TKC 124
How much time passes before I awake, I cannot say. Groaning,
for I fell awkwardly, landing on a bent arm, I sit up.
Red glows overwhelm everything.
The ‘command centre’ is lit in shades of scarlet, causing
the blinking buttons to appear mauve and amber. I feel as if I have awakened
into a different world, possibly even a different time.
After finding my feet, I move to the nearest window. I am
still here. At the very least, the rock in the sky did not hit Arc. It may have
elsewhere, in which scenario the heavens will soon fill with debris and blot
the sun.
I stare out, searching for a sign.
The bizarre red light in encompassing, but it has nothing to
do with debris in the atmosphere. After studying the phenomenon for a while, I
realise it is a shield, but whether it envelopes only Arc or the whole of
Massin? I have no answer.
Perhaps Damin and Horin will know. The time for
reconciliation is soon. If Hanna followed my directive, she will bring Horin to
me. I smile. Damin will, of course, insist on coming.
I close my eyes to see what is beyond ordinary sight, but it
is dark to me now. I have lost my powers? Shrugging, I turn for the exit. I do
not bemoan the loss; I will be relieved to know it gone.
My feet are fleet descending the spiralling stairs. The light
cathedral below is no longer magical to me; I seek air, some normality, and
desire to be free of this place quickly. The tunnels await me, though, and I am
afraid I may lose myself in them. Without my talents I cannot see or hear the
others beyond; I will have no guides.
“Can you hear me?” I ask as I enter the antechamber.
This way, my lady,
the darkness whispers, and a small glow appears.
Never have I been this relieved. The talent is theirs, and I
am thankful for it. “Do you know a place where the ancients cannot see us?”
Amusement floats upon the air. Indeed. Come.
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