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A knock came to the door of his chambers and a guard opened the door to poke his head inside. "Lord Wryn, Azahara is here to see you."

Wryn sighed and glanced out the window to the courtyard before the castle where his army was preparing to head into Illyania lands and crush the forces of Deamon Sargeris. Sargeris had been trying to invaded and take over Wryn's homelands of Al'ar. Wryn had spent years trying to tell his father King Lore that they needed to strike down Sargeris and put and end to the war.

For a long time King Lore refused his son's warrior ambitions. There was a way to peace without war, but one day Sargeris attacked the capital. It only then became clear to Lore that Sargeris needed to be put down once and for all. The burden of war fell upon the heir to the throne, Prince Wryn.

Wryn was a warrior of the highest rank. He had trained his entire life to be perfect. He had been giving the power of the Keystones giving him the power to travel the Gateways. Gateway were portals through other worlds, to quickly move from place to place. One lapse of focus and a person could find themselves trapped on another world, in permanent exile.

Wryn sighed and said, "Let her in."

It was no secret that Azshara wanted to become queen. The only was to become Queen however, was to become Wyrn's mate. Since he was heir to the throne and his father already having a queen. Their people were very loyal and mated for life, however the female had to try much harder to gain the affections of a male than of other cultures.

Wryn was not interested in Azshara at all, for he knew her intent was false. Still the girl kept coming onto him and he had to admire that she wasn't willing to give up.

She came into the room with a smile, her arms spread as if to embrace him. Wryn just eyed her and she lowered her arms. "Ah Prince Wryn. Looking as handsome as ever before your big adventure."

"I go not to adventure. I go to battle and to death. It is not something to celebrate." He told her.

She frowned, "But it is for the good of the kingdom. It will ensure our safety."

"Indeed."

"It is a noble and honorable deed, I would expect nothing less from your actions. When you return from this, your father will surely step aside and give you the throne." She flounced over to him and put a hand on his armored chest. "You will need a beautiful and loyal queen by your side."

Wryn smirked and took her hand off his chest. "You are too forward Azshara. I've told you over and over again I do not wish you to pursue me. I fear your desire for the throne is more your reasoning for my affections than true feeling. I'm sorry." He lifted his helmet off the table nearby and tucked it under one arm. "I must go Azshara."

Then he pushed passed her and walked out toward the front of the castle.

He passed the throne room on the way out and paused. He glanced toward the mighty seat and saw his brother Vyryn on the throne, his fingers trailing over the patterns carved in the gold of the throne's frame. "Brother?"

Vyryn looked up slowly and gave a slow smirk. "Ah brother, king, leader, warrior, better." There was mocking tones in his voice.

Wryn sighed, his brother was jealous of Wryn's power. He was jealous that he was heir and that he had the love of the people, and most of all the attentions of Azhara. His brother was a very jealous man, though Wryn had no desire to be King. He had told his father over and over to give the throne to Vyryn. Vyryn was a noble mage, and much smart than Wryn at least in Wryn's eyes. Wryn was a warrior and he was good at it. He had no place being the leader of a nation.

"I am not your better brother." Wryn said walking cautiously toward his brother.

"Aren't you?" Vyryn straightened, "Father seems to think so. Because you were born mere hours before me you automatically become king, you get all the favor, all the praise. I live off your scraps."

Wryn shook his head slowly, "Vyryn, you know I have beseeched father to give you the throne. I do not want it."

Vyryn scoffed, "As if he would buy that. No brother there is only one way I will ever get the throne and the respect I deserve. You must disappear."

Wryn shrugged, "I don't know what else to say brother. I must go though. We should talk when I return."

"Ah yes, when you return once again the glorious hero. Farewell then brother." Vyryn shimmered and vanished.

Wryn wished there was something he could do to make his brother feel better. Something to give his brother the glory and attention he so desires. There would be time for that when the kingdom was at peace. For now he had a army to lead.

