Shania K. Younce
Chapter.15 Time Machine & Time Later
Years had passed since the time traveller's tale had been told. As those years went by many people or guest past on. Leaving only two to remain, Filby, and the Doctor. In this age they are old and decrepited.
In this time many towns and cities had grown up and out. Leaving very few places familiar to them. Little to say they both live in the time traveler's house. Little did they know in a faraway time was the time traveler himself. He was young there. For the time of that place was slow.
'Time to wake up.' said Weena. So, the time traveler woke. To find a smiling face and lovely morning light. The morning tasks:
up the morlocks
'Now, todays lesson will be to successfully make a fire, stew your fruit, and reciting the alphabet.' said the time traveler. Thinking to himself, 'So, I've managed to teach them three useful words, ' another thought, 'I would like to visit my own time, for a little while.'
Later, Weena, would follow the time traveler to his hut. Weena, loved the time traveler more than what understood. He loved as if she were her daughter. Yet, he loved all the eloi, but Weena, most of all. In years before there was trechery.
I arrived to the land of the eloi. There was a horrid sight before my eyes. It looked to me that a war had happened. The loss was great. There were many young eloi bodies scattered. Then there were those goolish morlock bodies scattered. I walked through the bodies. Only to happen upon one wounded eloi. He was dieing slowly.'I wish I could do something to help him.', thought the time traveler.
His eyes were open slightly. He looked to be very close to death. He spotted me. He started talking to me. His voice came in raspy whisps. His words were faint, but kind of muddled. Then the time traveler understood that the wounded eloi wasgoing to tell him what happened.
So, the time traveler came closer. Then nealing by the eloi, he listened. The eloi told him all of the war. How other time travelers came. How they were taught to fight. How the morlocks were slightly frightened and driven back. His last words before he pasted were, 'Please help my people and my name is, Boeb.' Then his body went cold and limp. His eyes so, full of life and so, very lifeless. Then the time traveler set out to keep his promise.
To be continued!
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