The step into history was like falling into a silver lined whirlpool. Ryan dropped ever so fast as winds of time rush up while he fell deeper and deeper. A bonk as his shoulder hit the whirling sides of this tunnel into time. Scared as he was the soft but firm voice of the Traveler offered comforting words.
Then, suddenly he hit the silver ringed side of the whirlpool and he slipped into another time.
SPLASH, THUD, BONK, THUD, "Oh Shit! Oh shit, I'm Sorry!" Ryan yelledas he hit first the water and then hit two times someone in the water.
As the water dripped from his eyes he found himself sitting in a large square marble bath tub. Foam and suds floated about and he rubbed his eyes to clear them for a sight.
Voices, "Yes my Queen, Oh their's a boy in your bath!" said a soft voice.
"GET HIM OUT OF THE BATH!" ordered an angry and still disturbed ladies voice.
Dripping of suds and soaked to the skin Ryan stood up and continued to rub his soap filled blurry eyes. "I'm sorry, where am I?" asked Ryan still confused.
"SEAT !" yelled the woman.
Ryan's sight began to clear as he saw a slender beautiful lady sitting on a small deck chair. She did not seem happy he dropped in and looked like she was about to bust him one!
"Where am I?" asked Ryan still spitting out suds.
"You've just fallen into the morning bath of our Queen Daughter of the Sun, Circe!" replied a soft voice.
"CIRCE, hey that's great!" spouted Ryan with a big smile.
"I for one don't think this was very funny!" argued Circe.
"My Name is Ryan Gainly! I entered a machine called The Traveler and asked to visit you, Circe!" spoke Ryan now very respectfully.
"Visit Circe, well you made quite the entry! I'm not pleased when men or boys come to my isle. You realize that short of just a rare few none of those males leave here as men! I am Circe, and here is where I rule and those like you learn how to serve and be served." said Circe.
"I came in friendship and for the one reason to talk with you about what I learned in school. The memory of Circe is one of a ruthless witch who for some reason hated men. Ulysses, Grille, and how many men came to this isle. Men and boys, some of truth and some of evil, and a few were worthy of your friendship. I am here to learn from you and I hope we can be friends?" asked Ryan with a bow of respect.
Circe gritted her teeth at Ryan's words, "You come like a rock into my bath, you say that respect is your way and means, before one becomes a friend he should know what it is to be my enemy!" Ryan starred at the Queen of this evil isle and wondered what she meant?