Vytron's long-awaited arrival into the present was the most momentous thing to happen since BlitzGirl herself tumbled out of the time vortex. That it happened right in the midst of the Great Trees was an omen that did not go unnoticed by anybody; clerics, scribes, or ordinary timewaiters alike. You could not go a single q-length and not bump into somebody who offered their latest theory, or asked for your own thoughts on the matter. Actual thoughts, of course, were in short supply, but that did not hinder the discussion in the slightest. The non-stop discussion however did slow down the preparations for the canonization ceremony, but that was alright. Everybody was accustomed to waiting for it.
Finally, on the third day, all was ready. It was a glorious afternoon; the sun's rays filtering through the Great Trees, majestic against the sky's brilliant blue backdrop. A makeshift stage had been erected right near the tree where Vytron had appeared, and the Pope ascended the steps and strode across the stage to the podium. Looking over to the herald stationed at the next tree over, the Pope gave the signal, and the herald began to climb the tree, so as to blow the ram's horn from the very top branches and announce to the world the canonization of another BlitzGirl the Next.
He did not get very far.These trees are big. Really big. Big enough to make the sea jealous, and that is never a good thing, but the trees seem to have done well enough, so they must know what they are doing. In any case, climbing them in ceremonial heraldic garb turned out to be rather challenging.
When the herald saw the Pope's signal, he started to sprint towards the tree, his green robes flowing in the wake, and as he reached the trunk, he leapt up high and grabbed the trunk with his arms. Since the trunk was about three times wider than his arms could reach, this attempt ended, shall we say, in an undignified manner. Uninjured, but slightly smarter, he got up off the ground and took off his sandals Next, he stuck his fingers and toes into little indentations in the trunk to gain some purchase. By holding tightly, he managed to support himself on the trunk, and slowly began to climb the tree. First the left foot found another little crevice, and he squeezed his toes into it while hanging onto the tree with his other foot and hands. Lifting himself up a bit, he felt around with his other foot until he could find a nook that would accommodate his big toe. This was made more difficult by the hem of his robe, which insisted in placing itself between his toes and the tree, but he finally made direct contact and planted his other foot firmly in the trunk. Now he would have to move his hands, and one at a time, he found new finger-holes and pulled himself up the trunk a bit more.
He looked over at the Pope. There was no reaction; the Pope was also used to waiting for it. So, onward he went. Another foot, another hand, another nook that the garments wanted more badly than his toes, and another little bit of height gained. He looked down. He was now as high as, well, let's just say a small child could have tickled his feet. He looked up. This was going to be a long climb!
At that point the bark he was holding with his left hand broke off, and he tumbled to the ground, with about the same amount of dignity as when he smashed into the tree the first time. Team work was called for, so he gathered ten of the nearby timewaiters, and bid them join hands to make a ring around the tree, just barely wider than the tree itself was. He climbed on the shoulders of the nearest timewaiter, and then... he didn't quite know what to do after that.
"I see Paris, I see France..." chimed one of the crowd, who was looking right up at him as his robes swayed in the breeze.
The timewaiter upon whose shoulders he was standing had a suggestion for him. "Why don't you just go to the top of the hill. It's plenty high, and you have less of a chance of plummeting 20 q to your humerus demise. The herald did not think his demise was all that funny, but decided that the timewaiter had a good point.
"Come, and listen! I shall Herald from the Highest Hill!" he shouted, as he leapt down from the weary shoulders that had borne him and began a procession up the hill. "Come and listen! He shall Herald from the Highest Hill!" they all chanted, and in a few moments they had reached the crest, whereupon he blew the ram's horn, which echoed across the land.
With that signal, the Pope, in the Valley of the Great Trees below, began his proclamation:
"We are here, indeed, we have all been drawn here, to commemorate, canonize, and celebrate the arrival of Vytron, our newest and most awaited BlitzGirl the Next since BlitzGirl herself. Back when there wasn't even the eighth binary power of Time, Vytron forsook the comforts of that Present and undertook a Holy Quest, starting at the Beginning of Time, and travelling through all the newpages of Time, so that he could Wait for It in the Proper Manner. This is a quest to which few are called, but upon whom Glories Unimaginable are bestowed. During this Glorious Pilgrimage, three times as much Time as there was Time at the time he vanished from Time to go to the Beginning of Time, passed. Many were the trials and tribulations that he did experience, and he is here with us now, himself Enriched Beyond Measure, and having enriched us all through his Glorious Deed."
"Vytron, arise and kneel".
Vytron steps forward from the crowd, clothed in an animated avatar that obscures the fact that he has a slight limp. The First Cleric does not miss this however. He rushes over to the Pope and whispers "His foot! His foot!", but the Pope pays him no heed. The second scribe goes up to the First Cleric and puts her arm around him. "It's ok, he just has a limp". The First Cleric looks at her as she smiles back at him - she could charm the skin off a snake! She says "Just a limp. He'll put some catsup on it tonight and it will be fine." and the First Cleric walks back with her to the side of the stage as Vytron reaches the center and kneels before the Pope.
The Pope raises his hand above Vytron and proclaims, in a voice that could cross the sea, "Vytron, in honor of your having completed a most Awesome BlitzQuest, and having kept your dedication true throughout all of the tests of faith that you faced, by the power vested in me as the Pope of the Order of the Holy Contradiction, and in witness of your Most Auspicious Arrival in the Valley of the Great Trees, do I hereby consecrate you and bestow upon thee the title BlitzGirl the Next, that it be known for all Time, and for all of time, that you have truly and properly Waited for It. And furthermore do I consecrate the Gospel of Vytron, a True and Holy Record of your Quest both in text form and in Glorious Graphics, to be counted among the Holy Books alongside the Gospel of BlitzGirl, and alongside all of the other Gospels before and to come, that it provide inspiration to all who follow, and indeed to all Timewaiters, for all Time, and for all of time."
With that, the ram's horn sounds again, and the crowd bursts into cheering as all the Timewaiters wave banners in curvy fashions, so as to avoid the risk of rectilinear assumptions, whence raptors may appear. Vytron rises, and carefully descends the stairs to the waiting crowd. The Pope stands on the dais a moment, taking in the valley full of timewaiters, and the second scribe joins him momentarily. "There is not much time left", said the Pope to the second scribe.
"More are coming", replied the second scribe, "but not here."
"Tonight we shall be off", said the Pope. "Just as soon as we have finished celebrating."