* * * * * *

Azhara was storming down the hall in order to see Wryn off. She loved to see him in his armor, and weapons, looking as glorious as any hero is the stories she had heard as a child. Wryn might not think her feelings were genuine, she did have her desires for him in the way that a woman can want a man. The idea of becoming queen was just so alluring though.

She jerked to a halt as Vyryn appeared before her, blocking her way suddenly. "Oh Lord Vyryn!" she gasped. Vyryn made her uneasy. The younger brother of Wryn seemed to look at her like a piece of meat, or a trophy. Plus his jealously gave him a dark side that frankly scared her.

"Running off to see the hero?" He asked, his gaze boring into her.

She looked down, "I was."

He put his hands on her cheeks and forced her to look at him. As badly as she wanted to jerk away she knew that it would only cause further trouble for her. "Why do you worship him so? What is it you see in him that begs your affections? He hates you, every moment he is forced to speak with you pains him. HE only wishes you away and yet you chase him. When I, I would welcome you with open arms and you do the same to me as he does to you."

She swallowed, "I see nobility in him. He is pure."

"And I am not?"

She paused for a long while, "No."

He stepped back and snorted, "Fine. I suppose you are right. But if I were you, I'd start rethinking your life. You wont be able to chase my brother for long and soon you'll have to make a choice."

Azshara blinked and stepped toward him. "What do you mean? Did you have a vision of Wryn's battles? Have you seen harm coming to him?"

Vyryn sneered at her, "You care so much. Soon you shall see." Then he
shimmered and vanished.

What was he planning, Azshara wondered.

* * * * * *

"WE HAVE A READING SAMANTHA!" Josh cried from the keystone. The large obelisk object was made of solid stone covered in unknown markings. They had found it in the Egyptian desert four months ago and for weeks thought it was only a stone. Until the markings began to glow and computer equipment went crazy.

Again the stone was glowing and humming softly. The computers were tracking an atmospheric event thirty miles from them. They had not been able to catch one of these events yet as they happened randomly. Always they were within 50 miles of the lab, but always disappeared before they could get to one.

"Where is it?" Samantha cried.

"Thirty miles, just outside of Palmdale."

"Do we have a camera there?"

"No."

"Damnit. Ok mark it on the map."

The stone suddenly went dark again and the computers went silent.

Samantha went to the map and traced her fingers around the marked events. Whatever was causing these events she wanted to see them. To understand and figure it all out. The Egyptians had hinted that the keystone was a way to open a gateway to other worlds. But if they couldn't track an event or event witness it they would win noble prizes.

* * * *

Wryn stepped from the Gateway and into Sargeris lands. His army followed suit behind him ready to strike at anything that might be waiting. That was the problem with gateways, you had no idea what might be waiting on the other side. The lands were cold, and a thin coat of frost seemed to instantly take to the armies blades.

From the ridge up ahead an army of figures rose. Wryn narrowed his eyes and saw the leader on a horse out in front. "Sargeris." He whispered. He rose his arm and commanded. "Flanking positions! Get ready to end this here my friends."

Then a voice called over the ridge. "Welcome Wryn! I see you've convinced your father that I need to be stopped." Sargeris's voice was colder than the lands he came from.

Wryn stepped forward. "I will end the war for my people today."

"Then is seems we have something in common."

Then at once both armies began racing toward each other. A clash of sword and shield echoed across the field until Wryn and his army stood over the bodies of the enemy. Wryn had managed to pin Sargeris to the ground, his blade ready to behead the foe.

"You think you've won Wryn? You are but a child. Right now my true army assaults Al'ar." Sargeris taunted.

"Lies you beast."

It was then that a scout came up with a man behind him on horseback. "Lord Wryn, we must go! Sargeris's army reaches the castle!"

Wryn jerked away from Sargeris who took the chance to roll away and laugh. "You see? You are nothing but a child and not fit to lead a group a children, let alone a whole kingdom."

Wryn roared and swung his blade at him, but the coward was gone.

The army raced home, frantic and praying that they would find something left to save. When the stepped through the Gateway they could see smoke billowing from the castle. Vyryn met them at the gates, a solemn look upon his face.

