Tyme rose from his bed early in the morning. It had been a busy day, yesterday. Well, busy for him anyway. He had run all over the place looking for the herbs he needed to make his favorite tea, TeaTyme. It appears as though some one, Halla, had drank the last of it.
He had searched his vast tombs for anything that would help him found out where to get all the stuff that he needed could be found. He had ran across town getting most of the vital herbs. Now he had all but one of them. The only one remaining was the rarest of all, though.
The herb in question is known as the Sagethymeroot. It only grows in the rarest of occasions and then in only the hardest of places to reach. It is known, though, that the Peaks on most mountains contain a small patch of the bulbs. Finding it is hard, though.
It must be said that TeaTyme is a very special tea made by the TymeKeeper himself. It is said to be the best tea anywhere and anytyme. It is so good in fact that some people claim not to beable to live without some, much like some people claim not to beable to wake up without coffee. This happens to be the case with poor Tyme. He can neither write nor read without this tea, he seems to not think without it.
Quickly, with amazing speed for someone his age, he jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, grabbed some food and his hiking equipment, and was out of the door. He needed his tea. The sooner he got the root the sooner he could get on with finishing the damn book.
With a crazed look in his eyes the old sage went flying through town on a poor horse that was being flogged to death. In a record tyme Tyme reached the foot of the mountains. The horse, of course, was in pain beyond belief, having had his behind flogged for about 15 miles was not fun, and the horse was in a mind to whip the old sage and see how much he liked it. Tyme suddenly jumped off his mount and started running and clawing his way up the mountain side. No one knows why he did this, he just did.
A few hours later Tyme stopped to catch his breath, even crazed, depraved, pyscho maniacs have to rest every once and awhile.
< huff >< puff >< huff >< weez >< pant >< pant >
"I am getting to old for this kind of stuff."
After his moment of common sense, the OldTymer came to his crazed-druggie state again.
Clawing his way even further up the mountain Tyme soon heard a strange noise. The noise was one of a crazier maniac then himself. Like the sound a metal grinding on rocks and the rocks grinding on bones and the bones grinding on people. He heard the also sound of muching like that of a demon feasting. If fact that is exactly what it was.
With a renewed force Tyme surged ahead. With more energy surging through his body he climbed higher and higher.
As he reached the top of the mountain he saw before his eyes a huge demon, eating HIS bulbs. Outraged that something was eating HIS bulbs he ran at the creature.
Now if Tyme was thinking clearly he most certainly would not have done such a thing, but as things were he wasn't thinking clearly, he obviously must have disreguarded his brain yellling at him to stop this madness at once. His brain at this point decided to evacuate the lot and put it up for rent, since he wasn't being listen to at all.
Now if the demon was thinking clearly it would surely listen to its brain too. It was going along something like this: "Stop eating! Your going to kill you self if you eat any more! Thats the 69th one you've had today! Can't you stop for one second? Isn't there a law against eating this much in one day?! Yor going to become fat and drunk and stupid if you don't stop this at once!.........."
Of course the demon didn't care, it was eating its nice SageThymeRoots and having a nice meal of it too. The demon didn't hear the crazed scream of an old man. He didn't feel the sword seperate his brain in two. What he did notice was the great taste in his mouth.
"Aaaahhhh. Why didn't I think of it before? Blood on these things make them taste even better! Blood? Where did this blood come from? Humm..... Did I bite my tongue? No.... Did I hurt my self anytime recently? No....Hummmm..."thought the demon.
Slowly he turned toward Tyme with a surprised look on his face.
Tyme Took another swing with his sword.
The demon was even more surprised! He was so surprised to see Tyme swing the sword that his head jumped from his neck and went flying ten feet in the air. His body jumped ten feet back, and having no other orders saying other wise tumbled backwards. His head hit the ground with a sicking thump, a surprised look on the demons face.
"humph. Shows him to eat MY herbs."
Pulling up the only remaining SageThymeRoot Tyme regained his sanity.
"WOW!" thought his brain." IT sure does feel good to be in control again. Hey, what is that peice of paper in the demons hand? It looks like a note."
Picking up the note form the daemons hand Tyme read out loud.
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"Oh, great now I have to go warn them! At least I am in control once more," his brain thought.
"Now I can cast that spell. How did It go? Oh yeah. "
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"Hey guys look! We got more company."
Pavek pointed at Tyme.
"Oh great. Its the Old Sage. Why is he here?"