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  They landed with a thump on the floor,
but the thump wasn't so loud, because there was a thick, scratchy carpet where
they landed.  Sam stood up, and
helped up Tessa, and Furrier got to his feet and shook himself.

  "Furrier, where are we?  What did you do?" whispered Sam,
very quietly.

  Furrier wagged his tail and jumped onto
the bed, which, Sam suddenly noticed, was occupied.  Its occupant sat up.

  "What?" it said.  "What are you two doing in my
room?  How'd you get here?"

  "Nick!" said Sam.  "I don't know - Furrier brought us
here, he came back, and jumped out the window again, but with us, and then we
were here, I don't know why - he seems to know what he's doing, though..."

  Nick got out of bed.  He was dressed in a pair of flannel
pajamas that buttoned up the front and looked rather old fashioned.  "Well," he said, "let's
see what he wants to do next."

  Furrier was still standing on Nick's
bed.  It was close to the other
window of the room, though not so close to the window they had come in by.  He looked at it for a long time, and
then he panted, and wagged his tail, as if he was beckoning to the three.  They went over to him.

  "Maybe hold onto his collar,"
suggested Sam. "That's what we did before."  She took hold of his collar.  Tessa held on too, and so did Nick.  Then, suddenly, they were flying
through coldness, icy coldness... suddenly they were in a forest, in a very
small clearing, and there was a woman there.

  "Ow!" muttered Sam, as she
landed hard on the ground.  "I
think I stubbed my ribs..."

  "Hush," said the woman
softly.  "Here, take these...
some slippers, some shawls... we must move quickly, and we must be quiet.  I will explain later."

  Sam pulled on the slippers the woman
thrust at her and wrapped the shawl around herself.  She had to help Tessa get her slippers on right, but soon
they were moving through the forest, the woman treading softly, and the others
following just as quietly in her footsteps.  Furrier brought up the rear.

  Sam was frightened.  Who was the woman?  Should they trust her?  Obviously Furrier did, but did that
mean that she should too?  It was
cold in the forest,  and she
shivered inside her shawl.  It was
long and dark and covered her almost completely.

  The woman stepped into another
clearing, even smaller than the first. 
"We will wait here for five minutes," she said.  "We're early."

  Sam moved closer to Furrier and drew
Tessa closer to herself.  "Who--" she began.

  "Hush," whispered the
woman.  "I will explain later,
but first we must meet my friend."

  They waited.  The minutes dragged on.  Five minutes were long, Sam thought, when there was nothing
to do or say.

  Then there was a rustling sound, and a
tall, thin man stepped into the clearing.

"Doriane," the woman greeted
him in a whisper.

  "Yvertire," responded the man.  "It's good to see you.  You all got here safely, I see."

  "Why--" said Nick.

  "Hush," said the woman
again.  "We will travel
again.  You three hold onto one of
us or the dog."

  Tessa put her arms around Furrier's
neck.  Sam held the woman's hand,
somewhat awkwardly.  Nick took the
man's hand.

  Icy coldness again.  Then there was warmth, they had gone
into -- who knew where?  Sam
blinked.  It was another
clearing.  A very large one, with a
campfire in its center.

  "I asked Thranier not to light
it," murmured the woman. 
"He never listens, though. 
Doriane, help me put it out." The two poured soil onto the
campfire.

  "Who are you?" said Tessa.

  "I am Yvertire, and this is
Doriane," said the woman. 
"We're going to help you, don't worry.  Your dog is helping, too, though perhaps he does not fully
understand."  Her voice was
lilting and delicate.

  "They don't understand
either," said Doriane. 
"We had best get underground before we are seen."  He walked over to the campfire and pulled
at the ground near its dying embers. 
A huge trapdoor was revealed, the dark insides of the underground
showing.  "Come," he
said.  "There are steps."

  Sam gingerly tested the darkness, and
there was a step.  She moved down
slowly, a step at a time, holding Tessa's hand.  Nick followed behind her.

  Doriane shut the trapdoor behind
Yvertire and himself.  There was a
hissing sound -- Sam's heart beat wildly in her chest -- and then a small flame
flickered, up near the ceiling, a lamp. 
It lit up a small sort of entrance hallway, and more lamps flickered to
life further down a tunnel, which branched into more tunnels...

  Tessa clutched at Sam's hand.  "I'm scared," she said.

  "So'm I," said Sam, sqeezing
Tessa's hand.

  There were footsteps.  A boy stepped out of the shadows, about
thirteen.  "Hello," he
said.

Spammy says xpee.  What's xpee?  Expiate?  Experience? Earlier he said xpia, in fact.  Hmm.

More? Please? I want to find out what is next!!!!! Okay, I won't copy this or anything. You should publish it into a book when you are finished!

My word count is finally over 10,000, but I'm a couple days behind.  :(  *grrrrr I have no time*

  Yvertire stepped forward and put her
arms around him.  "Toberen, I
told you not to wait up for us."

  The boy squirmed under her kiss.

  Yvertire turned to the others.  "Doriane, you know Toberen -
Toberen, these are friends of our new furry friend.  I don't think they've introduced themselves yet, we haven't
had time.  Would you like to tell
us what your names are?"