"Vyryn!" Wryn called, "Brother is everything alright! Let us through we will fight Sargeris and slay him where he stands."

Vyryn shook his head. "I'm sorry brother, but it's already over. We managed to push the enemy out but they've done their damage already."

"What damage?" Wryn grabbed his brother by the shoulders.

"Father has been slain." Vyryn said softly.

Wryn backed away as if he'd been hit a mighty blow. He fell to his knees, his breath hard to catch. Vyryn put a hand on his cheek, "I'm sorry brother. I wish there was good news, but I only have more bad news."

Wryn looked up, tears forming falling down his cheeks. "What more?"

"The people say you've abandoned them. That it was you that caused this."

Wryn jumped to his feet, sorrow being replaced by rage. "Outrageous. Let me speak to them, I will make them understand."

Vyryn shook his head. "They demand your exile. They say you took the army away for no reason but to let the enemy invade. I fear we cannot let you enter for fear of a rebellion. Brother this has been a most horrible day. If we are to salvage the kingdom, you must been banished, here and now."

Wryn shook his head, wanting to protest. His brother was the smart one though, and if anyone could keep the peace Vyryn would know how. If his brother said he must be exiled then it was true. Vyryn would never lie to him, they were family and Wryn's exile would hurt Vyryn just as much.

Wryn trembled and nodded, "Very well. You know best brother. Perhaps I was too much a fool."

"Not a fool brother. You had your reasons, and it was a good idea. Sargeris just...he caught us with a mistake." He knelt and looked into Wryn's eyes. "I will use my magic to make sure you are sent to someplace pleasant for exile. You deserve that much my brother."

Wryn nodded.

* * * * * *

Josh had his foot to the floor, the pedal mashed as Samantha's pickup bared through the desert. They finally caught a break. The artifact had been active for nearly twenty minutes and still counting. They could finally get to see the result of all the computer distortion.

As they got closer they could see a funnel could in the distance, but no debris seemed to fly around it, nor did it move. It fact except for lightning and the spinning of the vortex it seemed completely still.

Josh started to slow, but Samantha scolded him and forced him to keep his foot to the medal. Then as they got within 100 yards to the vortex it abruptly receded into the sky. Josh felt a pang of sorrow, they were so close and yet so far. But at least they had seen....

There was a crash and a grunt, as a body landed on the hood of the truck, then bounced off the windshield and fell off the car. Josh brought the car to a stop and turned to Samantha with a look of horror on his face. "Oops."
 
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Samantha had spent months in Egypt collecting as much data as she could on a large obelisk object. It looked like some giant stone with unusual markings on them, but only recently did it seem to come to life. Her and Josh was overseeing everything that went on and had been tracking these occurrences for weeks now, but still weren’t any closer to figuring them out. Sure they had heard rumors but science was never based on rumors, it may start out as a rumor but always proven.

Finally their break had come, this one occurrence was happening close by and it had been going on for twenty minutes. Josh was driving and Samantha kept her eyes on the monitor, one of the few gadgets she loved since it monitored her laptop back at what they were referring to base camp. Out of the windshield though they could see the cloud in the distance and Samantha couldn’t wait until they were right there.

Samantha felt the pickup begin to slow down and she turned her eyes to Josh, “What the hell Josh, punch it!” The pickup took off again and they were so close to it when all of sudden it just disappeared. Samantha opened her mouth wanting to scream her frustrations out but what happened next kept that frustration at bay. Something hit the pickup and Samantha started to think she was nuts for thinking she saw a guy. How the hell would a guy fall from the sky? Josh slammed on breaks and turned to Samantha, “Oops.”

Samantha turned and threw her door open, jumping from the truck and racing around the back of it. As she reached the rear end of the truck she came to a dead stop. She heard Josh getting out and even rushing her way but she threw her arm out to stop him, “What the hell is some guy doing out here?” Samantha stepped forward, taking very cautious steps toward the body that lay on the sand. She nudged his foot with her hiking boot. The man was dressed like he just came from some Renaissance festival. Samantha’s attention turned back to Josh and she shrugged, not sure what to make of this guy.

