Portals

TJC 01/24

The gold fireworks around the edges hummed. Hell, they snapped, crackled and popped. TLC 01/1

Closing a portal (On Earth). Could be done with a single musical note. TLC 01/1 The younger Elf sang a single loud note. The hole widened again and they stepped back into the glowing portal in the middle of a parking lot. No one in the lot noticed, but they all suddenly thought of the same song. “La, da, da, da,” sang an orderly on his way into work. “Ode to Joy, beautiful symphony. Wonder what made me think of that?” “Ode to Joy? Nah, man, that’s the theme to Die Hard, dude,” said his friend, humming the same tune. “Best Christmas movie ever. Was thinking about the same song. Weird, huh? Coincidences. Gotta love ‘em.” “Yeah, you and me both,” the orderly smirked, “we’re like twins.” A low hum behind them went undetected as the hole disappeared and a last spray of gold flashed and sparkled on the dark pavement.

The portals are these openings that are connections to a different dimension. Much like a black hole. TLC 01/9

Somers, talking to his Dean, about magic and the pyramids. That as the portals closed they would have the ability to use physics to their advantage…” Somers plowed ahead, determined to lay out the rest of his story. “…but it would lessen with each passing year till it reached a valley when this energy was at its lowest before it started climbing again. Some referred to them as seasons, and the portals being wide open was called summer. Others named the time periods after precious metals, like a golden age. They knew the fall season of their age, or a silver age was coming and while they could still use magic, they built the pyramids. Not as burial grounds but as focal points to gather energy and hold it, like a giant battery, for as long as possible.” TLC 01/9

Correk, talking to Leira:

     “Oricerans have apparently been coming over to Earth for quite some time, if my magical lineage is to be believed.”  “No wonder there’s a need for the Silver Griffins.”

    “It’s a little more complicated than that. Our two worlds have a unique connection that has gone on for many millennia. Every twenty-five thousand eight hundred years portals, like the ones you have passed through, open and stay open. But those are larger and very public. Anyone can walk right through them at any time.”

“Are we getting close to one of those years?” she asked. “We are only decades from when the process starts. A little under sixty-five hundred years till it hits its peak and crests.” “That means the last one was about nineteen-thousand three hundred years ago,” said Leira, doing the math in her head. “I think.” “Frankly, residents of Oriceran have lived on Earth forever. Every time the portals have started to close some humans chose Oriceran for the magic, and some magical species chose Earth for their own reasons. Technology has its own allure too. Some were also fugitives from Oriceran law, and some formed relationships with a human and were unwilling to leave.” “What you’re telling me is that there are magical people all around the world,” Leira said. “Yes, entire magical communities and many of them live in plain sight. There are even many different types, too many to name.” “Even Light Elves?” “A full-blooded light Elf is pretty hard to hide,” said Correk, tapping his ear. “The points are a dead giveaway. Early American settlers kept referring to us as demons and that was a problem. Magic never did go over very well with the Puritans.”