Round 1, Match 4(?), awayfarer vs. Berandor
Make a wish
It felt wonderful. In the mirror, Manfred saw how the high heels straightened his back and made him appear almost three inches taller. His feet looked delicate as they were pushed into the tight tip of his new stilettos. It felt so good Manfred wanted to dance. He did a little improvised tap, finishing up with his hand thrust toward the mirror and his imaginary audience.
There was a knocking at the apartment door. Manfred almost fell over himself in his rush to pull off his shoes and roll down the legs of his trousers. Barefoot he walked to the door and opened it.
»Manny White?« a cheery female voice asked.
It was friday, April 23rd, 1982, 5:03 pm, and Manny’s life had just taken an unexpected turn.
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The cheery voice belonged to a stunning woman. She had green hair, golden eyes and wore slippers fashioned from autumn leaves. She also had gossamer wings and was about 2 feet tall. She was also accompanied by two cameramen blazing their lights into Manfred’s face.
Manfred squinted in the brightness as the faerie fluttered up to his face, holding a microphone fashioned like a wizard’s wand and pointing it towards him like a lance.
»Manny White,« she repeated, »do you know who I am?«
Manny squinted at her. He couldn’t focus. He knew her. He knew it. He knew he knew her. Heh. ›Knew he knew her‹. Funny.
»Why are you grinning? Stop that,« the faerie said. She turned to the cameras and moved her hand across her throat. »Cut. We’ll do this again.« The men lowered their cameras and took a step backwards. The faerie fluttered closer to Manfred. »You do know who I am, don’t you?«
Manfred managed to stop grinning and nod. The faerie tilted her head and regarded him for a second. »Too risky,« she decided. »We’ll do the hick routine.« She flew into the hallway and one of the cameramen closed the door in Manfred’s face.
There was a knocking at the apartment door. Manfred stared at the door. He could hear the sound of fluttering wings behind the door. His mouth was dry. His head was blank.
Again with the knocking.
»Manny?« the faerie’s voice came through the door, syrupy sweet. »Dear? Open the door, please?«
Manfred opened the door and was hit by a double blast of camera lights. He squinted again.
»Manny White!« The faerie appeared next to his face, but now she was looking at the camera. »I’m Morgaine le Fay, and you’re on The Faerie Hour! Are you ready to have your wish fulfilled?«
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It had all gone so very fast. After Manfred hat stammered his consent to wish-fulfilment, about two dozen people had invaded his home. Five or six of them had pulled him into the kitchen, where they began to put make-up on him and prepare him for the beginning interview. A young woman named Cherry practically force-fed him the answers to everything Morgaine would later ask him. At the same time, most of the rest of the team re-decorated his living room in order to make room for the cameras and to better fit whatever the producers had decided Manfred’s image on the show would be – he’d been told not to worry about such things: »You’re dealing with professionals«. Finally, a single cameraman accompanied Morgaine on her short tour around the apartment.
The interview had gone quite well, he thought. At least none of his co-workers at the office had commented on it. They’d all been too busy winking at him and pointedly looking at his footwear. If the camera hadn’t scared them away, that is. William Wambaugh Worthington, the show’s producer – »call me Trip« – had insisted he wear high heels to work. Manfred had felt so uncomfortable he would have changed his wish to making them go away again, if anyone had asked him. But as he had already discovered in his few hours of television experience, nobody bothered to ask him. He was expected to do what he was told, and nothing more. And he had been expected to walk into his boss’s room and ask for his vacation, even though said boss had called him right after his interview had aired last night and told him he could take a week or two off. So that’s what Manfred had done: walked into the office, asked for vacation time, and watched as his boss pretended to mull it over. And afterwards he’d had one hour to pack a few things together before he was shipped off to Temptation Island. That’s where he was right now, waiting for his trial to begin.
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»The Island of Temptation,« Morgaine intoned. »This is where our aspirants prove their mettle – or fail miserably. Tonight, Manny White will set out on the quest for his greatest wish, and we have some brand-new challenges for him. First, he must cross the Frosted Forest and get to the Moon Lagoon. Will Manny make it to the other side, or will he return home as someone who could have made his wish come through, but was too weak to do so? We’ll give you the answer tomorrow, or you can watch live on our internet stream. Just click…«
Manfred tuned out. He had thought that maybe he would be asked for a final statement, but it seemed Morgaine went with her first impression of him and did not trust him to say his own name on camera.
»Hey man, you got a minute?«
Manfred turned to the speaker. It was a lean, tan man in his mid-twenties. Manfred recognized him as one of the cameramen. He shrugged. »I’m not sure.«
The man laughed. It was a rough sound, but not unfriendly. »I hear you. Don’t worry, you’ll get word soon enough. I’m Bill.«
»Manfred.«
»I know.« Bill winked. »I’ll be your cameraman for the trial. Which means I’ll follow you around and stick my lens into your face.«
»Thanks for the warning, I guess.«
»There’s more,« Bill said. »I’ll be right next to you, but I won’t be right next to you. You know?«
Manfred thought for a moment, and then nodded. »I’m not supposed to talk to you. Like you’re invisible.«
Bill nodded. »Exactly. Like I’m invisible.«
»But you’ll help me if I get in trouble, right?«
Bill hesitated. »Depends. What kind of trouble?«
»If I break a leg?«
»Sure. I’ll call someone. And film every minute of it.«
Manfred took a step away from Bill. »I see,« he said as coldly as he could muster.
