Disclaimer: I dont own anything pendragon, except the ideas expressed here, and what I write... i own that... i think.
1852-Pendragon
Bobby was going through some stuff Press had gven him last week. He decided that if press thought it was important than he decided that he should also. It had been weird, Saint Dane was finally dead, and it had happened when Bobby had died. It had turned out that when the Lead Traveller died, than whomever the lead traveller was after woould soon die as well. But as Osa and Press had promised, all of the travellers had ended up together.So it was as it would have been, because there was no history of them, and the ten terortories were in perfect harmony by themselves. And it had turned out as if they had never died, as well. So they were all alive... thank goodness.
So what Bobbi had found on the box was several assorted items. " Lets see what kind of stuff Uncle Press has decided I needed to see." he said to himself. He was in the basement of the apartment complex Mark and him stayed in and even sometimes(when it suited him) Uncle press. Courtney was in the apartment building over. So while he looked at the closed cardboard box, something started to go through his head. " I wonder what kind of stuff Uncle Press would have saved for me. And why the heck is this just for me..." he wouldnt admit it out loud, but he was kind of afraid of what he might find.
So by now he had spent several minutes doing more thinking than he had actually been doing. So he reached forward, for he had been kneeling down at th box level, and opened it. What he saw on top was a dagger from Ibara, with Strange letters on it, even his couldnt traveller mind couldnt translate, etched into it on the edge. He remembered using it in his battle with the traitor travelor, Nevva Winters. He normally wouldnt have ever wanted to fight to the death, but in her case, he was willing. He had finished her, and she said " One day, Pendragon, there will be a time that the travellers are all back together, and i may not be there, but that will be for a reason you dont need to know, for when you find out, it will be too late."
The next item he found was a box of travellers rings, just missing the stones,In place of the stones there were pictures. Bobby was pretty sure they had been ex-travellers of second earth. He knew this because they all had second earth type cothes on. Or, in some of the older pictures, he figured they had first earth clothes.And they were in slots, but there was one missing. He looked under this box and found 9 more just like it, excep these had all the rings in them.
He found one last thing in this cardboard box, and it was a sack full of peices of what Bobby had though t to be paper. He took a look and realized the sack was not of second earth. It was made of an odd fabric material that he knew to be the same fabric that made the challengers shirts of Quillan, stretchy and pretty durable. He looked inide and found many rolled up peices of paper, or what seemed to be paper.
"Journals" he said to himself.
Now that he knew what he was messing with he unrolled one and found that it said "Journal One", and "Second Earth". It ended up having something taped to it, and it was a travellers ring, with a picture of a man, and he thought he looked like he was from second earth.
He decided to read it, because it well, seemed like he should find out a bit more about this traveller.
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" My name is Tobias Timeaus, and I hope somebody found this..Really badly. Im really worried, and I dont know what to do."
Well, I hope you enjoyed this, oh, and so you understand, this will make more sense as it goes on. I will also write a prelude when its all finished. But i will only go on, if you read and reveiw.