Chapter 19:
The need to clear one’s mind
Daniel:
It has been a month, since I came, or, rather, was teleported to, Ursula 590. Things came to a nice conclusion, back on Ursula 589. As Tine said, the cameras got the footage from our landing, to us being in the flight zone.
Still, I wonder who might have broken into the storehouse. How is it possible for someone to come in and out of a moon, without being detected?
Anyway, I found that getting a job on an Alien Planet is just as hard as getting a job on Earth. You have to send your CV, and wait. I have gotten some calls, from here and there. Mostly, because I am a human, and thus, an oddity. Still, today’s call has been promising.
Manacom has called me for an interview. It seems like my talent with magic is so rare, that no one wants to miss out on it. This is not the first interview I have been on, in the past month. They all just tanked, when my potential employers found out that I wasn’t trained as a shaman.
I have my hopes up, for this one, seeing as the position is for an internship, and has training included in the two-year contract. I can’t keep mooching off Constantine until the end of my life.
Not only that, but I need something to make me feel useful again. I come before the tall glass dome, that marks the outside of the Manacom building, and take in a deep breath.
Come on, Daniel. You can do it!
I am just about to give myself a pep talk, when the door opens up, and a Naga storms out of it.
“You are all quacks! You should have mentioned it in the job ad,” the Naga yells, and brushes pass me.
“Oh, dear. Why can’t they realize that there really is a third dimension,” a woman, this time an elf, says to herself. She sees me after a couple of moments, and then waves me over. “Mr. Samkiel?”
“Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you,” I tell her, and she turns her back to me.
“Follow me. Normally, you’d be early, but the candidate before you turned us down,” she says. I blink at that.
Just what is this operation about, for someone to turn down a job?
She leads me up a ramp, one that looks much like a ramp for wheelchairs, and I do my best to follow her.
Obviously, they won’t have stairs. They have snake tails.
Well, my guide doesn’t have a snake tail, still she takes the uphill slope with ease.
“I have to apologize that we didn’t take the elevator. It is out of business,” she tells me, and sighs. “Water golems dissolved in it, you see?”
“Oh. Are the golems hurt?” I ask. She giggles at that.
“Oh, you humans,” she says. We reach a door, a big white one, that looks as if the wood is white, and that it is not painted. She opens it up for us, and walks in.
“Daniel Samkiel, earthling mage,” she announces me, and then gets out of the room.
“Is it true, that you can use mana directly from the core of a planet?” A pixie asks me. I try not to gush at her. Constantine has told me that they don’t like to be thought of as cute.
“I have been told so, yes. I can even prove it,” I suggest, and the pixie nods. I hear a cough, and see that there are other people in the room with us.
There is a Naga, that must be the same species of snake as the tall police officer because his head nearly reaches the ceiling. Yet, I can see that most of his high is due to the length of his tail.
Another Naga, this time a woman, that looks as if she has stepped right out of a model magazine. She puts some depictions of Aphrodite to shame. Her tail is red, and she looks sharp in a business suit. Well, her upper, human, half is clothed. Her tail is bare, as it is normal for the Naga.
Two elven twins sit side by side. They wave at me at the same time, I wave back. They open their mouths slightly, and I can see that their mouth is full of fangs. Not only that, but they smirk at me, and I turn back to the pixie. I don’t want to be thought of as the ignorant tourist in here. I will land this job, or so help me.
“Do you believe in the Dimensional Theory, Mr. Samkiel?” The pixie asks.
“I have to admit that I have never heard of it,” I say.
Great job, Daniel. You truly showed them you are the best one for...whatever the job is.
I berate myself in my mind. The pixie nods her understanding.
“That is to be expected, you are a human. Tell me, when did you learn about the Cosmos?” She asks. The tall Naga clears his throat.
“Allow me to get to the point, before Agafia manages to insult your entire planet,” he says, and then points at himself. “My name is Nahndor. The Naga next to me is Rhea. The twins are Frederik, and Ferenc. Don’t ask me who is who. I can’t tell them apart.”
“That is because you are a lousy friend,” the twins chorus. I wonder if they can do telepathy. Are they normal twins, who are in sync, or magical twins? Nahndor doesn’t let me think about the problem for too long. He takes out a mirror, and motions me to him.
“The dimensional theory is as follows,” he says, ignoring the twins. “There is the Cosmos, and then there are copies of the Cosmos layered over it. They are exact replicas of all the planets we know of, and some that we only speculate of.”
“But there is a hitch. Our dimension, Dimension Alpha, is the only one with oxygen. The rest are just planets full of mineral resources, waiting to be mined,” Agafia says, cutting Nahndor before he can finish.
“I was getting to that,” he frowns at her, but she just shakes her head.
“Give him the mirror. If there is anyone out there that can see into the next layer above Dimension Alpha, it is a mage that can use the mana of a planet’s core,” Agafia says. I take the mirror, and then do the only magical thing I can. I focus on the vibrations below my skin, and then try to create light.
