New Connections with the Future

Skittles sat atop of his brand new pure white horse. Behind his saddle sat Martia, who had grown larger in the past few weeks. It had been a rough time since En'dai had demanded much more of them than the usual. Martia swore that something big was going to go down.

Sprite on the other hand was too busy doing the accounting to notice. She did this only while she was seated on her new midnight colored horse. As she scribbled down something on a piece of parchment the two angecur fought over who really deserves to sit next to Sprite.

Suddenly the horses came to a sudden stop.

Every looked up, not really expecting to see En'dai. This was his... fifth visit today!

"Skittles I need to give you something so I don't have to track you down every time I need to speak with you." En'dai huffed at the fact that he was in the middle of nowhere.

"What?" Skittles snorted, "You don't like the crazy life?"

"I'd like it to be a little bit more insane, but V'dai doesn't."

Everyone shuddered. That explained a lot of things in the long run of things. Only Life would come up with such a painful plan. Everyone, including En'dai, sighed. 

"So what is it you want to give me?" said Skittles slightly sliding from his horse.

En'dai snapped back to reality. "Right then," he pulled something from an interior coat pocket, and fiddle with it a few minutes before throwing it to Skittles.

Skittles caught the thing, and gawked at it for a few moments. This couldn't be....

"It's a cell phone," said En'dai in a bright and happy voice.

Martia looked puzzled as she examined this new device. *What does it do Skittles?*

Her bondmate did not have time for a word edge wise. En'dai went though all of the instructions with them right there and then. He even gave them several numbers to call in case of emergencies.

When he was finished Sprite piped up, "We aren't paying for this are we?"

En'dai gave her a wicked grin, "Of course your not, it's on Life's bill... If she knows it or not." With that said he gave a wink and whisked himself away.

The wind blew for one very long moment before something began to ring.

Skittles flipped the top open of his cell and said, "Hello....?"

"Hey, just wanted to see if it worked! Good-bye!"

There was a click heard for the disconnection.

Skittles shook his head. What next? Life was going to provide them with a Golden Global Credit Card? That would be the day.

***

"So, How the heck are we going to pay for this meal, Sprite?" Skittles asked as he finished licking his fork.

"Leave it all to me, I have something I use for "emergencies" like this." Sprite flicked her hair out of her face and called the waiter for the bill.

*That was the best food I've ever had! It's too bad that Taeda decided to go flying... then again it would be cool if I could join her.*

"You, her, and Sprite would make a wonderful flying team leaving us men in the dust."

*Heck yeah.*

The waiter came over with the bill, and Sprite handed him a golden card....

 Wait! It couldn't be? It wasn't!

It was.

"Where did you get that?" Skittles asked in an abnormal high and parched voice.

Sprite gave him a evil little grin. "Why from the temple of course! I tucked it in my robes before I left. They won't notice its gone until the yearly statement comes and that came two weeks before I left."

*You're amazing...*

"Thank you, Martia."

*My pleasure.*

The waiter returned the credit card with no problems, so the party went on their merry little way.

Just for the sake of abusing wealth, they stayed at a seven and a half star hotel. What an amazing night they had. Life could never get better than this.

Right?

***

"I just want to take her for a flight! I won't drop her, Skittles!"

"Sprite. I. Said. NO."

*She's the most responsible member of the group. Plus, she would never lie to you about safety.*

Skittles glared straight ahead. The two of them were practically burning holes into the back of his head by now, but he just wouldn't allow this.

Fulmen finally said something. "Let her go."

That did not help Skittles at all. No no no no nooooo not at all!

"What's the harm Skittles?" asked Taeda.

"Fine, just go and leave me be."

Everyone cheered silently as they prepared to leave. They had left the town with brand new supplies, and nothing to do. The only thing anyone could come up with to kill time was flying or playing poker. Either way around someone would be left out.

And of course the men were the ones left out.

"All right! We're ready to fly!" Said Sprite in the cheeriest possible voice.

*Love you Skittles! Have fun with Fulmen!* Martia chirped as Sprite picked her up.

Skittles waved his hand. He had never had an interest in flying, but it was good that Martia was open minded. She had better be careful though....

It was better to focus on the task at hand. They had decided that they might as well set up camp, since they had covered quite a bit of ground today. That is it was enough to put them thirty miles away from somewhere.

"Right, Focus," Skittles told himself as the girls took off. 

Fulmen nudged him, "Relax. Nothing bad can happen. Let's just pitch up those tents."

Focus? Who needed it anyway. He could worry all he wanted. He had the right to.

Then his cell phone rang.

"Hello, This is Skittles speaking."

"Hello! May I speak with the woman of the house?"

Skittles raised an eyebrow. "She's out."

"Well, I was just wondering if you would pur--"

"I would very much like to kill you."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"You heard me." Skittles growled, "In fact I'm debating if I should send magic through the connect."

"I highly doubt you can do that."

"How much do you want to bet?"

There was a very long pause from the telemarketer on the other end. "Would you like--"

Skittles sent a magical firebolt through the phone line frying the the poor person on the other end. Oddly enough I had no effect on either on the phones.

"Let that be a lesson to you." Skittles flipped the phone shut.

The phone rang again. Colorful curses came from Skittles mouth as he flipped open the phone. Since ring tones never lie, he knew it was yet another annoying little telemarketer. Let there be fireworks.

"Sir or Madam I would like to give you information on our new alarm system! It--"

"Dear Sir or Madam I would like to wish you a very happy death."

"E-excuse me?"

This time Skittles sent a nasty little spell that blew up the poor persons cubical. Well... it actually blew up a whole level of a company building.... that just happened to be the basement floor.

At least they would not bother him again. These connections to the "New age" were starting to get on his nerves. Sure, Skittles loved credit cards and things like that but sometimes it was just too much. If things got too out of hand he would always just resort to old fashion magic. Bah on the connections of the future. Fireworks were going to go off if that "New aged" crap would get in his way.

Yes, fireworks indeed.