Worth the wait

Alan knew, indeed knows, nothing about astro-physical temporal displacement ceremonies. He wasn’t even sure if he believed in alien life not of this planet. Yet at the age of twenty three, and unfortunately unbeknown to himself, he successfully opened a rip in spatial time This feat, unheard of since just before the disappearance of the |Mayans thousands of years before him, was instantaneously bested by his then successful journey through the undetectable gash.

Had anyone been there to bear witness, they would have simply seen Alan kicking back. Laying on the muddy floor of the roundhouse, close to the failing fire, enjoying his first taste of marijuana The resulting electrical field built up by the mergence of all of Alan’s neural networks in his, until that day, undamaged mind, in turn joined with the four branches of two connecting ley lines. The very village that had existed there hundreds of years before had secretly been trying to perform this very connection. For many thousands of years people across the globe tried in vain to produce this very rip. Except of course, for the Mayans. 

Now, thanks to an ex-government funded Bronze Age reclamation site, an ex poverty stricken student, celebrating his graduation with a return to nature and a spliff, before the move into corporate life, a small rip had opened up beneath him as he stood with one leg each side of the fire to light his reefer. He then travelled through the rip and out the other side as he lay down to smoke.

(Praise at this point must be given to the archaeologists who reclaimed the site. Not even the original owners had found the two ley lines, though admittedly the placing of the fire at the point of convergence was luck.)
Alan reached over beside himself and picked up some small pieces of kindling, chucking them into the fire. Instantly he was rewarded by a blast of heat as the flames grew. As he warmed a little he realised how good he felt.
OK, so maybe he had marginalized himself at school, and university, but it was for this moment that he done it. Degree? confirmed. Top corporate job? About to start. Stomach? Full. Marijuana? Worth the wait!

As he closed his eyes, lost in warm fuzzy thoughts, his eyes shut so tight he could see The Beatles in their Yellow Submarine, he didn’t see or hear the broadsword as it came slicing through the air cleanly separating Alan’s head and shoulders. Eiwhaz raised the sword again, just as |Alan’s eyes opened in a look that would forever more define shock. Eiwhaz smashed the brute force of the sword down again. This time smashing Alan’s face into bloody pieces, fat sacks still attached.

Eiwhaz didn’t know what type of magic had summoned the demon, but as the villages summoner, he knew it hadn’t come via his invite!

Satisfied of its death he left the roundhouse in search of the village elders. For many moons now, to many to count, the elders had been ridiculing him. Saying that he no longer possessed the knowledge that Odin had bestowed upon him in the early time. Well, he thought his stride widening with confidence, let’s see what they say to this.
He just hoped that Odin himself would see the wisdom in the elders’ awed silence.

The end.