Bill winked. »Just a job, you know?«
»Not really,« Manfred answered, and then went to find somebody else to talk to.
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»Would it kill you to share some water?« Bill ignored the question and kept on filming. Manfred held out his hand. »Come on, I’ve been walking for hours now. Just a sip.« The camera moved from him to the surrounding forest and back.
Manfred scratched his sweaty brow. »Don’t be such an-« he stopped himself, »such a donkey. You know the rules.« Bill kept the camera focused on him. Manfred could not take it anymore. he wanted to punch the man, hard. Instead, he turned and walked to the edge of the path.
Bill kept on filming.
»See this?« Manfred pointed at the barren trees.
White webs covered the trees from top to bottom. Manfred pulled at the web and tore off a piece. »Cotton Candy,« he said. »Over there is a bush that grows gingerbread. Those flowers drip melted ice cream. I think I even saw a roasted chicken flying about. We passed a bridge over a river made of slush.« Manfred pressed the cotton candy into a small ball and threw it away. »And while I can’t eat or drink, my little invisible cameraman is munching lunch or gurgling water. Now give me something!«
Bill kept on filming.
»Screw this.« Manfred walked towards the camera and past it. He tore a twig from a tree and used it to collect cotton candy. He thrust the stick at the camera. »See this? This… sugar torch will bring me freedom. I will eat, and then you will give me some water.« He brought the candy to his mouth.
Bill kept on filming.
Manfred could already smell the sugar. His mouth watered, but his eyes focused on the black lens of the camera. That bastard had not reacted to anything he’d said. He just. kept. filming. And not because his contract forced him. No, he kept on filming because he didn’t care whether Manfred actually passed the trial. Either way, it was good television. Manfred would fail, would end up the laughingstock of his whole office, but it would have been good television.
Suddenly Manfred wasn’t hungry anymore, nor thirsty. He just had a bad taste in his mouth. He threw the twig away and spit out. then he got really close to the camera.
»You ain’t got me yet. Not yet.« He shoved Bill to the side and continued on the path.
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Manfred tried not to scream. This was worse than prom night. He was in the middle of the second part of his trial and freaked out as hell. He’d entered Moon Lagoon armed only with an iron belt, which he had then proceeded to tie around his waist before jumping into the dark water. The belt had pulled him down mercilessly, and Manfred had realized too late that he didn’t even have the key to its lock. Needless to say, he also didn’t have an oxygen tank.
Now he was more or less standing on the ground of the Lagoon, careful not to cut his bare feet on one of the sharp corals that lined the floor and surrounded on all sides by ominous darkness. Anything could be watching him, approaching him. Anything but Bill, that was, because Bill was already next to him, dressed in professional scuba gear and filming with a light-sensitive camera. It was dark enough that Manfred couldn’t see Bill, but he felt him. It was like an allergy.
Something moved in front of him. Manfred opened his mouth to scream, realizing too late that this would drive out almost all of his remaining air. The bubbles fled to safety. Something touched his lips. And then Bill activated the camera spotlight.
She was
beautiful. In fact, she was the most beautiful woman Manfred had ever seen. And she had kissed him, breathed air into his lungs. He stood there, mouth agape, until the first bubble of air – air that had been in her lungs recently – drifted lazily past him. He shut his mouth quickly. Her pearly laughter wormed its way into his head, turning him around, making him smile in response to her.
He had always expected mermaids to have a fish tail, but the woman in front of him didn’t possess one. He had also expected them to wear a bra made from sea shells. The woman in front of him, however, was nude. Manfred felt dizzy. The woman tilted her head to the side, and then she crooked a finger at him.
Do you want to come with me? Manfred understood without words. And he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. He thought of everybody he knew sitting in front of the television, seeing him with
this woman.
Her necklace glinted in the murky light. It was her sole piece of clothing, a golden chain with a strange golden cross. Manfred glanced at it, then at her breasts, and then his eyes flew up towards her face again. He felt himself blush. The woman laughed again, then beckoned him again. Suddenly Manfred felt as if he could move, as if he could leave the chains behind. All he had to do was to nod, and he could follow her.
She held out her hand to him. Manfred grasped it. She pulled, but he pulled to, and he still had the weight of the chains attached to him. He had not nodded yet. So he slowly drew her closer, and she came, smiling all the time. He drew her almost close enough for them to kiss again. He glanced down again, and sure enough, it wasn’t a cross dangling from her chain, but a small golden key.
The woman realized what was happening. She shook her arm free and swam backwards, but too late. All Manfred had had to do was reach up and grab the key. When she swam away, he pulled. the chain broke. Manfred had the key. The woman’s smile vanished and was replaced by a look of sadness. For a moment, Manfred’s resolution wavered. Had she really been willing to stay with him? It didn’t matter. He used the key to unlock the iron chain and swam up towards the light, towards the final part of the trial, towards his wish.