She moved up alongside of the man and slowly bent down. Her shorts rode up just a bit but at that point she wasn’t worrying about her wardrobe. Leaning closer to him she was thankful that she pulled her hair back into a ponytail earlier. She reached for the man, trying to find a place to get to a pulse. Samantha had to know if they killed him or just injured him.
 
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The trip to exile had been more grueling a trip through the gateway than any Wryn had ever taken before. He was used to stepping lightly from the journey with little more than a bit of light headedness. This trip was to a distant world and it hit him like a mighty hammer. He landed, staggered forward only to be hit by a large battering ram of some kind.

The blow knocked him senseless and his vision swirled as he was sent flying across the desert. He lay there a moment and heard people coming for him. Natives of this world, and he needed to lay low, be calm and not bring upon hositility onto himself.

He heard them talking, glad that they spoke his language and they approached him. He felt someone kneal beside him and jerked up as she reached to put her fingers to his throat. He snatched her hand as if to prevent her from slicing his throat.

"You dare slice my throat woman?" He bellowed, rising to his feet, his grip so strong upon her wrist that it made her stand with him.

Wryn turned his gaze to the other person, a man and prepared for the attack. But her partner did nothing but gasp and quiver in fear of him. Wryn sized the man up, he was much thinner than Wryn and scrawny to boot. Wryn would have no trouble dispatching him should he become trouble.

"Why have you attacked me?" He asked, a demanding gaze on the female.
 
Samantha gasped as the man grabbed her wrist rather roughly and pulled her up to her feet when he stood. She couldn't seem to take her eyes from him and yet the pain in her wrist was making it rather easy to take her eyes from him and look at Josh who was literally shaking in his shoes. She sighed softly wondering what it was about men these days that women had ended up being the one to protect them.

Her eyes turned back to the man at the sound of his voice again, but what he was saying was making no sense at all to her, "Attack you? You are the one with my wrist in your hand. Let me go!" She started to yank on her arm but found that was not even an option, then she remembered something her father taught her. She twisted her arm a bit, putting the mans thumb into the twist and she used all of her strength to press on that digit.

Samantha's face brightened as his hand began to open but he noticed it too and turned her arm, spinning her around, finding her back to him, her arm trapped between them at a very painful angle even as his other hand reached around and gripped her neck. She froze in place, this guy was nuts, "Look, listen, I am not here to hurt you, I came for the storm, nothing more, you fell out of the sky and hit my truck. Who the hell are you?"
 
Wryn was tense, as she protested and tried to yank herself away from him. He pulled her into a painful hold, and she continued to protest that they had not attacked. Though Wryn knew nothing of the storms she was talking about, he did know that he had fallen from the sky though and perhaps she was only in the wrong place at the wrong time.

His eyes moved to her lover, who shook and trembled like a coward. She was clearly not a suitable male of this planet and Wryn knew that she was telling the truth. They couldn't have meant him harm, they were to scared of him. He could feel the woman's body shaking against his.

Slowly he let her go and she stepped away and spun back toward him, holding her wrist. He frowned and gave them a soft bow. "My most sincere apologies. I have been sent a long way from home and I let my instinct over rule my judgement."

He reached a hand out toward the woman. "Ma'am may I examine your wrist, I hope I did not harm you." He asked her.
 
Samantha looked curiously at the man that had just released her wrist. She was rubbing her wrist and he was apologizing, but the way he did it made her all the more curious about him. He was dressed like he was ready for some medieval battle and he even mentioned long way away.

As he reached his hand out to her something told her she could trust him, even though mere moments before he had her in a hold and could have easily ended her life. She stepped forward even as she heard Josh make a sound. As she placed her hand on top of the man's she turned to Josh, "Josh it is fine, he won't hurt us. He might even be the reason for the cloud."

Samantha turned her attention back to the man, "I'm Samantha and that is my assistant Josh. You said you were a long way away, where are you from?" Samantha was growing more and more curious about this stranger and his strange ways, much less the clothes he wore. He sounded like anyone else she knew but there was also a hint of something else she couldn't quite place.
 
Wryn looked at the woman and sighed as her gaze went skyward. They had always wondered of the possiblity of people on the other side of the gateways might become affected or aware of the keystones. It wouldn't seem that this world has yet to discover the secret. That meant that he could not tell her outright. These people needed to come to it themselves.

He shook his head, "I am from a place called Al'ar. I was tricked and forced into exile by a wizard. I know nothing of the cloud you speak of." at least it wasn't a lie but more of a half truth. Perhaps these people could help him find a place to live. "Your wrist will be sore but you will be fine." he said caressing her smooth soft skin gently.

He let her go and stepped toward the metal object. "is this your mount? Could you perhaps take me to a place of logging so that I may get a room?"
 
Samantha listened to him but nothing he said made any sense. She had never heard of a place called Al'ar and he talked of wizards like they were real. She turned her eyes to Josh wondering exactly how hard he had hit the man. Her attention returned to him as she felt his fingers moving over her wrist. She normally never had reactions to men before because, well they weren't interesting to her, but this man, the way his fingers moved over her skin sent shock waves through her body.

Samantha cleared her throat as he stepped past her and toward her pickup. Did he just say mount? Samantha thought that maybe they needed to get him checked out by a doctor, he was really into his whole medieval idea of his. She looked at Josh again, "Let's get back to camp and sort this out there." Moving back toward the pickup she glanced over her shoulder at the stranger, "Welcome to ride up front with us or in the back."

Samantha really wasn't sure what to make of him, she reached for her wrist as she climbed into the truck and could still feel the faintest shocks run through her body from where he touched her. Her eyes moved back out over the desert where the cloud was, what the hell was going on here, she wondered.
 
Wryn frown as they climbed into the beast. He didn't understand and hopped onto the tailgate to feel the breeze blow through his hair. They gave him a strange look and he figured that he probably was strange to them. His manner and dress were much different and he would need to blend in after finding a room.

The truck sped off and Wrun grabbed a hold of the roof for dear life. He had to close his eyes as the wind blew fast into his face. The ground raced past faster than any horse could dream of. He thought this might tale them into a gateway with this speed.

He flopped down and knealt behind tje cabin which did wonders for making the wind managable. Soon the truck entered the city and stopped in front of a small office with lab equipment inside.

Wryn hopped down from the truck in front of Samantha and smiled. "That is a fast ride." he chuckled.
 
Samantha glanced back at the man a few times just to check up on him. He seemed a bit shell shocked but once at the lab he seemed to calm down rather quickly. She slipped from the truck and nodded at his comment, looking at Josh, "Josh you think you can find him something to wear so he doesn't stick out like a sore thumb?" Josh nodded and headed off as Samantha's attention turned back to him, "What's your name? Or do you just want me to call you medieval dude?"

Samantha almost laughed at her own comment except the confused look on his face wiped away that humor. She tilted her head just slightly, "You say you are from Al'ar right? I haven't heard of any place like that and I have been all around the world." Just as she asked another assistant of hers, one she couldn't ever remember her name called out to her, seemed another disturbance was happening.

Samantha held up her finger and turned to rush to the computer to check and see where it was located. Another one popping up and no where near a camera, damn her luck today. Her eyes moved from the computer and up to the large stone, her hand moving to her hip as she rested her weight on the opposite foot thinking about how to track these things better. She didn't realize the stranger had walked in behind her until she turned and he was right there.
 
Wryn was a little overwhelmed by the activity and technology of the lab. It was both more advanced and primitive compared to his world. The computers were different, and it seemed this world was more reliant on tech than magic like his world. That was ok, technology didn't scare him.

He watched people run around as something caused the computers to make noises. Samantha darted to one of her screens and shouted orders to her people. He smirked, she was the first woman he ever met in charge of other people which included men.

He moved up behind her to see what she was looking at. The objects on screen made no sense to him, but he felt her tense as his nearness. "What does that stuff there mean?" He asked her.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he spun to see a young woman with a pile of clothing in her arms. "I don't know if this will fit you, but you can try it."

