Everyone was out of breath when they reached the source of the light beacon, even Shark. Up close, the blue light sounded and felt even more powerful than from far away.
Sinbad was the first to step closer to it, reaching out to touch it. It was a most peculiar device, looking like the blades inside a blender.
“Any idea what that is?” Marc asked him. Sinbad just shook his head. He was about to step away when the device began to react.
Sinbad jumped back to prevent it from cutting his arm off. All that any of them could do was watch as another light began to form within the contraption.
In seconds, it flashed. Suddenly, a man jumped out of the light and landed face-first into the crystallized ground.
“What the fuck?!” Was what came out of Sinbad’s mouth when the unknown man stood up and dusted himself off.
“Phew! Well, that was most certainly not one of my better landings…” Then the man readjusted his strange glasses, and smoothed out his spiky blue hair. “I’m most definitely out of practice-”
He was then shoved to the ground again, followed by Sinbad driving his fists into his face.
“Hey, pal! Where do you get off messing with the town like this?” He then began throttling him. “You think I wanted to come back to Twinbrook to this?!”
“Sinbad, let him go!” Harwood raised his voice to get his son to step off. Sinbad could only oblige, apparently a bit intimidated by the sudden shouting.
The stranger got back up, and smoothed himself out again. “How rude! There have been people in my time who were executed for less than that!”
Soon, things calmed down. The man who’d jumped out of the portal took on an air of formality. Sinbad could still almost feel him giving judgmental side glances.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” he said in a borderline plummy tone. “I am Emit Relevart, Keeper of Time.”
Instead of awestruck gasps like he probably expected, Emit received childish giggling and raised eyebrows, along with Blaise whispering in Dennis’ ear. Even Sagebear appeared to be laughing, considering how she was rolling on the ground.
He seemed displeased at this reaction. “What? What is it about the very concept of time that you find amusing?”
“It ain’t that, sir,” Dennis said between chuckles. “It’s just that my wife has just told me that your last name rhymes with ‘fart’, and I can’t help but find that humorous.”
All Emit could do at this point was facepalm. “Surely there can be more potential for this than toilet humor…”
He then waved it off and waited until all of them got the giggles out, then resumed his speech. “Possibly, all of you are perplexed at the state of your homeworld.”
Emit then gestured to the portal he’d jumped out of. “Come with me, and I shall explain to you all that you need to know.”
Then he jumped back in, causing everyone else to follow him in single file.