TKC 26
The screaming begins.
Even the youngest child understands there is no running from
this. We will all die in the next few minutes. The wall of water is massive and
it is filled with strength and intent. It will sweep us to eternity.
The screaming stops. Everyone simply stares in mute fascination.
No one runs. There is no running to do that will change this fate.
I feel then heat in my gut, as if someone has branded my
internal organs with a hot poker. My hands start to shake uncontrollably. I stare
down, wondering what is happening. The heat inside me causes more fear than the
wall of water does. Only for an instant does the irony of that flit into my
mind.
My hands are glowing. I see the bones, veins and muscles
inside, as if there is a light source within. I have no control over this. My skin
is afire. My gut feels as if it will explode outward, to throw my entrails at
the wall of water.
Water.
I lift my head. By the stars, here it comes.
Some force lifts my glowing hands into the air. That same
force issues an eruption of sound from my mouth. I scream at the tidal wave and
I gesture at it. The wave and I become one and I command it to go elsewhere.
For a moment all time seems to freeze … and then the wall of
water parts. One half veers towards the plateau; the other half swerves south. Swiftly
the churning heights lose integrity, and small waves lap away into the
distance.
A beam of light pierces the silence then. The sun is rising.
I stare at my hands, and then I look around me to find men,
women and children staring at me. As one, they kneel.
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