He gave her a bright and warm smile and took the items from her. "I thank you very much for your kindness and hospitality." He glanced around, "Is there a place I can change?"

The assistant pointed to a restroom in the corner and Wryn nodded. He glanced at Samantha and smiled, "I shall return momentarilly."
 
Samantha opened her mouth to tell him, though no sure how much he would really understand. The assistant tapped him on the shoulder and she saw that the woman held his clothes. She smiled to him, watching him as he moved off to change. She didn't realize it until another one of her assistants touched her arm that she was clueless to everything going on around her, not good.

Samantha spun back around and began to track the next occurrence. Her eyes moved over the screen and then moved over to look at the map. Was there a pattern here or was all of this just random. So far she was thinking it was random, but maybe the strange man would have answers for her. What the hell was his name? Every time she asked, something came up and she never got her answer.

Turning around to head to another computer she paused, her eyes catching sight of him coming from the room. He looked out of place and yet his clothes said he fit in perfectly. The clothes actually showed off his body some and she could certainly tell there was not an inch of fat on him. Samantha shook herself from the view of him and tried to ignore the fact he was moving toward her. She moved over to the computer and started typing away. Trying to keep her mind on her work was becoming more and more difficult, all because of this man.
 
Wryn stepped from the room and made a beline right for Samantha. His eyes were only for her but he was aware that everyone in the lab was staring at him. He even saw tje girl who brought him clothing blushing. It made him smile, it was no shock that his warrior body was attractive to the women of the realm. He saw a boy looking his way and blushing and he was puzzled.

He stepped to Samantha and gave her a slight bow. "I do apologize. You were about to explain to me and I was given the items to change, to which I must thank you as well." he smiled wonderfully.

He wondered if he could use the gateway in order to send messages home. Even thougj he couldn't return he still wanted to keep contact.
 
Samantha saw the slight bow and turned back to the monitor, "Welcome. As for what this all is about it is quite simple. We are tracking these anomalies that are occurring around the area. We are trying to find the pattern to them and document them. It all seems to come from this, " pointing to the large obelisk object in the center of the circle.

She paused a moment to type something before continuing on, "Josh and I went out to investigate when we ran into you, literally. So I am thinking you might have something to do with them." Her eyes turned back to him, "If you are hungry we can get something to eat and you can tell me everything you know...starting with your damn name."

Samantha stood up and turned to him, locking her eyes with his and waiting for at least his name before she went any further with him.
 
Wryn was careful about revealing what he knew about their findings. The people of this world were trying to learn the magics of the gateways through technology and science. He couldn't just give them the truth or even flat out answers, however he could listen to where they were with the discoveries. Maybe then he could push them toward the right answers.

However his name wouldn't hurt. He smiled, "My name is Wryn Vandegarde, former prince and heir to the throne of Al'ar." He told her and held out his hand. "It is a pleasure to officially meet you Samantha."

A pair of female scientists or interns or whatever they're called, they paused and smiled at Wryn. The heat of their cheeks turned them giggly and red. Wryn glanced their way and winked, to which they jerked away.

Wryn gestured, "Food sounds wonderful, I grow weak from the need of food. Shall we?"
 
Samantha raised an eyebrow at his mention of prince and former heir to the throne. She glanced at the women before looking back to him to catch the wink toward them. Sighing softly Samantha turned and headed from the lab back out to the pickup truck, "I figure we could go into town, that is if you don't cause some huge scene."

Climbing into the truck she looked to him and motioned for him to get in, "Come on Wryn, I promise it won't bite you." Smirking lightly Samantha started up the pickup and drove off once he was inside. While the short drive to one of the local places to eat she glanced to him again. He was handsome, more so than most men she runs across on a given day and yet by the way he acts he must get that kind of attention all the time.

When Samantha pulled up and got out of the truck she decided that he may get those attentions back in his kingdom, if that was even true, and here but it wouldn't come from her. She didn't even wait for him, walking into the little shop and taking a seat in a booth near the door.
 
