Here - or Other-where

[circa 21st Century ~]

At the very same time that Calvin had set foot on the 804 to leave, Francesco stepped down into the red specked dirt with his desert-dust sandalled feet. He had been travelling miles across the country to find his beloved companion, Anon - a Weimaraner who was taken to wander.

The journey out from the Middle Ages had been relatively short - not at all the long period of history you would expect, compact with centuries and time spent in between - for Francis had rested between his lifetimes, and returned into the earthly realm quite fortified throughout.

Unlike other Elvish men, Francesco did not come and go as he pleased from the worldly realm into the other-realm and then back again whilst on Earth.

For the best part of his days he was bound to live as any mortal might do - with the exception of his elvish talents, his superior perception, and blessed comprehension.

He could also recall all of the days in the world that had gone before - even the ones he had had no part in. It was as though the history of the world lived within him.

He was intimate with this world, and she loved him in return, giving him those akashic imprints that embossed her girdle and glitteringly reflected in her crown.

He understood what it was to be human, and empathetically felt everything that was around him - alongside the hopes and disappointments construed by the spiritual worlds and its entourage of beings besides.

Rarely was he self aware however. He did not sense or comprehend just how different he was to practically everyone else, here - or other-where.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances