By The Poet 11 Comments
Chapter One: The Adventure Begins
One peculiar thing about time travel you usually don’t hear about is the bitter sweet taste left in one’s mouth after traveling through time by way of magic or incantation. Three beings had such a taste in their mouths as they appeared upon the ruble that had once been a city hundreds of years ago. The being wearing a dark blue trench coat and fedora was the first to react.
“We have arrived,” the Phantom Stranger announced to his two companions.
An emerald archer looked about his new surroundings in surprise. Upon spying the being outside of time and space, the emerald archer drew an equally emerald arrow and aimed it at the Phantom Stranger.
“Stranger?” exclaimed the archer with much confusion, “Where have you taken me? I did not agree to any of your trips.”
“Relax,” a man in a tan trench coat said. He calmly lit a cigarette and exhaled the nicotine fumes, “If Stranger was vulnerable to ordinary arrows don’t you think he’d be dead by now?”
The emerald archer lowered his bow and arrow.
“But,” the man pointed his cigarette at the Phantom Stranger, “Robin Hood here—”
“Green Arrow!” corrected the archer, indignity.
“As I said, ‘Green Arrow’ has a point. Why are we here, Stranger?” Hellblazer asked, inhaling on his cigarette, “Don’t tell me this is another bloody ‘Trench Coat Brigade’ reunion. You know I don’t like the déjà vu caused by those meetings.”
“Doctor Occult and E will not be joining us,” Stranger stated, “I am in need of both of your services in this time.”
The Phantom Stranger gestured to the landscape around them, “John Constantine and Oliver Queen—alias Green Arrow—Welcome to the year 4052 or the 41st Century!”
“Ah, Hell!” swore John Constantine, “You have got to be kidding me!”
“I do not kid about the fate of the world,” Stranger acknowledged.
“The fate of the world?” Green Arrow repeated, frowning.
“What do you want us to do?” grumbled Constantine, chuckling, “I mean, it’s not like I had plans or anything for this Saturday night. Or that we have a choice in the matter.”
“I need your help finding a certain object,” Stranger said, “An object that has been lost and forgotten about for two millennia.”
To be be continued in "Chapter Two: Fate of this World"