The Arrival

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Arrival

Time and space distorted and the four travellers found themselves deposited unceremoniously on the main street of the small town. There were four of them.

The tallest was a ten-foot tall minotaur with brown skin and yellow eyes. The other three were female, all very beautiful. They wore no common uniform, nor anything to identify who they were.

"Well, I for one am glad to be back on Terra Firma. That Confluence was starting to drive me nuts. I need an 'up' and a 'down' in my world," said one of the women with a touch of a French accent. This one wore a red costume and was floating effortlessly in the air.

"We are fortunate to be home at all," replied the one in a white robe. "The Confluence has never quite recovered from Tyrannon's attack."

"This doesn't feel right," stated the blue-clad blonde in a low, guarded voice. Hearing her tone, the others assumed defensive postures with smooth precision.

"What do you mean?" asked the flying one, as she scanned the area. "Is this a trap?"

"No, no. Not a trap. But something is wrong. I don't think we're on our Earth."

"If we are not on our Earth, we had best find cover. Due to the damage in the Confluence, it may be some time before we can get home." The one in white spoke in a soft, mesmerizing voice that implied deep mystical knowledge.

Like a well-oiled combat machine, the four moved off in to the shadows.