{"sf1_id":1696187,"sf2_id":"Rm0zz0q1","title":"Towards a Better World (old story)","author":"JN_Squire","words":1167,"posted_at":"2021-03-16T15:35:00.000Z","tags":["Cat Folk","Clean","Desert","Fanfiction","Fantasy","Feline","Humor","M/F","Magic","Tara Duncan"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1696187-towards-a-better-world-old-story","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0zz0q1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a6/89/a68968fb-46f1-442a-b2ba-843ebbbf6f62","description":"This is a very oooold one-shot fanfiction I wrote for the Tara Duncan Book 7 contest (organized by the writer and the publisher), which ended up nominated with 11 other stories. I lose this contest, but it was a very interesting experience, because I'm not used to write stories in a pre-existing universe. I've submitted this English translation back in 2009 moved onto other kinds of stories since then.\nTranslation by me (a little^^ ) and by Lokine (a lot).\nThe spellweavers are the sorcerers in the Tara Duncan book series.\nTara Duncan and its universe © Sophie Audouin-Mamikonian\nOriginal Characters © me","content":"Daily life was difficult for the wildlife of the tremendous, green, and yet blazing, Salterens' deep desert. Water's scarcity led fangdogs to drink at the only remaining place: the Red Moutain's feet, one of the highest heft in OtherWorld. Evidently, t'silsworms were never afar and blew lethal eggs in every hot-blood being crossing their way, on condition that they weren't swallowed by sandworms first.  \nThe Red Moutain. Officially, Mul Mar Tag Kullog, \"That, it's a mountain, dork!\", literally.  \nThis out of the ordinary name came from a linguistic misunderstanding between natives and a so not mouth-watering spellweaver explorer, centuries ago.  \nThe sinewy winds at its base made it nearly impossible to find before one got nose to nose with the wall face... Unless one knew in advance where to search.  \n  \n  \n  \nAt three hundred or so meters from the mountain, an inner circle of beings that had nothing to do with the local fauna materialized: a spellweaver couple and a Salterens one, coming with a way too heavy heap of luggage for themselves.  \nA woman about thirty with long brawn curly hair reached out her hand to the batch, and called out:  \n\"By Levitus I say, shall our luggage accompany us without any delay.\"  \nA magic ray struck the pile and which arose from a few centimeters above the ground.  \n\"You've made a very bad rime, dear\", the chestnut man pointed around the same age.  \n\"If you are not happy with it, Auvertus, help yourself\", she answered stiffly.  \nOne of the Salterens, those huge biped feline provided with a profuse golden mane, interjected. In this case, a male, even higher than the spellweavers. More athletic, too.  \nHis golden-brown mane fell with grace against his back.  \n\"Stop it\", he ordained with a gentle authority. \"We don't have time for this kind of squabble.\"  \nI doubt it takes very long before the Great Cacha's army discovers the Transmitus' destination. Did you display prominently your necks ?  \n\"Yes\", the female spellweaver confirmed, \"our golden t'silsworms scars are conspicuous. But we are also assured to get a sunburn.\"  \nAuvertus looked up skyward.  \n\"Olata, your delicate skin is today the least of our worries.\"  \nShe was going to vivaciously retort when the second Salterens, a gorgeous female (at least from the big felines' benchmark), spoke.  \n\"Keewish is right\", she worried, \"this is really not the time for your couple arguments.\"  \nHusband and Wife ducked their head, ashamed, and the company finaly moved off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe Salterens female was named Itchaya. She was one of the many daughters of the Great Cacha.  \nEven though she was still young, her pretty blonde mane already attracked many pretenders, all forcibly pushed back by his father.  \nTwo days ago, she had finally understood why, when he had announced her shotgun wedding with vizier Ilpabon. This union was purely political: Ilpabon secretly coveted the position of the Great Cacha. The latter was not fooled and had found this way to make it clear to him.  \n  \n  \n  \nOf course, the following night, Itchaya disguised into a male, looped her bed's sheet to the room's sundeck balustrade, concealed her smell in order not to get caugh by the guards and fled.  \nShe found without any problems a young sorcier she knew by reputation : Keewish.  \nEven though he was not that much older than Itchava, he had forced admiration or jealousy from his peers by curing diseases reputed incurable and it was even said that his might was to such an extent that he could annihilate on his own the spell preventing people to fly over the desert without calling out. Quite obviously, the hearsay was called-for, since the spellweavers managed to levitate their luggages just fine.  \nAfter being arrived at his congeneric's and meeting the two human beings, she explained her father's purpose before she spell out her intention to go into exile far from the country.  \n\"I am planning to go as soon as possible far away from the Salterens land\", he indicated. \"Would you mind joining us ?\"  \nItchaya jumped instantly on the unhoped opportunity and they concluded the journey details in no time.  \n\"Why, thank you\", Itchaya sighed, relieved. I can see that you are an hon...  \n\"No\", Keewish cut her. \"I am no Salteren.\"  \nSurprised by that statement, she stared at him speechless while he withdrew from his clothes a golden medallion mounting a blue precious stone, as if the object was very important.  \n\"I am much more than that\", he whispered, putting it back. \"Way more than that.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAnd now, they had land up in the middle of the deep desert without her understanding why.  \nCertainly, they had run away from the guards who had recovered her tracks in extremis, and the spellweavers had indicated that the sorcier underwent historical researches on the scene since years, but that didn't get her anywhere.  \nKeewish stopped Itchaya, diverting her from her confused thoughts.  \n\"We are here\", he pointed. \"Don't go any further, I must activate the... Transfer Gate.\"  \nThe young female Salteren glared at the green sand. Which Gate? There was no way to practice wizardcraft that close from the Red Moutain!  \nYet, the sorcier kneeled down and rested his hands to the ground.  \n\"OtherWorld Spirit, I beg you!\" he called out. \"Lend us your flawless treasure!\"  \nAnd the Salteren's front paws cast a gentle blueish light through the sand. After a minute that could possibly have been an eternity, the ground quivered, the desert wind violently arose and whirled around the block.  \n\"No way\", Itchaya repeated, shocked. \"There is no way to practice magic.\"  \n\"And what if it wasn't magic?\" Auvertus responded. This is not one of the first.  \nAs to confirm those words, the sand transformed into a huge stone monument ahead.  \nFormed with humongous pillars hewed in an entire block and covered with sculpted patterns, they were placed at fifty meters one from the other in the center of a ringed paved disk. Each paving stone presented a unique glyph with an obscure meaning.  \nThen, the rings suddenly moved and light shined from between the paving stones.  \nThey were so fast, stopping sometimes at a pillar's level, that they were blurred. All of a sudden, they froze, and a growl rose from the depth of the earth.  \nAt the most critical moment, a magnificent and multicolored Dawn broke the air between the two pillars.  \nWith a huge satisfied smile, Keewish stood up and turned toward Itchaya while the spellweavers, keeping their self-control, raced and crossed. \u0026nbsp;  \n\"The passage won't stay opened much longer. What are you waiting to come with me?\"  \nThe young Salteren's fears vanished as soon as she understood that her friend came from this unknown world.  \n\"I shall follow you 'til the edges of the worlds, she assured, enthusiastic.\"  \nWith a unique smile created by a new and deep friendship, hand in hand, the couple passed over the luminous barrier. Toward a better life.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWhen the Salterens soldiers arrived, they only found a vast area of green sand.  \n  \nFIN.  \n  \n\n"}