Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Word: Quinquennium

quinquennium

[kwin-kwen-ee-uh m, kwing-]

noun, plural quinquenniums, quinquennia
[kwin-kwen-ee-uh, kwing-] (Show IPA)
1. a period of five years.
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               The old man lead Bill through the cave into a tunnel in the back.  The front of the cave, where the two first met, is small and sparsely decorated.  A few mats made of goat skin, a fire pit, and some dried herbs.  But the tunnel leads to a much different place.  It’s far larger and with much more going on.  The walls glisten with crystals or various colors.  Intricate patterns are carved on the floor, circles and squares within squares and other, unidentifiable shapes.  In the middle of all of it is a pit filled with purple liquid.  The liquid gives off a faint light, like someone stuck a bright light bulb at the bottom of it.

                “Are you sure you want to do this?” The old man asked.  “It won’t be easy, and there are no short cuts.”


                “Yeah, I’m sure.” Bill said.  “I mean, I did come all this way.  It’d be a waste to just give up now.”


                “I see.”  The old man took a deep breath.  A few strands of his thick, white beard shift as he exhales.  “Very well.  Remove everything you have on you.  Clothes, accessories, everything.  Once you’re finished, get in the water.”


                “Everything?  You sure I can’t leave my—“


                “Everything.” The man said again, more forcefully.  “If you leave any objects on it will cause problems.”


                “Okay.  What about my fillings?  I can’t take those out you know.”


                The man thinks about this for awhile.  “I see your point. Those will be difficult.  The process wasn’t made with such things in mind.  On the one hand, they are in you, at least in part.  But on the other…Perhaps it would be best not to risk that.  They’ll have to come out too.”


                Bill stiffened.  That had not been the answer he had been expecting.  He didn’t have many fillings, but still.  They had been a major pain getting the things in, even with Novocain and a good dentist.  Getting them removed by an old man without proper tools would not be pleasant.  Not to mention the fact that he’d have some sizable holes in his teeth left over that would make eating an even worse pain.


                “Are…are you sure that’s necessary?”


                “No.  But best not to take any chances when dealing with great cosmic forces.  Open your mouth.  Don’t worry, this won’t hurt as much as you think it will.  And if you’re worried about tooth pain, don’t.  Hold some of the water for awhile and it’ll be fine.  Now, open wide.”


                Bill clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.  He felt a small tug on the teeth with fillings in them.  Then there was an odd feeling in the places as his breath passed over the teeth. 


                “There we go, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” The old man asked.


                Bill opened his eyes.  The man was holding three tiny pieces of shaped metal in his hand.  It took Bill a moment to figure out what he was seeing.


                “That was it?  Those are my fillings?”


                “I told you it wouldn’t hurt.” The old man said.  “Now then, clothes and jewelry off and into the water with you.”


                Bill hesitated a moment, but complied.  The air in the cave was warmer than he thought it would be, so even devoid of clothing, he wasn’t cold.  He looked again at the purple water, noting the depth.  From where he stood, it looked to be about two feet deep.  He would have to lay down to cover his entire body.


                It was deeper than it looked.  The moment he stepped into the water, he sank in down to his neck, leaving just his head exposed.  The water was warm, and it make his skin tingle.


                “Okay, I’m in.” Bill said.  “Now what?”


                “Now you stay in there until the water finishes.  Now, you’ll want to drink some of it, and make sure you hold some in your mouth to deal with those cavities.”


                “Got it.  How long do I have to stay in here for?”  Bill assumed it would be a few hours.  Maybe a day.  No more than a week for sure.


                “Five years.” The old man said.  Bill’s mind came to a screeching halt.


                “I’m sorry, I must’ve misheard you.  It sounded like you said I’d have to stay in here for five years.”


                “I did.  And I meant it.  You can’t leave the pool for five years once you’re in.  If you leave now, there will be problems.  Oh, but staying in longer is fine.  In fact, the longer you’re in, the better.  Not only that, but after five years is up, you can leave and go back in at a later time.  Of course, you’ll have to spend another five years then as well.  Every time you exit and go back in, you’ll have to spend five years in it.”


                “And if I don’t?”


                “Bad things.  Trust me, you don’t want to spend less than five years in there. It is, as you said, a waste of time.”


                “How bad is it?”


                “I heard of one man who spend four years and three months in the pool.  He died a month later.  Someone who spend two years in there only lasted a week.  The water doesn’t kill you directly, but the powers running through it find ways of punishing those who aren’t able to last the full time.”


                “Oh.  Great.” Bill said.  He immediately regretted his decision.  “What am I going to do standing here for five years?”


                “Read and listen.  I’ll be handling your education for the first three years.  After that, you should be able to hear the powers talking to you.  They will teach you far more than I can.”


                Bill was silent as he thought about that.  He knew he was here to learn the great powers of the universe, so none of what the old man was saying was particularly out of place. 


                “How long have you stayed in here?” Bill asked.


                “I was in for ten years the first time.  I’ve been in the pool four times in total.  The longest was twelve years.”


                “And in total?”


                “Fifty-five years in total.””


                That couldn’t have been possible.  While the man did look old enough to have spent fifty years doing something, that would mean he spend most of his life in the purple water.  How could anyone tolerate that?


                “If you’re wondering, I’m 246 years old, so fifty-five isn’t all that much.”


                “But…but…”


                “The water in that pool has many powers.  Extending one’s life is practically mundane next to what else you’ll be capable of.  Now then, take some time, to get used to the water.  You’ll be in there for quite awhile, after all.  And don’t worry, the first five years will be over before you know it.”   
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Why yes, I did see Dr. Strange recently.  Why do you ask?  It was a fun movie, but it has nothing to do with this story.  Why, the differences are huge.  Just because they both feature someone starting a journey towards learning to use great cosmic powers doesn't mean anything.  This one has magic water.  Totally different.

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