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ever known. It wasn't hide nor was it metal nor
stone.
    He didn't know what it could be, but he didn't like to
touch it and took a step backwards and towards the other
doors . One heralded a
bedchamber, something he garnered from the large item of furniture
in the center of the small room. It appeared that on this different
plane, the people still required sleep.
    Another door heralded a bedchamber, and the final one
contained bizarre pieces of furniture . He tapped them with his knuckles and realized it was like
clay. But it shone brightly from the light which peeked through a
small window. There seemed to be odd silver tubes everywhere. One
on a basin which stood on a pedestal, one that hung overhead and
another on a larger basin, which he could only assume was a bath.
But it wasn't like the metal ones he used at home. This was again
made from the peculiar substance as the ringing alarm had been in
the hallway.
    Bored, he retreated to the staircase he'd noticed earlier
and descended the steps seeking answers . The female stirred but soon fell limp against him
and he otherwise ignored her, even though he couldn't deny the
press of her soft breasts against his lower abdomen was rather
appealing after the hardness of battle and the blood lust that was
still raging through his veins- something he only just managed to
contain.
    He pushed the thought of her softness to the edge of his
mind and concentrated on the search . Each room heralded more peculiarities and despite
himself, Fade started to feel the bitter tang of fear.
    This place was so completely alien to
Mearth .
    While he'd traveled all over the three seas and visited
each and every kingdom housed within t heir planet, he'd never seen some of the sights he had
today.
    Eventually, he found a room which he could only assume was
a food preparation area . There
was no hearth, but there were dishes on the side of a basin and the
various knives and cooking paraphernalia -some of which he
recognized, most of it he didn't- plus a loaf of bread which sat on
the top. Could it be anything else but a kitchen?
    Despite himself, he strode over to the bread and tore off a
chunk . He placed it cautiously
into his mouth and grimaced a little at the sweetness of it, but he
otherwise found it palatable and ate with a ravenous appetite which
had only just started to claw at his belly.
    This place was most odd . He turned to a window, through which a hot light entered
and peered through it. His eyes widened at the sight before him.
Never had he seen the like. In all of his travels, never had he
known such colors, such strange, peculiar hues that were a part and
parcel of nature.
    The plant on the ground was bright green . The sky overhead was blue.
    For a moment, Fade thought his eyes deceived
him . The colors were so vivid,
so strange. They were attractive. He couldn't deny that. In fact,
the garden outside of the property was rather pretty and
well-tended. But he couldn't seem to process the colors. They were
so avant-garde, they almost blinded him.
    His eyes watered at the strength of
the light and the ball overhead seemed to provide a suffocating
heat.
    It was only as he had a moment to
breath, that he realized how hot it was here.
    In his armor, he sweltered . Sweat beaded down his spine and poured down his limbs,
dampening his underclothes and generally adding to his
discomfort.
    He'd been in awkward situations before, dangerous and
discomforting positions and he always coped . Now would be no different.
    He turned around and found a box on the
table . Four knobs, each
stylized differently and with a rough and coarse pad of paper
sitting beside it.
    Striding over to the table, he reached for the blank piece
of paper and as soon as his flesh touched it, curls and swirls
appeared and formed into words . This was Elven magic.
    The thought surprised him, because he'd believed it to be
hoonan magic, but the writing was in an ancient Elven
tongue . As his fingers touched
the paper, he