CROSSING THE VOID

Aloicious Brentwood looked up from his kneeling position on the floor of the temple and just as quickly looked down again. His shoulders were shaking with fear and one large, fat teardrop rolled down his gnarled cheek meandering through the miniature hills and valleys, bypassing the odd wart or two, in his weathered brown skin.

"Don't you dare look at me again, you little worm thundered Bathsheba.

"I won't, I won't he snivelled, as the teardrop hit the soft earth of the floor.

Bathsheba sighed theatrically as she sauntered over to him, and stood looking down at the quivering shoulders and bent head. She shimmered and dissolved into a cloud of fluorescent particles, her anger affecting her ability to control Substance.

"A curious Scriven is a dangerous thing. Jeopardising our world, by entering the other. Partaking of pleasures unknown to the rest of the Kingdom and worse, talking about them she cried.

She paced, trying to decide what to do with him, if anything at all. Perhaps she would let him return through the Void, and banish him to the Other Side, to live a life without the opportunity to return but first, he must retrieve the Manuscript and return it to it's rightful place.

"You are a Scriven and Library Keeper she said, "You have abused the Sacred Knowledge which you guard, and used it to satisfy your own selfish curiosity.

In his misery, Aloicious dissolved into a quivering pile of black dust.

"Oh, put him in a bag and take him to his room, I need to think! Bathsheba shouted.