It amused him to be so attractive to the women in this world. He didn't much care about any woman but the one who would be his bride, his soul mate. One day he would meet her. Samantha was strikingly beautiful though, something about her stirred things deep within him. He was interested in her, but still he was off in his own mind.

Wryn followed her into a cafe, after the ride in her truck his ass felt strange. He liked the inside of the mount though, it moved so much faster than any horse he'd ever ridden.

The interior of the cafe was wonderfully scented. He felt his stomach growling and looked around for Samantha sitting in a seat waiting for him. As he sat a wench came and filled their mugs with a black liquid. It looked horrible but smelt delightful.

Wryn held up the mug and frowned, "You people drink from such tiny mugs. How can a man quench his thirst on so puny a container?" He asked and chugged the entire mug of coffee. HE screamed as the coffee burned him all the way down. Tears ran from his eyes and he reached out toward Samantha for help and fell off the stool, cluching one hand to his throat.
 
Samantha raised the cup to her lips and took a slow sip of the hot liquid listening to him talk about larger mugs. She shook her head as she began to lower hers only to hear him scream. Her eyes darted back to him and she watched him slip from the stool, grasping his throat. Her eyes darted to find his cup completely empty.

She jumped down from her stool and grabbed for the water that she had also ordered for herself. Dropping to her knees she gripped him and held the cup to his lips, "Drink this." She began to tilt the glass up but tried not to drown the man. Her heart was racing putting her totally in a fight or flight situation. Samantha watched him hoping that there was no permanent damage from the coffee.

She let him drink as much of the water as he needed, signaling for more of it from the waitress. Her concerned eyes looked to him as her arm tightened around him, "Wryn...Wryn are you okay? Please be okay." Samantha could only wait until he gave her some sign that he wasn't in agony.
 
Wyrn calmed with the water that drink had been very hot and he wondered how these people drank it. Here he was a mighty warrior on his back because of a drink. It was maddening. Wyrn shook his head at the offer of more water. He realized people were looking at then like they were CRazy and he gently pushed Samantha back so he could sit up.

"I'm fine." he said, "Your blacm drink is....intense. I don't think I will have any more of it." he told her and smiled. "Sorry now were where we?"

Wyrn got bacm into his seat and continued to sip from a new glass of water. A menu with pictures of food was placed in front of him and he smiled at the waitress. "This is quite the feast here. Looks good though we'll take it."

The waitress looked at him like he was out of his mind. "All of it? You want one of everything on the menu?" she turned to samantha. "He nuts or something? Like one of them special needs people?"

Wyrn put a hand on the waitresses arm. "I do not know what you mean. But I can speak for myself and we have made our order."

The waitress frowned and walked away. They heard the cook in the clean scream in anguish a moment later.

Wyrn smiled, "So Samantha I am guessing that you have some questions for me."
 
Watching Wyrn with shock, he just ordered the whole flipping menu? Samantha couldn't even begin to open her mouth to say anything before he more or less shooed the waitress away. When he turned his attention back to her she held up her hand, slipping from the seat and moving over toward the waitress.

Samantha spoke to the waitress a moment or two before moving back over to the table with Wyrn. "Now that I have fixed your mess you have to realize a few things about this world, since obviously you were born somewhere else. This world functions slightly different. You claim you are a Prince, well here you have to have money for everything and I bet you forgot your change purse in your other set of armor." Samantha was being a smart ass at best.

Taking a deep breath she took another sip of her coffee and tried to calm herself down. She never in a million years would have thought that finding someone like him would result in her running around fixing things. Her eyes looked to him, he was very handsome and had a body that would make any woman cream her panties, including herself, but she had to look at him like a specimen and not someone to jump into the bed with.

"What was the last thing you remember before you got here?" It was a simple question but Samantha was putting things together quite quickly by just watching him.
 
Wryn was confused at her actions. Clearly he had done something wrong, but he did not know what it was. She brought up the subject of money and he smirked, "Nonsense I have coin." He assured and pulled out a small sack, from which he drew out tweleve coins of solid gold. "See? This could buy a hundred feasts."

