At last I have answers.... I know what my choices are.. I
know how to make them..The Mystery should soon be
My heart sink as this realization hits home.. It will
soon be over soon..and then? I will go....home? Never to
see this marvelous island again? Where AM I now? Where is
home from here? I have so many questions!!!!
With trembling fingers, I enter the code on the grid
before me, wondering as my fingers sink into its fluid
metallic surface how this marvelous mechanism I am
accessing works.. Such amazing technology surrounds me
here! Equally surprising are the lack of certain obvious
facilities. Of course, civilizations grow differently,
unevenly... Perhaps they never felt the need for such
things? hhmmm... That seems unlikely..... I think I just
never found all the doorways!
My mind runs over all the possible places to search as I
steady myself on the bricks at my side. With a growling
scrape, the room swings around to face the final red and
blue pages....and the book..to "dunny"?
Probably short for Everdunes..based on what is left of
his library.. but this book seems so ...old. Could he
possibly have written it? Has he told me the truth?
If he is insane too... or untrustworthy.. I am in
trouble. He seems so very kind, so wise in his
journals....BUT people can change. And those were HIS
sons. I have assumed they were NOT like their father in
certain essentials. What if I am wrong? He would trap
"overgreedy" explorers, he said? I suddenly
long for definitions of his terms....
Yet, I do not truly seriously consider the other pages. I
have seen (and read) enough about his sons to realize
that I would be safer ~alone forever ~ in these ages than
if I was fool enough to release them. Imprisoned away
from my dear ones... forever...
The question before me now is...should I release Atrus?
As it stands right now, he cannnot harm me either. I am
free.... to be alone... to be useless.. true..but
free...alive..able to search for other answers...
I keep thinking of hisCatherine? I thought
him dead, but he seems to be well (presuming it IS him)
But where is she? I have never even found a hint of what
became of her. The sons said nothing.
Atrus knows something.. it sounds like she lives.... I
hope... Her fate tugs at my heart. there is only one way
to know more, to discover if I may help. Oh...who am I
kidding? I cant stand to leave him there! My
conscience forbids any other course! If I did not seek
him out, I would feel like a squatter..or worse...
I open the book and watch the image swim in and focus on
him. He looks up... suddenly alert...hopeful....
"Have you found the missing page? Come..come"
His hand vaguely waves me in but then...he drops his head
immediately back to the page..resumes writing. I
I stand frozen for a moment before the panel, white page
in hand, nervously determined to do the irrevocable. If
he is unkind (or I have the wrong page) , it will be the
end of me! I just know it! At minimum I could be stuck
where he is now. Could I even live there? I know he's my
best hope....but still... He looks up as I stand there
shivering and says again kindly "Come on then!"
The warmth in his tone makes all the difference as my
shaking hand touches the panel....wwaaoommmppphhhh....
I am there..
Staring at collapsed rocks?!!!!!!! Theres the light that
was above him.....Oh My God, He's dead and Im stuck!!!!
Desperately, I glance over the ruins confirming in
moments that it is truly immovable and impassable but
also that there is.... dust??? suddenly the soft
scratching sound of a pen gains my attention (encouraging
music seems to play in my mind...:)
I look around slowly as my racing heart steadies. I
admire the pleasant face muraled at my feet. Gracious
doorways call to me but they repel my desire to go
through them, odd. Does he live behind one of them? Where
do they lead? I rub my hands on the ancient
rough-textured suns emblazoned on the round columns
surrounding me. Their solidity is reassurring somehow....
My host remains silent while I explore around
him...hardly seeming to notice me.... At last my own
curiousity turns my gaze toward him who called me.. I
wait before him as he writes.. He pauses..noticing my
stillness..my sudden timidity
His tone is stronger now, more authorative as he waves me
closer "Come here"
I shuffle forward stopping in front of the
tapestry-covered stone that serves as his desk... He
looks at me, then his work, then at me again and decides
to give me his attention. "Ah my friend. You've
returned! And the page? Did you bring the page?"
I hesitantly bring it into the light and his face
brightens. "Ah !! give it to me."
Another order? Already? Worry shines in my eyes as I
silently review my rather short list of alternatives...
He repeats gently, Give me the page
"Please give me the page"
My face brightens and I move toward him..but he is still
speaking as I hand it to him "the page, my friend...
He accepts it and sighs deeply as I release it, which
surprises me. Did I really have a choice at this point?
Well...perhaps he is pleased he didnt have to wrestle me
Youve done the right thing. he tells
me. I nod, relieved to hear it, but I wonder within
myself if he means choosing him or the page itself..He is
a subtle, quiet man, probably both.
