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badly_knittedTitle: Restoring Balance
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
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badly_knittedCharacters: Rayat, Natica, York, Ty, the Travellers.
Rating: PG
Setting: The Innocent Prey.
Summary: The peace of Rayat’s zone has been disrupted by unexpected violence, but balance will be restored.
Word Count: 553
Written For: Challenge 507: Amnesty 84 at
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fan_flashworks, using Challenge 72: Lost And Found.Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
Six people had arrived in Rayat’s home, appearing almost magically out of the jungle that surrounded the realm of peace and harmony he and his people inhabited. They were five men, two of whom were physicians, and a teenage boy, travellers in search of the way back to their own times.
Two of the men were from the spacecraft that had crashed on the island the night before, and one of that pair was injured, in need of a place to rest and recuperate. Rayat had no problem with that; why would he? All were welcome in his realm, there was plenty of room for all, no matter how curiously they dressed or behaved. And some were indeed most curious in their manner.
Such questions they asked, and such things the one dressed in black spoke of, concepts that were completely alien to Rayat and his people: violence and theft and lies… But there seemed no harm in him, indeed it seemed he spoke more out of concern for the safety of Rayat’s people, until the tall one gently chastised him for it.
Natica, Rayat’s daughter, seemed charmed by the injured man. It was good for her to meet someone she hadn’t grown up with, and the strangers, however strange some of them might seem to Rayat, were well-mannered, and gracious in their acceptance of their hosts’ hospitality.
But the following morning brought tragedy, in the form of the death of Rayat’s son, Roland, and some of the visitors insisted that the one called York was dangerous, that he had taken Roland’s life in a deliberate act of violence. That was more than Rayat could believe; no man would do such a terrible thing, not in his experience. Perhaps he should not have become angry with those who tried to convince him, but how else should he have reacted? Should he have listened in silence to such horrifying accusations?
Well, perhaps so, but even if he had, he could not see how anything would have been changed. By the time the travellers had learned the true nature of the one called York, and brought that knowledge to Rayat’s attention, Roland had already been dead, and the events that followed had played out in the only manner possible.
Now, the one who had been York was a babe in Natica’s arms, an infant who would be raised as Rayat’s son, in Roland’s place. He would need a name, but there would be plenty of time to decide on that later. For now, it was enough that he had been restored to a state of perfect innocence so that he might grow to adulthood in harmony with his environment.
Six people had arrived in Rayat’s realm, but only four would be leaving to continue their journey. The one name Ty would stay, and perhaps in time he and Natica would raise a family of their own. Grandchildren would be a blessing, and they would give his youngest son someone to play with as he grew.
Rayat had lost one son only to gain another. The orb had restored the balance and harmony of this place, and he had no doubt it would continue to maintain it. Someday, many years from now, he would pass it down to his son; that was as it should be.
The End
Two of the men were from the spacecraft that had crashed on the island the night before, and one of that pair was injured, in need of a place to rest and recuperate. Rayat had no problem with that; why would he? All were welcome in his realm, there was plenty of room for all, no matter how curiously they dressed or behaved. And some were indeed most curious in their manner.
Such questions they asked, and such things the one dressed in black spoke of, concepts that were completely alien to Rayat and his people: violence and theft and lies… But there seemed no harm in him, indeed it seemed he spoke more out of concern for the safety of Rayat’s people, until the tall one gently chastised him for it.
Natica, Rayat’s daughter, seemed charmed by the injured man. It was good for her to meet someone she hadn’t grown up with, and the strangers, however strange some of them might seem to Rayat, were well-mannered, and gracious in their acceptance of their hosts’ hospitality.
But the following morning brought tragedy, in the form of the death of Rayat’s son, Roland, and some of the visitors insisted that the one called York was dangerous, that he had taken Roland’s life in a deliberate act of violence. That was more than Rayat could believe; no man would do such a terrible thing, not in his experience. Perhaps he should not have become angry with those who tried to convince him, but how else should he have reacted? Should he have listened in silence to such horrifying accusations?
Well, perhaps so, but even if he had, he could not see how anything would have been changed. By the time the travellers had learned the true nature of the one called York, and brought that knowledge to Rayat’s attention, Roland had already been dead, and the events that followed had played out in the only manner possible.
Now, the one who had been York was a babe in Natica’s arms, an infant who would be raised as Rayat’s son, in Roland’s place. He would need a name, but there would be plenty of time to decide on that later. For now, it was enough that he had been restored to a state of perfect innocence so that he might grow to adulthood in harmony with his environment.
Six people had arrived in Rayat’s realm, but only four would be leaving to continue their journey. The one name Ty would stay, and perhaps in time he and Natica would raise a family of their own. Grandchildren would be a blessing, and they would give his youngest son someone to play with as he grew.
Rayat had lost one son only to gain another. The orb had restored the balance and harmony of this place, and he had no doubt it would continue to maintain it. Someday, many years from now, he would pass it down to his son; that was as it should be.
The End
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Date: 2026-05-07 11:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-05-08 09:52 am (UTC)Thank you!