IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION
OLD FRIENDS
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
The Ancient One was having trouble with
interdimensionals interfering with his work, so his people had gathered
energy charges and one by one he was blocking the transdimensional
portals that permitted those that were interfering to have contact with
the people in his dimension.
His efforts were bearing fruit, as it was becoming harder and harder
for
the transdimensionals to communicate with their agents in his dimension.
He had flown far to the west of his home to the city of dreams and make
believe, to deal with a portal there. But him and his companion had met
fierce resistance. Dozens of Dark Ones, Demons, who were using the
transdimensionals' agents for their own purpose, had gathered at the
portal and were determined to keep The Ancient One from closing it.
The Ancient One and his companion had been fighting them for some time
in the local park when two men came jogging down the trail and stopped,
watching the ongoing malice with interest. Finally one of them spoke.
"Creos, isn't it?"
"Haven't used that name in ages!" The Ancient One answered. "Do I know
you?"
"We've met," the man continued. "Is this a private fight or can anyone
join in? What are you doing?"
The Ancient One explained. The two strangers smiled, rubbed their
hands, and were soon in the midst of the battle, the bigger one
pounding the demons with lightning fast blows of his fists.
Soon the demons were so occupied that The Ancient One could remove
himself from the battle. He walked over to a grove of trees and
extended his hands. Golden energy shot from them. A hole appeared in
the ground in amongst
the trees. The golden energy formed a dome over it, then all returned
to
appear normal.
The Ancient One nodded in satisfaction. The demons stopped fighting
and backed off, with the portal sealed they had lost interest in
continuing
the fight. They gave angry shrieks and departed.
The Ancient One's companion shouldered his great ax and came over to
the strangers.
"I've seen you two on television," he muttered. "You play that god guy,
and he's your traveling companion."
The Ancient One came over laughing. "They do far more than play them,"
he remarked. "Yes! Now I recognize that fighting style. Good to see
you, old friend!"
"You, also!" the bigger man answered, "but gotta go! Always enjoy a
morning jog through the park on the way to work, but this acting
business
doesn't give you much free time. Good fight! Enjoyed it! Let usknow
when
you're in the area again. Always like a good brawl with those kind!"
"Surely will!" The Ancient One answered. "Give my regards to your
father."
The big man nodded and the two hurried off.
The Ancient One's traveling companion looked at him.
"What?" The Ancient One asked.
"Is there anybody," his traveling companion asked, "that you haven't
had contact with over the ages?"
The Ancient One scratched his head.
"Don't really know," he finally answered. "When you get around aas much
as I do, you tend to meet just about EVERYBODY! But I'm sure there's a
FEW I haven't known personally."
The Ancient One's companion began to s wing his great ax, laughing.
"DAMNED FEW!" he remarked. "Gotta get home. Like the guy said, though,
good fight!"
"Yes," The Ancient One agreed, "was, wasn't it?"
As his friend rose skyward, The Ancient One joined him. They could fly
part of the way together.
THE END
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