She explained to him that things here didn't work like that and he sat back with a frown. It seemed that becoming part of this world was going to be harder than he thought. He would need to get green pieces of paper or one of those little cards with his name on it that he saw set out on some of the tables.

Samantha was asking him questions and he snapped back into the present world, "The last thing I remember? I remember everything. I was sent here as...." he sighed, "I did something stupid. I let an enemy of my kingdom strike when I should have been able to stop him. The damage got my father killed, and the people demanded I be exiled, though I hope my brother can calm things down one day so that I may return."

He leaned forward and told her about the last day he was Prince.
 
Samantha chuckled inside at his coin, yes he was certainly from a different time frame. The more he talked though about what all happened that last day before he came to her she was starting to understand it even more.

Samantha looked up at him as the food came, not everything he ordered but enough to fill them both, "Did you ever think that maybe your brother planned this? From what you have said he seemed a bit jealous of your position much less that you had your people's love. I seriously doubt the people would have lost faith in you for this. Heck sounds to me like your brother planned this and even made some deal with this guy to make you look bad, but I bet if you went back and showed them the true leader you are then your people would follow you once again. Running away probably has left them wondering why you would run when they believe in you."

Once Samantha stopped rambling she reached for her fork and began to eat. Her eyes glanced to him seeing he was thinking over her words. She hated that his brother was an ass to him like that. What his brother didn't know is that family was everything...she wished hers was still around. Sighing softly she turned her attention back to her food with her thoughts. The stone obviously being some sort of portal through time, but she wondered if there was a way to control that, be able to jump through time, even correct what went wrong in life...but then the repercussions of that actions and what would happen to the here and now?
 
Wryn sat back in his seat, tense with her words. To draw such a conclusion about his brother and it upset him. She knew nothing about his brother and yet she judged him so quickly. Could it be that his brother's actions were so clear to others and he was blinded, or was she just judging based on this other worlds.

He looked down on the food and his stomach reminded him that he was starving. His fingers scooped up the omelet in his hand and took a huge bite. He gasped and let the food dropped back to the plate. "This food burns!"

He tried again and it was better, then he was able to taste the egg cheese and ham all together. The potatoes were crispy and salty, which was way different than he was used to eating them. He rather liked them this way.

He finished the plate and looked at her looking at him. He leaned forward and said, "You're wrong you know. You don't know my brother. He loved me, and you didn't see the pain in his eyes when he was forced to send me away. I bet right now he is trying to rebuild the kingdom and negotiate my return."

He leaned back and glanced down at the plate. "That was good though, what's the second course?"
 
Samantha just glanced at Wryn for a moment before finishing up her food and glancing to find the waitress, "What else would you like to eat?" She wasn't about to give him free rein over the menu again, that had been a disaster. She glanced over the menu the waitress brought and ordered a couple more things for him. Eventually he would get full.

"Maybe there is a way we can work the stone to our advantage. If it can bring you here I don't see why we can't just look in on the other side. " Maybe if they could make like a mirror so he can see exactly what his brother was up to, then maybe he would come to terms that his brother wanted him out of the picture.

Samantha had no doubt in her mind, after listening to his story that his brother was an ass like many greedy people from her own time. But even if they found out the truth how would they get Wryn back to take back over his kingdom. She supposed one problem at a time. "So tell me more about your life as a prince, besides the battles."
 
Wryn thought about the gateways and what she said about just using them to look into other places. HE shook his head, "The gateways are simply that, gateways. When you step through them, you step through a light and you cannot see anything on the other side. I do not know if you can use them as a window." He explained.

The thought that his brother would betray him like that hurt him. He didn't think it was possible but there was now the seed of what if in his mind. Could it really be that his brother wanted the throne so badly that he would go through such betrayal in order to simply get rid of him? After all Wryn had tried time and time again to get their father to grant Vyryn the throne not Wryn. Wryn wanted to be a warrior not a ruler.

To get his mind off of the subject he told Samantha of the time that he fought of an army of goblin's that had invaded the sewer system. It was a dirty job and he laughed as he explained that he had smelt like shit for a week even after countless baths.
 
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