Feed the Resistance
You begin to sweat, unaware of how these strangers will accept your
new "sense".
"YOU are the NEW PROPHET!" Camalon hails. Falling to his
knees, the others follow.
"NO NO, I am just a normal person!" you try to explain,
knowing not to give up your secret. You cannot take the chance that
your time piece will be discovered. It is your only way back. "I
just have a feeling about earthquakes and other natural disasters. I
just felt it coming."
Ceppal, is a behemouth man with a scar the length of his face that
crosses his mouth, almost seven foot tall. He is wearing a long
tattered tan colored shirt with a belt at the waist, and a heavy
sword, a pouch and various other articles of war. He speaks out with a
slight slur, probally caused from the obvious slash from a sword in
battle. "The ardifaks you cary, mus be de grandess tresure on dis
plant! I giv mi lif to protek you and dem!" as he clinches his
fist and crosses his right hand to his left shoulder.
"Yes, you must know those coins would buy a whole
continent." exclaimed Camalon. "Just one could feed the
world population for a month. What do you plan to do with them and you
are in grave danger to carry them haplessly in a pocket!"
You reach in your pocket and pull out a penny and place it in the hand
of this Camalon as his mouth drops to the floor. "Take this for
your Resistance."
Again Camalon falls to his knees. Weak kneed fellow he is. To think a
penny... HA! One cent the most valuable gem on the planet. Now what to
do with it.
Travel is rapid in this time period. Within the hour Nephron, the
human transistor with a built in system into his brain. receives a
signal of a 9 point earthquake which level the West Coast Base. A
thousand square miles of land has fallen into the ocean, millions
dead. Nephron reports this to the team as he receives the message.
Again all eyes are on you.
