Danny's Question Part 2
Rubbing his forehead with his rough, calloused hand, the narrator mused over how to best answer Danny’s first question. No matter how hard he thought, nothing came to mind. Plopping down in the swivel chair in frustration, he spun around once; when inspiration struck him. Music, he thought. I’ll pay music to help me think. Clicking the switch on an antique radio, he was soon enjoying wonderful classic rock tunes. Ideas started to flood into his mind, when he happened to look through the glass and saw that all the characters, except the Crow, were cupping their ears, while groaning in apparent agony. The Crow, who was sitting in his usual manner, had blood trickling out of his right ear. Deciding to let them suffer for a bit, he leaned back and closed his eyes.
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He awoke three hours later with a snort. Jumping up, he looked through the glass and saw that all of them except the Crow, who was beating his head unceasingly against the white factory wall, were passed out on the floor. Stretching, the Narrator clicked the button, “Time to wake up, we really need to continue.” None of them responded. Sighing, he said, “I really didn’t want to do this.” Pushing a bluish- red, tinted button, he watched as light-blue lightning cracked profusely around the room, shocking everything within its reach. All the characters screamed, and Danny let off several loud bangs.
Smiling, the Narrator pushed the button again, turning off the flow of electricity. As the smoke cleared, he clicked the intercom button, “Now that you’re all awake, we may continue. Please take your seats.” As he watched them take their seats, a frown formed on his face, as he saw Tinnese helping Danny, who was still emitting sparks. He pushed a button labeled Fire Extinguisher. Android use only. With a whoosh, white foam filled up the factory. With a touch of another button labeled Suction, the foam dissipated, leaving only the characters covered in foam.
As they began to clear themselves off, Danny, using a windshield wiper attached to the inside of his head, the Narrator clicked the button. “Now as I was saying, before you guys rudely fell asleep on me, the answer to your first question, Danny, is complex and full of holes. Since some things have yet to be revealed, even to me. But I will tell you what I know.”
With a hiccup, Danny spit up the little bit of foam he had managed to swallow. Nodding his head, he croaked, “Thank you.”
“You are certainly most welcome, Danny,” replied the Narrator. “Now let’s see, ah yes. Your teleportation to The Path of the Way was rather a flux. It should never have happened. When you attempted a jump, the device that was installed within you, which is of the same likeness that fuels the teleportation mirrors, clashed with the antique mirrors’ power source. Are you following me so far?”
Danny nodded his head in agreement.
“Good, now tell me what happens when two energy sources, collide, though they be in likeness, one is smaller and of slightly poorer quality, since it is a copy made by the creation, rather than the creator?”
“Well, the one which is of poorer quality, must give way to the other.” Danny replied. “I believe I understand now; that is if I understood you correctly. So what your saying is that when I teleported, the device planted within me clashed with the mirror and somehow ripped a whole in some timeline that deposited me on the Path. The inhabitants of this world put me on a pedestal? Why?”
“First, when you ripped a hole in the time line, you also ripped a hole into the fifth world. This is the entrance that Nosos and the Old Man use to gain entry to the fifth world. Now, as to why you were placed on the pedestal, it was an order that came down from the One Who Saves. It seems that when you decided to travel the six worlds remaining neutral, instead of choosing a side, the freedom of choice, the gift of freewill, that was granted to you, which you foolishly wasted, was stripped from you. Your punishment was to serve, with the hope that you’d either become good or evil and not a fence rider.
