The time was never now. The place was never here. We are not the people we should be.

The days simply whittled away in the face implacable boredom.

It wasn't so much that the way was unclear. It was more that the path had yet to exist.

She crouched low in the undergrowth biding her time. The dull thud of the troll's footsteps echoed in her ears.

And lo on the third day, she decided to make some trees because the color scheme could use some green.

The great sliver platter stretched before her. It gleamed magnificently with its wares beckoning.

She grasped the claymore tightly. 'Not a weapon for girls?' she snorted derisively and launched herself into the fray.

The night stretched into an inky velvet road that knew no end. She paused a minute and continued on.

It was a nice enough day. The kind of day that makes one wonder if the world truly exists or is the fevered imagination of a sane person.

'One day more,' she said coldly 'and all of this will seem like a mercy to you.'