Talon tales

To awake in a distinct reality is nothing. To awake in a distinct reality for an unlimited amount of time? Heroes come and go. Legends stay within their own mind. I was a Talon. Few people remember what that means or even heard of them. The souls ripped from their bodies a long time ago and put in. Well, to begin with they were put into statues. The original statues guarded an island. From what? Pirates. The originals were statues built to walk around an island. To provide a wonderful island protection from pirates. The problem with statues is protecting an island from a physical problem was not much of a problem. Protecting the population from themselves? Major problem. The island I remember destroyer was a plague.

They died all within a short two-day span. Leaving a spirit locked statue to guard an island. What does a statue do for eternity? At first, not much. I sort of sat and watched the sun come and go. The dilemma which in my age and era spelt dilemna was, what did an immortal do? You can walk the island protecting it from waves, and the occasional pirate raid. The first 4,000 years was a sort of like that. The island housing was gone. The island stood. I was more of a legend in my mind. I doubt any of the pirates that came that way. Well, that they even remember why they attempted to pillage the island from time to time.

So, after a while I got bored and skipped stones, and broken ships for a time. You probably have heard of a ship thought lost for decades turning up on some unknown part of the world. Wondering how it got there? Well, if I came upon the ship I would pick it up and see how far one could be skipped like a rock. Not the funnest sport nevertheless it helped with the time. Then somewhere around 1680s a pirate ship sailed towards the island. I was about to jump out from behind a mountain, crush it and skip it. When the captain came out. He hailed me. Now. This is the oddity. Thus after 4,000 plus years to hear one’s own name and in a language that was alive, that knew was something. To see this pirate's attempt to bargain with me was absurd.

Needless to say, I was curious. I crept from behind the mountain and sat in a pool next to his ship. His voice was shaky, but his plan was something to behold. Between him and his crew, I could understand a bit more about their story. They had stumbled upon a page of life. Say what? That was an old legend in my day. The evil one had attacked heaven. Stealing a book of life. Then had spread the book out among realities and times. Thus with the hope that this would stop the day of judgment from happening. Now? The pirate had a single page. He knew that I had been assigned sort of to a map and another page.

Yes. I had read the page a long time ago. Parallel realities, time travel, the works. Did it interest me? Of course it did. To see a different sun without having to sit at the same mountain at my back would be something. I asked how I would be accompanying him? Now. The pirate’s name was Ender and his magic was story telling. His story was wild and his magic. Well, his magic made him one stand out. What he said and could or would do was something tempting. That his statements made sense and how he proposed doing the trick was wildly out of the norm. However, the legalistic side of me said all they would meet the forms and formats. And I could travel. So in accord was reached. The magic happened. What magic? Imagine a reality stacked upon a reality the biggest upon the littlest. All I had to do was find one where either the statue of me or I or that Talon was gone and take its dimensional size. Then with a secret transport said content from here to there and back. For those less into here to there, I would take possession of the island and statue there. Meaning? I could transform my size and that of my island to something I could fit inside, say my pocket. Thus legalistically I was not breaking my word.

Meaning for a spirit guarding and protecting my island from now until the end of time. And I got to move aboard the ship the black Skimmer with a crew. Let me be honest. To live amount a group of people. Let alone on a ship crossing the seven seas. Versus watching the sun go up and down for thousands of years was something of a treat. Now what did I have to give Ender for his magic? That is between me and him. He however was a man of his word. A hero in hi own time, a legend to me? Sure, few people get noted in a Talon book.