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Tally's been dead 11 years. What's going on??

Chapter 1 (v.1) - An Unexpected Appearance

Submitted: June 23, 2019

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Submitted: June 23, 2019



Slowly, light began to come in, and sound. Strange smells. But he was groggy, and things didn’t make sense. He knew, though, that something was off. Very off. Above him, a very high ceiling appeared, and then a few faces. He didn’t recognize any of them, and sudden panic set in. Then something had hold of him, a thick shield falling into place, and things rapidly started to make more sense.


Eiry jerked upright, suddenly very awake, with a sob and pang of mental distress that raised Guyver nearly as quickly.

“Ata? What’s wrong?” he asked, nearly panicked himself as he tried to make sense of what the bond was telling him. Confusion, but the tears weren’t a bad thing. Something basic, underpinning everything, was changing.


But she couldn’t let everything just spill over.

The sword, she said to him, and he summoned it without hesitation, stunned. She’d never used it herself before, but the control pieces snapped into position.

“Make sure Alta’s okay.”

And then she was gone.


He really didn’t know anyone who was around him, although he was sure they were trying to help.

“I’m just…sorry,” he mumbled. Wasn’t he…?

There was a crackly pop, and the others moved back a moment.


She rushed to him, and her hug was so tight. He found his embrace nearly as hard, though. The scent of mums, roses, and stock rushed into his nose, and—what was that?

“How is this—how did you get here?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you—”


“I felt it.” Oh god, the pain in her head.

“I’m sorry.”

Anger boiled past her shield, and when she pulled back to slap him it was so fast there was barely time before his face stung.

You’re so selfish.

I know.

And then they were hugging and crying again.


Alta met Guyver at the door of her room, already up and concerned.

“What’s happening to Mommy?”

“I’m not sure, but there’s no danger,” he said, picking her up and checking for Eiry’s location, although with that massive shield.... “She’s downstairs, let’s go find out.”

They were in the elevator when his phone rang.

“Hola, Sali.”

“Is it really him?”

“I dunno, we’re going down to see. Are you okay? No cuts or burns?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Good. I’ll let you know.”

“One of you better.”

She hung up, and he kept a tight hold on Alta. Everything was changing, he could feel that much...and gotten a lot more complicated. But if that pain was gone…


When he did pull back, it was to look around. Some things had already seeped through.

“Is this really the House?”

“Yes, but very different…it’s changed multiple times.”

“Multiple?” He looked at her a minute. “How long has it been, Er?”

“Eleven years.”

He stared at her a moment. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. We can infodump later.”

He looked behind her, Guyver and Alta were there. And she needed to respond to Sali.

You’d better bring Nanette.

Sure that’s such a good idea? What if it’s…

A dream? Not permanent? A—a trick? What for? If we don’t tell her and she finds out…even if it’s the only chance.

I’m up for another smack down, if my opinion counts.

Like hell it does, dead boy. Something’s going on here, even if you’re not in on it.

Yeah, but—

One thing at a time, Eiry cut in. First, somewhere more private.

How about you introduce us first? Guyver said, finally chiming in.

The dorm, they decided.


“Does everything work?” Eiry asked, switching to regular speech.

“No idea. Nothing feels wrong. Pretty good, in fact.”

She helped him up, and the Hispanic man who’d spoken stopped forward. “This is Guyver, and Alta.”

“Welcome back, man,” Guyver said, extending his hand. His handshake was firm and quite warm; Tally found unexpected strength in his hand as he squeezed back.

“Hi,” Alta said, still looking at him funny.

“Hi, Alta. How old are you?”

“Five. My birthday’s in September.”

“Hey, that’s close to mine. I’m 27, though.”

“You certainly still look like you are.”

“Yeah,” Guyver said. “Dorm’s this way.”

Alta scrambled down to lead the way, and Tally glanced at Eiry a moment before following.

Later, was all she said.

There wasn’t much talk in the elevator, and once they got to the dorm, they sat in silence a moment or two, thinking. Nanette and Sali appeared in the middle of the living room, Sali for once having asked Aes for a lift. And how they stared at him.

“Mom.” He got up to go to her, and she pulled him into a tight embrace for several moments, and not without tears on either part.

“I never imagined I’d see you again. What the hell’s going on?”

“We don’t know.”

That was when Miara ran down from upstairs, and Nanette stared at her too.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Miara said, staring at him also.

“Yes, hi.”

“You’ve been brought here too?” Nanette asked.


“I figured she could tell other people, if she wanted,” Eiry said, looking down a bit.

“Uh…what are you doing here?” Tally asked, thoroughly confused with what he thought he knew, with how familiar the others were with her. “Didn’t you go back Home?”

“This isn’t…” Eiry started, filling him in on both the “original” Miara, and this one’s appearance—from 2008.

Miara, for her part, surveyed them all a moment, mind obviously working, then turned on her heel and practically stalked into the kitchen.

“So…” Guyver said, breaking the ice. “Are you Human, or Lupa?”

“Lupa,” the rest of them of them said immediately, even Alta.

“Hah! Okay then. How’s it feel?”

“Like…noticing things that weren’t there before,” he said. “But, like it's right. I—I didn’t realize, until—” he looked at Alta. “I should have taken it long ago.”

Something about Alta was uncomfortable, but she wasn’t letting anything about it through. He wondered how long it would take to catch up. They each had one of her hands.

“Are you okay? With so many?” Sali asked gently.

“It’s better than a broken one.”

“Part of you is healing,” Guyver said.

“Uh-huh,” Atla echoed.

They all sat together, in agreement and feeling now, as the pleasant smells of a good, strong green tea, lavender, and something foreign drifted out from the kitchen. Miara was making tea.

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