The Long Chron – Online Edition – Chapter Sixteen

Father Addy departs with very little more to say, leaving Griff and I to stare down the long open tunnel ahead of us.  After a brief hesitation, we enter, and follow the dark path to wherever it leads.  The walls are damp and the air smells of rats and beer.

We make it to the other end of the tunnel without issue.  There we find a rickety, slightly rotten, ladder leaning against the wall.  Griff climbs up it with the candle and finds it leads to a covered hole, which he opens.  We exit into a meadow outside of the city walls.  As Griff helps me to my feet, he surveys the surrounding area.

“Hard to think all of this is from thousands and thousands of years ago,” he says.

“Well, not thousands and thousands.  We’re probably closer to around 600 years back.”

“Whatever smarty pants.  I’m just saying, you’d think it would look a lot different.”

“Different from what?”

“I don’t know.  I always thought that if I had traveled through time I would be more immediately aware of it.  Instead we spent the first hour or so we were here thinking we had just gone off to some Renn Fest in the middle of Central Park.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Seems a credit to the human race, doesn’t it?” he continues.  “Everyone’s always talking about how we’re destroying the earth, but 600 years ago still looks basically the same.”

“Maybe,” I allow.  “But the trees here are a ton taller, and thicker than they are at home.  The air feels fresher.  There seems to be a lot more wildlife here too.”

“Well, yeah, if you’re going to compare a field in Britain to Central Park, of course things are going to look better.”

“I think if you looked closely enough, you’d see the earth is a lot better off right now, you know, in the past, than they are today, in the future.”

“Maybe you’re right.  I guess it would’ve been cooler to travel to the future though.”

“I don’t know,” I disagree.  “I kinda like it back here.  It’s wonderful to breathe air not filled with smog.”

“Ugh,” Griff scowls.  “Yeah, instead you get horse poop.”

“You’re such a grump,” I laugh.  “What happened to the happy go lucky Griff who was ready to take on the world?”

“I don’t know,” Griff replies.  “I guess I’m just missing the game.  I don’t like that we’re stuck back here with no one around to scam.”

“That’s the deal?  Once a con always a con?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, because we’ve gotta come up with a straight swindle to work on this Wizard guy to get the pendant back so we can get back home.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re not going to be able to just break into the cathedral, are we?  Not with all those peasants already at his beck and call.  We’ll have to come up with the perfect scheme to work our way into his graces and swipe it from him.”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way,” Griff says, his smile returning.  “This’ll have to be a full on long con though.  We’ll have to set some ground work in the town itself, then use our newly created support system to craft some sort of story.”

“So, what are you thinking?  Pigeon Drop?  We could use the fact that Father Addy has a third sphere.”

“Maybe,” Griff says as his eyes glaze over in thought.  “I’m thinking we might need to come up with something even bigger, maybe a combination of cons, maybe something new altogether.”

“There’s my old Griff,” I grin.  “Let’s con this Wizard.”

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