(Discworld Fanfic) "The Meaning of Death"
Chapter 1- An Introduction
Through the vastness of the cosmic. Between the infinite and everlasting universe, a turtle passes.
And upon its immense hard shell, stood four elephants.
Swimming through infinite galaxies, they go onward into the unknown.
But this story is not about giant turtles and elephants from the stars.
...
This story takes place on the disc carried by the elephants that stand on the back of the Great A’Tuin, the star turtle. In this Discworld, across the sky and endless mountains... Through the plains and extensiveness of the forests and into a network of forgotten ruins, RINCEWIND, the self-proclaimed WIZZARD…
Was a bit tied up at the moment.
Just a simple errand, they said. Mumbled Rincewind in the solitude of his mind, Anyone could do it, they said.
He guessed it was his own fault in accepting just another request from the senior wizards of the Unseen University. Just when it feels like it could be just a regular and non-dangerous errand, it appears. He should have been used to it by now. Rincewind always finds trouble and IT always finds him.
There’s that feeling on the back of his neck again.
The cold chills of being dragged as a small chess piece across the room and being put onto a checkered surface. The rattling of dice buzzing around his head as if Fate was gambling against the Lady once more. No one could really understand what Rincewind goes through. Not even himself could answer as to why things are the way they are.
Though, maybe he never really gave the time to think about it. He was always busy running.
Speaking of which, Rincewind wiggled to try to loosen the grip of the ropes that tied around his arms.
He immediately decided to stop.
What if it works and he is set free? Then what? Rincewind will tell you. He’ll probably go about looking for an exit. Just to mysteriously find a particular lever. Then, walls would open up and reveal a secret escape route. Only for him to get ambushed by the enemy waiting on the other side and asking him:
How did you manage to escape?
or
Look at our swords, they’re very sharp aren’t they? Let’s test it out, shall we?
Frankly, Rincewind didn’t want to find out. So he bravely decided to just stay put. After all, some solitude and a bit of bread everyday seemed like his regular times back in UU. Only, there’s no potatoes lying around.
HELLO, RINCEWIND.
“Oh, sh-”
HOW'S IT HANGING?
Rincewind went back to the escaping part of his plans as he shook the ropes at great speed.
“Um...it's-it's not my time yet, is it?” asked Rincewind nervously at the black-robed figure.
UNFORTUNATELY. Death replied.
Rincewind’s pacing slowed down, just a bit. Escaping was still in motion.
“So, why are you here?”
THERE'S A MAN I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH. IT'’S ON IN 5 MINUTES.
“N-no I mean, why are you HERE?” The wizard pointed. At the fact, considering that he had no hands in which to point at the moment.
Rincewind had no idea that Death itself could sigh. Actually, don’t think there would be anyone that knew the fact and survived in order to tell this little info. Still, Death did a great impression of a sigh, as Rincewind saw him crouch down and sat next to him. Death placed his scythe resting on his skeletal lap. The reflection of Rincewind’s face against the blade, caused him to try to pick up the pace once again.
The struggles of the wizard caused some crates above the shelf behind him to fall down on the floor. Some wood debris, ropes, bottles, and a mace spread all over the room.
ALBERT SAYS I SHOULD MAKE FRIENDS.
"Did he now?" Rincewind replied without really paying much attention. His mouth let him auto-pilot the conversation due to the fact that it would be considered rude not to answer back to Death. The other however, went silent for a moment. Rincewind looked back curiously.
Death was tapping his fingers on the handle of his scythe numerous times. It felt like something was biting an imaginary tongue within his skull.
I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE THINGS. LET ALONE, FRIENDS.
"I...figured as much."
SO I GOT TO THINKING…
Very dangerous. Rincewind said in the back of mind as he nodded.
A FRIEND IS SOMEONE YOU SEE VERY OFTEN.
Rincewind gulped.
