Trials: Part Twenty Two

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Anastasia and Siobhan walked down a cobbled walkway on a sunny day. Anastasia had slept quite well the night before, so, by a mixture of rest and sunshine, she felt excellent. Everyone had been awfully vague about what this was about to entail, but she had a feeling she could do it. They approached a large stone building, with an immense wooden door. Siobhan went up to the door, and placed her hand on it. After a few moments, it slowly went open.

Anastasia followed Siobhan through the door, and into the building. It was one large room, filled with shelves, with a path in the middle. The light that streamed in from outside was slowly cut off, and it went completely dark for a moment, but then the whole room became illuminated. On the shelves, was a wide menagerie of, well… junk.

“Alright, now that the door is sealed, we may speak freely.” Siobhan began to walk down the path.

“So what is this place?” Anastasia looked around, trying to get a better sense of things.

“When the green light hit, I’m sure you already know that many people received wonderful powers.” She turned down one of the rows, and began to look over one of the shelves. “Now what you may not be aware of, is that humans were not the only things affected.”

“So is this stuff super-powered or something?”

Siobhan was silent for a moment, and finally pulled a pen from amongst the junk. “See for yourself.”

Anastasia inspected the pen, and saw it was one of those pens with multiple colors. If you pushed down on the corresponding color, the pen that popped out would write in that color. As best as she could tell though, it appeared completely mundane. That was, until she pushed the green one. As expected, the pen clicked, but she now noticed her skin was now green. She pushed the red one, and her skin became red. Once she unclicked it, her skin turned back to normal.

“Huh.” She nodded. That was definitely not the type of high caliber magic artifact she was expecting to be housed here, but it was interesting nonetheless.

Siobhan held out her hand, and Anastasia returned the pen. “You sound disappointed.” She laughed.

“No! That’s a fascinating… pen.”

She and Siobhan laughed for a moment.

“Well, as I’m sure you suspect, there are items here that are considerably more powerful.” She returned towards the center aisle. “We’ve carefully collected these items from around the world and brought them here. Most people in the monastery are not permitted to access the vault, but that does not mean that it is impossible that something has gone missing.”

Anastasia’s heart sank. She had a suspicion of what the task was. She stared around in awe at the amount of stuff. It would take an entire days work at least to inventory all of this.

Siobhan laughed again. “I think you have an idea of what our task is now. Yes, we have to inventory all of it.

“And let me guess, no touching any of the interesting stuff?”

“Expert intuition, Anastasia.” She pulled two clipboards from her bag, and handed one to Anastasia. “I’ll take this side, you take the other.”

Anastasia groaned, and began to get to work. She noticed that there was actually a sorting system, according to the clipboard. They seemed to be ordered chronologically, but she wasn’t quite sure on what basis. The items had dates attached to them, but they didn’t make much sense, given that some were thousands of years ago, and the green light was only a few years ago. This taken with David from the coffee shop, mentioning that he knew Adara in the 70’s definitely began to make sense, with sense being a relative term. There was some kind of time travel.

“Hey, Siobhan, I have a question.” She poked her head into the center aisle. “What’s up with these dates?”

“Sorry lass, but that is a secret. You don’t need to worry about sorting them, you just need to inventory them.” She called from somewhere on her side.

Anastasia had expected about as much, but she wasn’t quite ready to give up on this. “So when Paul and I were out getting coffee, Adara gave us a letter to deliver to a guy named David. He said Adara helped to cure his wife. Do you know anything about that?”

“Ah, yeah. David and Lena. They were a nice couple.” Siobhan stepped into the aisle where Anastasia was working. “I remember them well. Adara and I had just located an artifact, it had great healing power, but you could only use it so many times, and we had no idea how many were left. We ran into a crying man near the hospital, and he told us his story. Adara asked me what I thought we should do, and I told her we obviously had to give her the cure. She agreed, and so we did.” She ran off somewhere in the back of the room and came back a moment later. She held up a Pez dispenser, with a penguin head on top. “Here it is. Don’t push it back. No way to tell if there’s another use left without using it.”

“Wow, I guess anything could get powers.” She remarked, before recalling her purpose in asking about it. “So how did you get to the 70’s then? You look a little young to have been an adult back then.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.” Siobhan winked. “Now get back to work!”

In total, there were a ton of both mundane and weird things on her half of the room. It seemed like it was mostly things that were around at the time of the green light, given that everything that was older than that seemed to be appropriately worn, and newer things still seemed in good condition in general. There were a couple of things that she couldn’t even tell what they were, so she just checked off the box that seemed to describe it. In the end of a long days work, as expected, not a single artifact was missing.



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