  Sam squeezed Tessa's hand again.  "I'm Sam, and this is Tessa, my
little sister, and my friend, Nick. 
Our dog is named Furrier."

  "Honored," said Doriane.

  "Wonderful to meet you," said
Yvertire.  "Toberen is my
son.  This is where we live, in the
Undertown of Vonner.  We are
humans, but we don't have much to do with other humans."

  "Why?" said Sam.

  "Hang on," said Yvertire,
going down a tunnel.  "Follow
me... we may as well be comfortable in this den here..."

  Sam moved little hesitantly down the
hall.  Toberen walked in front of
her.  He was almost as tall as her,
with dark hair and very light skin. 
His clothes were brown and green, and a little baggy.

  They came into the den.  It was about twice the size as the
entrance hall, and there were several huge beanbag chairs, that were very long,
and some smaller cushions.  Toberen
flopped onto a chair, lying on his side, propping his head on his hand.  Sam sat down on a chair, and sat Tessa
on her lap.  Nick sat on another
one, and Yvertire and Doriane lay on two more chairs the same way as Toberen
was lying on his.

  "How did we get here?" asked
Sam.

  Doriane sighed.  "You start with the most difficult
question of them all," he said. 
"We humans under here have recently discovered that the space-time
continuum can be bent, if it is done in the proper way.  And glass helps that.  What the Surface Humans don't know is
that glass contains certain metaphysical properties, and if you aren't good at
bending, which is our word for bending the space-time continuum, it helps to
jump through a sheet of glass."

  "So... when we travel like that,
we kind of jump to somewhere else, while staying in the same time?" asked
Nick.

  Doriane nodded.  "Exactly.  I don't know myself how your dog -
Furrier? - learned to bend, but he certainly knows."

  Furrier, lying on the carpeted floor,
thumped his tail appreciatively and proudly.

  "Why did he bring us here?"
asked Sam.

  "That we know, to somem
extent," answered Yvertire. 
"Evil is at work."

  "Evil?" asked Tessa sleepily.

  "Bad people," said Toberen.

  "Very bad.  They are intending to assimilate the
rest of humanity into themselves, systematically killing all dissenters.  They're already starting, though the
Surface Humans don't realize it." 
Yvertire seemed sad.

  "Why's that bad?" said Tessa.

  "Do you mean why is it bad that
they kill people who don't agree with them, or why is it bad that they want to
assimilate us?" asked Toberen.

  "Why's it bad that they want to
'similate us?" said Tessa.

  "Because they... aren't
nice," said Yvertire.  "If
they took over, everyone, man, woman and child, would work from sunup to
sundown, and even after that, in fields, factories and offices, providing food
and comfort to the bureaucratic government people, and get almost none of
it.  That doesn't sound good, does
it?"

  "What's wrong with the way things
are now?" asked Sam.

  "Plenty," said Doriane,
"but less than with the Everists - that's what we call them, by the
way.  They say, though, that we're
the evil oppressivists, and that we're all the things they are - never
admitting, of course, that they're evil oppresivists themselves.  So of course people will listen to
them.  The killing of the
dissenters thing is secret, of course, so no one sees how evil they really are."

  Nick looked puzzled.  "How do we know you aren't the
evil ones?"

  "You can't," said
Yvertire.  "That's a matter of
trust.  Even if I told you we
wouldn't kill you, or that we wouldn't try to take over the world, you'd just
have to take our word for it."

  Sam suddenly realized that Tessa was
asleep.  She stood up.  "Sorry," she said, "but
have you got anywhere I could put her to bed?  She's asleep, and I don't want her to wake up again
tonight.  It's really early
still."

  "Sure," said Yvertire.  "Toberen, can you show Sam and
Tessa the guest bedrooms, please?"

  Toberen got up.  Sam followed him out of the den and
down the hall, toward the foyer; he turned right into another hallway, which
had two doors on its left and one at its end.  "Those two are the guest rooms," he said, pointing
left, "and that one's a bathroom."

  "Thanks," said Sam, opening
the first door on the left. 
Immediately, a light flickered on. 
It had two twin-sized beds, wall-to-wall carpets, two armchairs, a large
bureau and a closet which stood open. 
She laid Tessa down in the bed further from the door.  "Can I make the light go
out?"

  Toberen indicated a light switch by the
door.  "It comes on
automatically, but you can override it."

  Sam examined the switch.  It had three positions - on, off, and
auto.  She turned to
"off."  Then she closed
the door halfway and stepped back into the hall.  She hesitated. 
Was it right to leave her little sister there, in a strange room, and a
strange house, with strange people?

  "She'll be fine," Toberen
assured her.  "We'll probably
all go to bed in a few minutes."

  Sam nodded, though still hesitant, and
followed him back to the den.

This story is amazing! I don't really have any criticism to give you. It kind of reminds me of A Wrinkle In Time, not just the "dark and stormy night" part, but the whole story. Please keep writing! :)

Oregano, please continue this story! I really liked reading it and I can't wait to read the next part! I know your parents don't want you to post on here, but maybe, if you ask them, they would let you just post on this thread (and maybe later, more threads, too!). If not, I hope that you will continue this story on your own at home--it's too good of a story to quit writing about it!

-Princess P.

To the TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP please! Oregano, we miss you!