve brought you some decent clothes-outcasts but they’ll do."

He held out coarse breeches and a homespun shirt.

Clark changed in the small pantry and cast his t-shirt and jeans aside. These clothes were warmer and when he came out Barilt was sitting looking anxiously about. Finally, he dared to ask, "Clark, tell me what it is like in your earth-tell me please young human."

Clark told him about school and some about the people.

"And what of your army and your leadership?" Barilt asked.

"We have a president." Clark said. "That is in the US. And we have a military system where we train soldiers."

Barilt seemed intent. Clark answered all his questions as the man listened intently. Finally he asked Barilt,

"So tell me about this world."

"It used to be a jolly place." Barilt sighed, lighting a pipe and puffing on it, in the cold room. "There are two, how do you say it, Continents here, Islands in fact. Where we are now is Tribonia. The bigger of the two." He rose to pull a sheat of papers from the sea chest, and unrolled a map. Tribonia was around the size of Australia, with Gordon Plains labeled on it. The other little continent was half that size. "It is called Glassglen." he said. "Moredore lives there, ruling us all and enforcing it with his army."

Clark raised an eyebrow. "Is he a good ruler?"

Barilt shook his head. "We used to live happily here in Tribonia. We worshipped an Ancient God who provided for us here in Tribonia, and then the star fell."

"What?" Clark asked.

"A shooting star shot across the sky and fell into the ocean. After that evil came. The star fell after a man commited evil, murdering another man. Moredore was evil. He came generations after the star, before I was born and killed off many to become lord of these lands. He enslaved us and took more and more land. Then he journeyed to Glassglen, the sacred island."

Clark listened intently as Barilt spoke.

"We used to worship our God there, but lord Moredore took it over and became a sorcerer, turning us away from that God. I don’t believe our old God listens any more." said Barily. "Anyway, Moredore wanted to control Tribonia so he began burning out towns, kidnapping people and sacrificing some to get more power." Barilt’s voice lowered. "He claims his powers are strengthening. He wants to take over Tribonia completely-and we can’t resist.

Clark frowned. How had he gotten into this strange world?

"But then there are the prophesies." Barilt said, opening the shudders of the house. "Tardill, Kaceton’s Grandfather was a prophet to the Ancient God. He prophesied all about Moredore’s takeover, and said that a human would come from the realm of earth, or rather a boy, and save us from our peril. You’re that human."

Clark was taken aback. "Me?" he asked. "Why me? Why am I here!"

"I don’t know." Barilt said. "But we’ll find out. Tardill said those words on his deathbed so Kaceton is the last prophet of her generation."

"I need to find her." Clark said. "I need her to transport me back into my world. I’m not ready! She’s already saved me from Moredore’s army once."

"Ahh, yes. Moredore’s army. There here to devestate our villages to find the stone." said Barilt,

"What stone?" Clark asked.

"It’s claimed that there’s a special stone from which all power comes. It was a stone that came from the shooting star that fall back in ancient times. Moredore craves that sone. It’s said to be hidden near Gordon Plains." he continued.

Clark was no longer listening. He stood staring out the window at the morning light. "Let’s take a walk. I want to see more of your town." he said.

"Alright," Barily grinned, no longer sober. "Let us go young lad."

Clark was still questioning though. How did that lord Moredore guy know he was here? Did his powers really work?

Kaceton sat on Casabon, her horses, back looking across the mountains and hills and lands of the plains to the village of Briarwick. The plains-riders must have gotten Clark and brought him there. Did she dare venture into the town of the people who despised her.

"God," she said in a whisper. "Lead me."

She heard his voice and nodded grimly.