Just when you think that 2DTeleidoscope can’t be any stranger with the writing challenge, bam, you get this:
I decided to continue the story from a previous challenge, the story of the traveler of worlds.
There’s a saying in Vierlain, “strange brains ferment sex like pickles”. When I first heard this phrase, I couldn’t possibly fathom what it could possibly mean, and that was exactly what it was meant for. After the festivities last night, I resumed my original purpose for the first part of my travels; to find a way to gain immortality. Travelling to different worlds use up a large amount magic and life force. Essentially, all minds are connected, and all minds of sentience possess the ability to only peek into the different worlds through the eyes and thoughts of another who is similar. Of course, there are very few who are capable of actually influencing these other worlds, let alone enter them, not many are capable of doing it.
In order to manifest themselves in a separate reality, or rather, cross the world boundaries, a balance needs to be maintained between the realities, and for the compensation, a part of the life force needs to be used to create a substantial existence that the reality of the other world would not reject instantly. Before I get too long winded, let me return the phrase of interest. When I was asking around for information or legends of immortality, someone pointed me in the direction of an odd one, they say. Or rather, the quip was, that person is one with a strange brain that ferments sex like pickles; a phrase oft used when dealing with people who are essentially eccentrics, or outcasts (well, perhaps eccentric isn’t the right word for her, she was very interesting).
When I asked Elysia where the phrase came from, she said
“A long time ago, there was a man, who loved pickles, and he enjoys making references to pickles with everything, to the point that even sex was included; or so the story went. Pay it no heed my good man, it’s just what most of the locals use to say that someone is strange or something.”
“Well, returning to the matter at hand, I was told that you might know something about immortality?”
At the mention of this, she smiled and we started our discussion. We spent the next hours, well into the night talking about the feasibility of immortality, its implications, and possible methodologies. When I first disclosed that I was a traveller from a different world, she didn’t believe me, and when I explained to her how it might be done, if she were to choose to do it my way, she started to understand why I would seek immortality. While she is researching it, she has yet to obtain any sort of results. She had been chasing down myths, legends, anything that has to do with immortality, and found them to be only that; stories.
She apologized, and before I left, she thanked me for reigniting her spark, as she had almost lost it in the seemingly futile effort of her search; if travelling through world boundaries is possible, why not immortality?
At 499 words, I think I just barely made it. Also, it’s a very, very late entry, but what the heck, eh?
P.S. About the title, it just randomly popped into my head after listening to Ode to Joy, from Symphony No. 9