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»Cool. What is this place?« Manfred studied the domed ceiling as he approached the far end of the hall. »Looks like a church.« He didn’t expect an answer – especially not from the everpresent Bill – and let out a small gasp when an answer did come.
»Not a church. A temple.«
Manfred looked to where the voice had come from and saw a figure about half as high as he was, dressed in a grey robe with a cape. Manfred didn’t see the speaker’s face. The voice had been low, a little coarse, but still indefinably feminine.
»What kind of temple?« Manfred asked as he walked towards the robed woman. »And who are you?«
»I am Cypher«, she answered, but now Manfred wasn’t so sure about her gender anymore. The voice had changed… somehow. »And this is a temple of time. This is where you will receive a great gift, Manfred. You will know your future, and you will be able to choose.«
»My future?« Manfred turned to Bill, but didn’t even bother to say anything.
»You have withstood the allure of luxury and the wiles of lust. Now you will have to make your decision.« Cypher pointed at a small pyramid to the side of the hall. »Choose your wish.«
Manfred held up his hands. »Wait a minute. What do you mean? I thought I already chose my wish. I mean, I had to say it into the camera at least five or six times until Trip was happy. I can’t change it now.« He looked at Bill. »Can I?«
»Look,« Cypher said, pointing at the pyramid again. Manfred shrugged and walked over there, Cypher and Bill following behind.
The pyramid was maybe eight feet tall and adorned with human skulls, twenty-four of them. Each of the skulls had a bone in its jaw, the bone being inscribed with a name. Manfred’s name. Each and every one of these skulls was chewing on Manfred’s bones.
»I still don’t get it.«
»These are your fates«, Cypher said. »This is what may become of your life. Now, you have a specific dream. But in a few years, you would have another. And then another. None of them any better than the dreams before, nor worse than the dreams that come after. Just different. Touch the skulls, and watch. Then choose.«
Manfred looked at the pyramid, and then at Cypher. He slowly reached out and touched a skull.
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»…and I want to thank my mother, who always believed in me, even when I didn’t. Mommy, this is for you!«
Hammering applause as Manfred raises the golden statue over his head. He basks in it for a moment. A hand touches his arm.
»Come on, Manny,« Cate Blanchett tells him. »We can celebrate backstage. The show must go on.« And she leads him off the stage.
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»Wow.« Manfred pulls his hand away. »Was that– is that really possible?«
»It is your choice,« Cypher says. »Touch another one.«
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»God, M,« Jenna says as she twirls his chest hair with her hand, »you really are the best lover in the world.«
»She’s right, you know?« Sasha purrs from the other side. She reaches over him to caress Jenna’s arm. »When you did that thing with–«
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»Touch another one.«
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»So, Larry – Larry is alright, isn’t it? – how does it feel to be a guest on your own show?«
»Well, Manny,« Larry King says as he folds his hands together, »if you’d told me I’d happily hand over my show to a newcomer, I wouldn’t have believed it, but if anyone can do it, you can.«
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»There you are, honey. Did you get stuck in traffic again?«
Manfred doesn’t even take his coat of before embracing his wife. They’ve been married for twelve years now, but he still can’t wait to touch her.
»Let’s not talk about it, okay?« he says, grimacing. »How’s Gracie?«
»You won’t believe what she did today…«
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Manfred was tired, and confused, and terrified. He’d watched twenty-four snippets of his life, or what could be his life. All he had to do was choose the future he liked best. But which one was the best? He stared at the pyramid. The skulls grinned back at him.
»You have looked,« Cypher said. »Now you decide.«
»But… but how?«
»Just name it.«
»No. I mean, how can I choose one future over the other? How do I know what to choose? How do I know I made the right choice? There’s so much…«
»Decide,« Cypher repeated. »Or walk out.«
Manfred put his head into his hands. It wasn’t possible. How could he possibly make that choice? If at least there’d been a future where he did something great like cure AIDS, but every one had revolved around him only. He asked Cypher, »Is there another one?«
Cypher did not answer. Finally, after what seemed like a minute had passed, she said, »There is always another. But not for you. Not to touch, nor to look. You must decide now.«
Manfred shook his head. »But I–« Then something clicked in his mind. Cypher was right: There was always another possible future, always another choice that might set him off on a different path, always the uncertainty of having chosen correctly. But as she had also said, no choice was inherently better or worse, just different.
Manfred turned towards the camera. »I have decided when I entered this show. I have made my choice, and I will follow it through.«
At first, Cypher did not react. Then her robe fell to the floor, revealing Morgaine le Fay.
»Manny White!« she exclaimed. »Congratulations! You have passed the test of time and proven that you would follow your wish despite life’s bountiful offerings. You have passed the trials! Aren’t you happy? Say something!«
»Well,« Manfred began.
»Cut!«
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Three weeks later, on monday, May 24th, 1982, Manny White got his wish. He – and his favorite pair of shoes – made the
cover of Vogue Magazine.