I have a difficult choice to make" he says,
picking up the Myst book nearby.
Atrus repairs the book, tension in his frame until the
glowing page seals comletely into place. He looks
reflectively into his work for a moment, as though
reading something new there. I wait before him, wondering
what will follow.
He regards the tome solemly ... determination building in
his face. He looks up at me sadly, and speaks.
My sons have betrayed me. I know what I must
I shall return shortly.... he opens the book
and vanishes into its pages...
My heart lurches as he disappears into its pages..He is
gone? Just like that? I consider linking after him..but
something stops me..He said he would return.. besides, I
am NOT stuck... I shift from foot to foot uneasily as I
wait..wondering how long it will be... I consider
exploring the room for other exits. Where did he live
after all? Maybe in that alcove? But surely also in
another Age? There is no food here!
He forms back before my eyes and I sag with relief.
mmm..It is done
I want to ask him so many things but since he seems
willing to speak, however reluctantly, I simply listen.
He seems almost..unpracticed in his speaking. How long
has he been alone?
uuoohh....I have many questions for you my
friend...but...uh.. my writing cannot wait.. I ..fear
that my ...long delay may have already had a castrophic
impact ..on the world ....in which my.. wife Catherine
...is now being held hostage
I am concerned and puzzled all at once..there is the book
before him.. What delay? He looks like he has been
writing War and Peace three times over!! How
does he know she is there? Who would hold her hostage?
And he isnt going to tell me anything?????? Not even how
to help????? Why did he need to go to Myst then? His sons
were already locked away!!
And what about home????
I sputter as I try choose one question out of so many.and
nothing comes out...
Oh ...and reward... I am sorry but all I have to
offer you is the ...the library on the island of Myst...
the books that are contained there.. feel free
to...explore...at your leisure. I hope you find your
I stare at him...not so much afraid now as annoyed. What
I wanted most was some answers!! I consider replying
You mean the Ages I just rushed through getting to
you, sir? um....well...um.. thanks.. I appreciate it.
Ill need to stay somewhere until I find a way home.
But in the end I just bow respectfully but
somewhat stiffly. I am still considering which words to
set free when he speaks agehn.
You will no longer have my sons to deal with
The words shoot through me like a bolt of ice. He didnt
even spare his own sons when they crossed him.... I am
not prone to villainy. But ... I am also not his son.
I relax as I realize how hard it would be for me to do
much more damage than has been done I have no intentions
of EVER betraying him, so why should I fear him? Why
would I want to anyway? Then too, he calls me his
friend...which is very reassurring and what I would like
to be.... and... he has granted me back the freedom I had
before coming here. So I am officially a guest now, I
I sigh, and nod my acceptance of a situation that is
neither the best nor the worst. My host is able to
reclaim whatever he needs or values from his home Ages.
My conscience is satisfied and I am still safe, free, and
able to seek my own answers.
He isnt obliged to help me or allow me to help him.
Still..I held such high hopes (as well as dark fears) as
I anticipated this encounter. As I watch him silently
working, I start to sag sadly. Will any of my questions
ever be answered? I collect myself and approach the book
to go back to his library.
Oh...and one more favour I drop my hand and
listen attentively. I am fighting a foe much
greater than my sons could even imagine. I
startle..a bit... concerned.... Worse than...Achenar???
than Sirrus?? He glances at me as he continues on,
apparently satisfied with my reaction. At some
point in the future. I may find it necessary to request
I choke as I consider this. I want to help, but this
sounds frightening...still there really is no choice. My
future is now tied to his. I nod..swallowing hard.
Until that point, feel free to enjoy the
explorations from my library on Myst. Thank you
so....um... it isnt over? Just delayed....
I shakily open the linking book and...vanish... into a
golden myst.... thinking Id better get a nap...
maybe someplace green...
It crosses my mind that I never said a word.
NOTE:: This was originally written before realMyst was
released.. and some of these things changed in realMyst.
For example.the player now faces Atrus when he/she
appears....And the last come here is gone....
Also you are LOCKED into place when you speak to him, so
you would really have to work for it to miss the ending
Many people never saw the bit about the foe geater
than my sons could imagine.. in the original Myst
because if you left early or even turned around (after
his return in one of the somewhat lengthy pauses) he
would ignore you. You could miss ALL the speeches if you
didnt return to the desk before he linked back to it.
I did see them the first time, but I have this thing
about staring intently and refusing to budge when
ignored..... Drives people nuts! <g> I always
wonder who would have cracked first?
*chuckles as she thinks of it*
I hope you enjoyed it!