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The King of Nowhere c10 FIN Chapter 10
Why is that bunny trying to eat my foot, Doe woke up into a groggy state of being in bed. She kept her eyes closed, and just let her senses do whatever senses did again. She felt drobbly.
The room was shaking, and it dipped downwards. There was no night-chill. The bed was wonderful. She could smell food. She was still so tired.
She mumbled something.
"Drive more carefully," a voice whispered -- Thorn -- "she's waking up."
"This is in no way a proper road," a female voice, Fala the stable-master, whispered back.
Doe listened to them. The bed felt so good.
She moved, and twinged. It hurt all over her body, and worst of all in the arrow-wound at her side. The sealing had weakened a bit. She strengthened it.
The gentle rocking of the wagon -- she opened her eyes slightly, and the light of the day made her close one of them again -- the house-wagon, and
The King of Nowhere Ch 8-9 Chapter 8
They went back inside, and took the water with them. Aeon showed Doe deeper into the cavern home. It continued deep, and became more chaotic as they went. Stalagmite and stalactice statues (if you could call them stalagmites and stalactites, that is, for they had been just carved out of the cavern rock itself) of Aeon's Friends popped into sight from behind randomly placed pillars, and snaking corridors. There was still light from holes in the ceiling, but they were getting higher.
"You are a Sealer," Aeon spoke. "You are heaven-sent to me. A Sealer is exactly what I need."
"I hear that a lot."
"I need you to seal the chreon."
"I thought you might," she said. "I would not want to bring that thing back with me on Earth at any cost." She took out the monkey skull. "What about this?"
Aeon looked at it. "No. Too weak, even though something from a living thing... And it's a skull, yes, I could see it wo
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She felt like she was flying. That the world was stretching beneath her and sky was shrinking before her, that the stars were welcoming her into their embrace. If she had been able to see, she would have said it was beautiful - if she could have heard, she would have wept with joy.
This is what it must feel like when, Doe thought to herself. I must tell everyone when I get back home what it feels to.
The star was red. And it was there, before her, coming closer. She could feel no warmth from it, but no coldness either, for it undulated some other feeling she was not sure she was familiar with at all. Slightly alien, yet.
There was someone there with her, she had known. Someone flying beside her, around her, through her. She felt sad when she couldn't see it. She wanted to see it. She wanted to be frightened out of her mind, she wanted to fall back to Earth in utter horror, and plunge into the very core of it
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The dreamer felt a stirring, a wind on the windless plain, one that he had felt a hundred times before.
A fire was burning somewhere, melting away a link of chain.
He could feel it, that sweet odour of waking.
The sun was high in the dark sky -- soon it would be midday.
The dreamer stretched his heart, and prepared to rise.
* * *
They were sitting down on the cushions of the Receiving Room of the Shrine. Doctor Armar had been left to busy himself happy in the archives ("Ah, but it seems I have forgotten where exactly the original passage is..." she had said), and Doe, the Abessa and Thorn were sipping sweet wine as the sun was touching the top of the mountains.
"The cultists will most likely strike tonight," the Abessa said.
"To get it over with as soon as possible, before reinforcements arrive?" Thorn mused.
"Not only that," she replied, "but because tonight is the full moo
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The morning fog twisted its roots around the sparse trees that shielded the clearing, and the white sky hid the Sun. Doe crashed her way over the sticks and vines of the undergrowth, accompanied by one of Fala's boys, and paused to observe the opening on the forested slopes beneath Pepper Peak.
There was a large black stone pillar at the centre. Doe eyeballed it with malice. For something so suspiciously huge, it had been too damn difficult to find. She'd given up a few days earlier.
"Here it is, Miss Doe," said the stable-boy.
"Thank you, lad, you've been a real help," Doe fished her pockets, and flipped a shiny damascened coin to the boy.
The boy caught the bronze-and-brass striped Corobine penny. "Thanks, Miss Doe!"
"And don't call me Miss, I didn't study so I'd be Missed all the time. Now bugger off while I do some magicking."
He bounded off towards the village, laughing.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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