by Phoenix in the Ashes » Monday 25 February 2008 6:38:56am
"I can't go home," said John. "Not like this. My dad will be so angry."
"You'll have to sometime," said Sarah.
"I know. Here, give me that," John pointed to the mysterious object. "I'll look after it." Linda reluctantly handed it to him. "I suppose we'd better go then," he resigned. He frowned at the tangled wreckage of his bike, and sighed. Why had he been so stupid?
He put the long golden chain of the object around his neck, and felt the hourglass lightly swing against his chest. For some reason he felt that that was how it was supposed to be worn.
For a few minutes, the four teenagers tried to identify the easiest possible way of delivering John safely to Sarah's house. When they eventually formed their plan of action, it was less than perfect but would have to do.
Except that it wouldn't, in fact, ever be done. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, their strategy would never be tested. For at the time of Linda, Tancred and Sarah's furious discussion, John was fingering the small golden hourglass and the end of the beautiful chain of light, flipping it over in his hands to see if it was just as stunning from below as above.
Indeed it was. But then the world turned upside down. Sort of. It seemed as though birds in the sky were moving quicker than usual, even backward. It was as though he had just pressed the rewind button on the remote control, but it wasn't just the television being affected. His friends were around him still, but they were moving away from him and into positions that felt familiar, as though he had seen them there before.
And then his world stopped spinning, and he noticed Linda and Tancred a short distance away. Sarah was nowhere to be seen.
Tancred Myck appeared running around the corner and vaulted over the low fence. He didn't hold much store in things such as walls. He found that they just go in his way. He landed with a crunch on a pile of old twigs and leaves still left over from last fall. Tancred continued to run towards the tree where he tried to meet with his friends each day. He was almost there when he tripped over one of his own overly-large, feet. His back-pack went flying off of his shoulders and flew thruogh the air. It opened and sent a shower of green apples, pens, some books, a pair of cleats, uniform, and grass covered football over the ground until it landed on the ground with a thud. Next to the old, gnarlged, oak.
John stood next to it, but feeling slightly insecure, hid behind a large swooping branch.
Linda barely contained her laughter as her friend Tancred tripped and fell over. She knew she had to wait for the perfect moment before pulling the practical joke. And was is it. Tancred was crouching down to wash the dirt off his hands in a nearby pond. Linda stealthily made her way to a branch hanging right over Trancred, and.... WHAM! Jumped ontop of him, sending him crashing into the water, with her just grabbing a nearby weeping willow's branch and swinging back onto the grass.
This was crazy, John thought. What was happening to him? He looked down at the small golden object leaning against his chest. It resembles an hourglass, he thought. Hourglasses represent time, obviously.
The apparent facts were too many to deny. He had gone back in time.