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The Ladyfuzz Guide to Shopping Independently this Christmas: PART 2

The Ladyfuzz Guide to Shopping Independently this Christmas: PART 2

This year we’re trading in wandering around over-crowded shopping centres & we’re over carrying so many bags that your hands feel like they’re about to rip to shreds at any second. No. None of that this Christmas, thank you.

We’re all about shopping independently, & the best way to do so is from the comfort of your own sofa. I mean, who has the time this year to circle the same stores again &…

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Lights in the Sky - I: Trial

Dengeron leaned back in the heavily padded chair as it whirred into a reclined position. "How are you feeling today?" Doctor Varlis asked as she began looking through his file. "Alright," he replied, "Remarkable, really. Though, I did cut myself yesterday while preparing a meal. Right here." He drew a line with his right index finger down the length of his left thumb. "There's no mark," Varlis noted. "No, and it felt like a deep cut, too; d'you know, the moment it began to bleed, it sealed right up, no scar or anything." "Excellent," Varlis made a note in the file, "The nanites in your bloodstream do appear to be keeping your body in good repair. Your blood nutrient levels are perfect, tests show no toxins or foreign bodies. Have you had any bowel movements since your last visit?" Dengeron shook his head, long black hair swinging like a curtain in a gale. "No excretions at all," he said, "Well, sweat in the heat, and occasionally tears, but nothing to carry away toxins or waste." Valris nodded, and paged through a few graphs in the file. "All evidence suggests the nanites are making perfect conversions," she confirmed, "Everything seems to be going as expected. "Now," she laid the file aside and faced Dengeron directly, "Have you experienced any memory problems? Blackouts, short-term memory loss, missed apointments...?" "No," Dengeron replied, honestly, "Nothing at all." "No accute bouts of paranoia, vertigo, disorientation, or lethargy? No seizures, trouble speaking, vision problems, headaches?" "No," Dengeron replied, "In fact, I feel better than I did thirty years ago. And would you believe I haven't dyed my hair in three months? Look, not a single grey hair! I feel like a young man again!" He chuckled heartily. Varlis smiled. "Right, well, I'm just going to run some tests with the encephalograph, and then I'll let you go." The doctor lowered a strange, bowl-shaped device onto Dengeron's head, and a nearby screen began displaying a number of coloured wavy lines indicating brain activity. "Did you hear about the falling stars?" Dengeron asked as Doctor Varlis prepared her tests. "Yes, they say one of the meteors fell into the ocean not far from Dar Nirota." "Ah, bet you those Drayali will try and find it. For all their protests against the Venichi space program, they have a lot of interest in things not of this world." "Well, they have a long-historied tradition steeped in spiritualism and the Old Ways." "Bunch of tree-hugging rubbish, if you ask me. If I talk to a shrubbery, I hear nothing back, except maybe the request to 'please step out of my garden, sir'." Both Dengeron and Varlis laughed aloud at that. "Alright, Dengeron, sir, let us begin the first test..."

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Interlude 1 - Journal

I saw our world burn. I watched, apalled, dumbfounded, as billions of the Allmother’s children faded into ash and dust; our brothers and sisters: the plants, the animals, those Alvait who remained behind, refusing to leave the rocky bosom that birthed our kind - all burning in the crucible our world had become, as we drifted away into the Void. I thought then, as we all did, that the Demons were responsible for the cold-blooded destruction of our world. It was not until much later that we learned the terrible truth, but by then it was far too late to do anything. Ancient history; a dark blot on our people’s long and checkered past. But, bitter as we may be at the betrayal and the cowardice in the planning and execution of the Exodus, I know that it was necessary. Were it not for our sacrifice, and those of our brothers and sisters and the soul of Arisgar, there would be no Alvait today, and there would be no force in place to challenge the Eshroth, or prevent its demon plague from spreading across the stars. Even knowing all this, however, I cannot help but wonder… Could it have happened differently? Would we have left as we did, had we known the truth? Would the Drayali, or the Nomta’uk, who remained behind, have done so if they had had full disclosure? Would the Demons have conquered our beloved Arisgar if we had not burned it as they swarmed our lands and consumed all we held sacred? I cannot know the answer, for the time of my generation is long past. The Vampur blood that has sustained me these three centuries, four decades and seven years has begun to cloud my mind. Even now, my scant memories of Arisgar are the bulk of what is left of my mind. And so I leave these words to my son and Second, Qaþrien of Denjjuriqal, Zefir Iluryen Jauðyen Ansridalyen. Visiil i-sanw l’ju twden fa-iig, vayenyar.

   - From the last words of Gazil of Vadriqal, Laril Kaustyen Katoyen Ansridalyen, first Vampuryen in service to the Alvait.

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Prologue

It is said that we Alvait did not always live in our qals, drifting through the Void. It is even said we were not the only people we knew, nor ours the only language we spoke. Once, our people lived in proud city-states and mighty nations, spanning from horizon to horizon on a world, a huge ball of rock not unlike the one over which our Vampurait now keep vigil. The world’s name is lost in time, but now we call it Arisgar, the Old World. But why are we here? Why would we give up our homes, our lives, our world, and come here to live in these cramped, dark cities where there is no day-star to light and warm us? Where the unforgiving Void arcs menacingly overhead, its constant turmoil invisible in its lightless infinity? How did we become what we are now, we Alvait? Well, my child, that is quite the story, one fraught with peril and adventure both. So sit, little one, and get comfortable, and I will tell you the tale of the Demons’ attack on Arisgar.

      So I wanted to write something and this happened. Maybe there will be more later? ;P