Chapter 19:
The need to clear one’s mind
Daniel:
It has been a month, since I came, or, rather, was teleported to, Ursula 590. Things came to a nice conclusion, back on Ursula 589. As Tine said, the cameras got the footage from our landing, to us being in the flight zone.
Still, I wonder who might have broken into the storehouse. How is it possible for someone to come in and out of a moon, without being detected?
Anyway, I found that getting a job on an Alien Planet is just as hard as getting a job on Earth. You have to send your CV, and wait. I have gotten some calls, from here and there. Mostly, because I am a human, and thus, an oddity. Still, today’s call has been promising.
Manacom has called me for an interview. It seems like my talent with magic is so rare, that no one wants to miss out on it. This is not the first interview I have been on, in the past month. They all just tanked, when my potential employers found out that I wasn’t trained as a shaman.
I have my hopes up, for this one, seeing as the position is for an internship, and has training included in the two-year contract. I can’t keep mooching off Constantine until the end of my life.
Not only that, but I need something to make me feel useful again. I come before the tall glass dome, that marks the outside of the Manacom building, and take in a deep breath.
Come on, Daniel. You can do it!
I am just about to give myself a pep talk, when the door opens up, and a Naga storms out of it.
“You are all quacks! You should have mentioned it in the job ad,” the Naga yells, and brushes pass me.
“Oh, dear. Why can’t they realize that there really is a third dimension,” a woman, this time an elf, says to herself. She sees me after a couple of moments, and then waves me over. “Mr. Samkiel?”
“Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you,” I tell her, and she turns her back to me.
“Follow me. Normally, you’d be early, but the candidate before you turned us down,” she says. I blink at that.
Just what is this operation about, for someone to turn down a job?
She leads me up a ramp, one that looks much like a ramp for wheelchairs, and I do my best to follow her.
Obviously, they won’t have stairs. They have snake tails.
Well, my guide doesn’t have a snake tail, still she takes the uphill slope with ease.
“I have to apologize that we didn’t take the elevator. It is out of business,” she tells me, and sighs. “Water golems dissolved in it, you see?”
“Oh. Are the golems hurt?” I ask. She giggles at that.
“Oh, you humans,” she says. We reach a door, a big white one, that looks as if the wood is white, and that it is not painted. She opens it up for us, and walks in.
“Daniel Samkiel, earthling mage,” she announces me, and then gets out of the room.
“Is it true, that you can use mana directly from the core of a planet?” A pixie asks me. I try not to gush at her. Constantine has told me that they don’t like to be thought of as cute.
“I have been told so, yes. I can even prove it,” I suggest, and the pixie nods. I hear a cough, and see that there are other people in the room with us.
There is a Naga, that must be the same species of snake as the tall police officer because his head nearly reaches the ceiling. Yet, I can see that most of his high is due to the length of his tail.
Another Naga, this time a woman, that looks as if she has stepped right out of a model magazine. She puts some depictions of Aphrodite to shame. Her tail is red, and she looks sharp in a business suit. Well, her upper, human, half is clothed. Her tail is bare, as it is normal for the Naga.
Two elven twins sit side by side. They wave at me at the same time, I wave back. They open their mouths slightly, and I can see that their mouth is full of fangs. Not only that, but they smirk at me, and I turn back to the pixie. I don’t want to be thought of as the ignorant tourist in here. I will land this job, or so help me.
“Do you believe in the Dimensional Theory, Mr. Samkiel?” The pixie asks.
“I have to admit that I have never heard of it,” I say.
Great job, Daniel. You truly showed them you are the best one for...whatever the job is.
I berate myself in my mind. The pixie nods her understanding.
“That is to be expected, you are a human. Tell me, when did you learn about the Cosmos?” She asks. The tall Naga clears his throat.
“Allow me to get to the point, before Agafia manages to insult your entire planet,” he says, and then points at himself. “My name is Nahndor. The Naga next to me is Rhea. The twins are Frederik, and Ferenc. Don’t ask me who is who. I can’t tell them apart.”
“That is because you are a lousy friend,” the twins chorus. I wonder if they can do telepathy. Are they normal twins, who are in sync, or magical twins? Nahndor doesn’t let me think about the problem for too long. He takes out a mirror, and motions me to him.
“The dimensional theory is as follows,” he says, ignoring the twins. “There is the Cosmos, and then there are copies of the Cosmos layered over it. They are exact replicas of all the planets we know of, and some that we only speculate of.”
“But there is a hitch. Our dimension, Dimension Alpha, is the only one with oxygen. The rest are just planets full of mineral resources, waiting to be mined,” Agafia says, cutting Nahndor before he can finish.
“I was getting to that,” he frowns at her, but she just shakes her head.
“Give him the mirror. If there is anyone out there that can see into the next layer above Dimension Alpha, it is a mage that can use the mana of a planet’s core,” Agafia says. I take the mirror, and then do the only magical thing I can. I focus on the vibrations below my skin, and then try to create light.
