IT WAS INDEED A strange day. The mountains soon
flattened out into a saltpan, cool became heat, and then they skirted a red
lake and thereafter a sulphurous lava field that stank and caused them to gag.
They crossed an arid desert gasping for breath, struggled
through a humid forest dripping sweat and then walked long distances beside a
roiling, green ocean, eyes drawn to an unnatural horizon. A landscape of
spikes? No one dared ask.
Each setting was distinct; it was evident they were the
different worlds Torrullin warned of. There was no likely explanation to
conquer the strange enigma.
The pace was fast, although not overly so. Rose lagged at
one stage and Elianas reversed direction to go to her aid. He laid a hand on
her brow and after she had no difficulty with the pace. Elianas received
intrigued glances. Was he a healer also?
Mid-afternoon they descended a contoured hill. Low
stonewalls prevented erosion and vegetables flourished on the slopes. The place
was akin to Beacon Farm and the team wondered if it was that world, but no one
asked and thus was no one enlightened. Beyond the slope was a mighty plain
dotted with distant pyramids.
Torrullin called a halt at the foot of the hills. “If you
ever want to know more about time, revisit this place. That is the Valley of
Kings, Old Earth, but little of this mastery remains in present time. Pity.” He
glanced over his shoulder. “We rest for a half hour.”
They sat or lay down as the desire took them. “Are we to
cross that?” Teroux asked. “That’s a fair way.”
“We are turning in there.” Torrullin pointed right where a
stone road led through similarly contoured hills. It certainly seemed an easier
road.
“How do you know where to go?” Teroux questioned.
“A Walker feels it.”
A brief excerpt from THE NEMESIS BLADE, a small event in the grand scheme and yet it's large in my mind, so much so that whenever I find an image of the pyramids (see gallery below), I keep them. I'm guessing one needs to read the grand tale to understand why this mention is so important :)
His name is Elianas.
It is time to deploy Nemesis, the mighty blade forged of two, of both darak and lumin.
As activity becomes frenetic in the spaces, the dark man of Torrullin’s visions and dreams stirs and becomes aware of the newness in the ether. He now seeks release from his long incarceration. He knows how to find the missing seer; more than that, he is the catalyst to releasing long-suppressed memory.
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