He tried to pop his head back and forth against the wooden furniture behind him. Maybe he could make himself unconscious and wake up to a different type of unplanned-adventure. Gods knows he won’t be lucky enough to go back to Ankh-Morpork, but anywhere seemed to be a better choice than staying here.
BUT ANYONE I HAPPEN TO MEET, WILL ONLY SEE ME ONCE.
"Once is plenty, I'll say." Rincewind groaned as his head was hurting from all the popping.
AND YET. THIS ISN'T THE LAST TIME I'VE SEEN YOU.
"Oh...Gods." Rincewind whimpered as the conclusion was getting closed at hand.
RINCEWIND, WILL YOU HAPPEN TO BE MY FRIEN-
"HIPPOS!” Rincewind yelled through his lungs, “BANANAS! Uh….MARMALADE! PNEUMONOULTRAMICROSCOPICSILICOVOLCANOCONIOSIS!”
“Hey!” Shouted a voice from the other room, “Quiet in there!”
Oh goods, an interruption! Rincewind cheered in his mind as the door opened to reveal the man who caused the wizard’s entrapment in the first place.
“Look, how was I supposed to know that you were after that thing ?” Rincewind asked in utter annoyance.
As a form of intimidation, the man took out his sword from the scabbard around his waist. The wizard coiled his head in return.
“That thing is said to grant wishes!” The man yelled with a passion, “It is what our organization has stood for 100 years! It grants us the ultimate answer of the universe! It is...the ORB OF KNOWLEDGE!”
“It’s just a ball with notes stuck inside!” Rincewind pleaded, “You shake it and it tells you things that are already written! We use it for parties!”*
“Blasphemy!” The man swung his sword in the air, “I’ll curse you and send you to hell myself!”
The guy launched forwards, his foot caught in a crack on the floor. His other foot landed on a piece of slippery broken wood as his body flew up. The last thing he saw was several pointing bits of a mace.
*The only banned questions the wizards of the Unseen University listed as to not ask the Orb of Knowledge are as follows: Will I get a girlfriend? What about a boyfriend? I’m not picky, just want to cover all bases. Am I a good wizard? And...Am I dead? Most of these questions were banned by majority vote just because it made the whole party vibes to be rather depressing. Apparently, not everyone got the picture and started asking only these questions. It was up to the senior wizards to get rid of the object for good. Being the causers of this predicament in the first place, it was their responsibility that the orb should have been destroyed.
“I died? Just like that?” Asked the ghost as he saw his own body lying on the floor.
YES. MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE WATCHED WHERE YOU WERE GOING.
“Well, now I don't have to do that anymore!”
“YES, ISN'T IT GRAND?” Death’s bony jaw cracked into a smile.
“That was sarcasm! What am I going to do now?!”
Death stood back.
Rincewind leaned into the 1-sided conversation closely. It did not sound good, by the looks of it. Death pondered for a moment in order to find the answer for the ghost’s aching question. His eye sockets shined brightly blue as he became quite pleased with himself. He could not wait to share his discovery with the dead man.
WALK FORWARDS.
Death opened up a portal that led to an infinite gray desert with black darkened skies. He held out his hand on the back of the ghost and led the way in.
Almost half-way inside, Death’s head popped right back for one last time.
I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN, RINCEWIND.
"How much later?" The wizard asked anxiously.
Death chuckled. Chuckled? As he closed the portal behind him, leaving Rincewind alone, confused, and startled. A regular day for Rincewind actually, so back to status quo!
Rincewind looked down at the now diseased corpse and then quickly stared at the sharpness of the blade that the man had dropped. It was exactly in the right distance for him to reach. And exactly the exact sharpness needed for these exact ropes.
“Fine. Fine alright! I'll escape!” Rincewind yelled out to the universe. He proceeded to brush the ropes against the sword as the grip loosened. The ropes fell down onto the floor. "Are you happy now? Are you entertained?!"
The universe didn't answer back.
Not even chuckled.
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