A Coming

[DoS Archive]

From: antidueler@aol.com (Antidueler)
Date: 05 Apr 1999 02:38:39 EDT

::At some point that early morning following Easter, before the darkness shied from the sun, the arena lied dormant from that night's earlier goings on. Below the stars and looming cloudlets, a bright and hazey sphere of light consumed that portion of the Red Dragon Inn, and for a little less than a few seconds the arena seemed to disappear in a flash of
white...

His eyes opened ever so slowly. The view of the ceiling was plain, and banners hovered above like the watchful eyes of forgotten spirits. He raised his right arm into view, and found it speckled with sand that began falling to his face. Wincing, he slung it from view, then struggled to sit up. The grains of sand slithered down his bare chest as his eyes attempted to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. They then fell to his body, and widened
quickly. He was without clothes in vulnerable nakedness, the sand his only cover. He looked around panically. He pushed himself up onto his feet carefully, making sure noone was around. Slipping from the ring, he made his way to a nearby couch where a sufficient quilt was draped. He snatched it up and slapped it around his waste, then made way for the bar. But there, he was out of luck. It became quite apparent that this wasn't a clothing
store. He stooped behind the bar and brushed off what sand was left clinging to him with the dingy quilt. He made his way carefully through the darkened room and up the steps, and cracked the front door ajar. He poked his head out, and when he convinced himself that all was clear, he shuffled out with the only question on his mind of who he would be today...::