The Hour Book2 Chapter 14

Glyph had always wondered what it would be like to fly; for years he had had a recurring dream about levitating and floating through the air in the lotus position. ‘This is no dream’, he decided, as Greem and nearly a thousand other Hexzu sailed through the sky.  They rode on the winds for over an hour before Glyph caught his first glimpse of The Chasm, and the massive army moving against them. It looked like a smaller, faster group rode out in front of the main force.

As they flew, the Chasm grew larger and larger. Even from this height it seemed larger than life. Glyph could tell it was a mile or two across, and deeper than the Grand Canyon. It wasn’t pretty though, as it resembled a giant scar traversing the landscape. To the east he could see a giant plume of smoky vapor rising from its depths, and two smaller columns could be seen to the west.

The Hexzu began to descend, slowly at first, and then falling into a steep dive. The gargoyles tucked their wings back and sped into a loose downward spiral. Glyph began having trouble catching his breath.

The ground came up on Glyph in a few short seconds, and at the last moment the gargoyles spread their wings and leveled out at about fifty feet. The Chasm was coming up fast.

Suddenly Grot flew up just off to his right. “I suggest you destroy the Caller on the other side first.” He shouted at Glyph.

“Agreed.” Glyph yelled back.

Grot glided off, just as they began to cross the enormous canyon. Glyph stared downward into an abysmal darkness; the suns were still too low in the sky to cast any light into the Chasm. After a minute or two, Glyph looked up to see the opposite side approaching quickly. The gargoyles dipped into the Chasm and pulled up toward the edge, which they all stepped onto and began walking.

Greem pulled up a bit higher and released Glyph’s legs, which swung down to the ground just as the gargoyle let go of his arms.

Glyph found himself amazed by the precision placement, but quickly shook it off and marched toward Grot. A cloud of dust could be seen growing closer across the horizon. “That scout party is going to be on us sooner than we think.” Glyph said, eyeing the horizon. “Grot, are those gargoyles?”

Grot nodded. Brown specs could be seen, outlined against the dust cloud.  Thousands of them were flying formation behind the scout party.

“Are they…whose side are they on?” Glyph asked.

Grot smiled his scowl at Glyph. “I guess we will find out.”

Glyph shook his head, “Is that the Caller?” he said, and pointed toward a massive stone tower near the edge of the cliff.

Grot nodded. “Are you sure you can destroy it?”

“I guess we’ll find out.” Glyph replied, imitating Grot.

“If you can handle this, we are going to thin the herd.” Grot sneered.

“Grot, look, about Oathtet, I am truly sorry for your loss. If there was anything I could have done–.”

Grot held up his hand. “There is no need, Great One. I have seen you fight for the Hexzu. Your deeds will become legend among my people. I know that if it were possible to save Oathtet, you would have done so. Let us not speak of it again.”

Glyph stared into his black eyes for a moment, somewhat taken aback by Grot’s belief in him. Reaching out, they briefly bumped forearms. “I can handle this.”

Grot smiled and gave a signal to his brood of winged warriors, and then they all lifted off into the air toward the approaching scout party.

Glyph ran through the dusty sand to the stone tower, and began to search for a door. After circling it twice he realized there was none. ‘Damn, how do I get in?’ He wondered.

As he circled back around thinking he was going to have to blast his way in, he noticed a triangle etched into the surface of the rock twelve feet high. After a minute Glyph shrugged his shoulders and concentrated. Slowly he began to levitate upwards toward the triangle. Holding himself in front of it, Glyph placed the palm of his hand to the symbol. “Open!”

There was a great rumble as a demon-sized door slid out of the tower and shifted to the left like a side door on a minivan. Lowering himself back down, Glyph gawked at the opening; he really hadn’t expected it to work.

As the dust settled, Glyph made a fist and opened his hand, creating a bright red orb of light. Holding it up, he stepped into the stone structure. It was rather plain inside, save for a large stone pedestal against the far wall. Glyph ran the distance, feeling somewhat pressured by his lack of time.

Stopping at the base of the pedestal, Glyph lifted his arm upward and a column of rock raised him up level with its top. He stood there a moment gazing at a basketball-sized piece of crystal in the middle of an oversized stone console.

‘I’ve never noticed it before, but I can feel a difference between levitating and raising myself on this column of rock. Raising the rock is definitely easier, and I barely have to concentrate; I don’t feel as tired either. It’s something worth asking Drayden about when I get back.’

He studied the crystal for a while. “They really need some fucking instruction manuals for this shit.” Glyph mumbled under his breath. Reaching out, he touched the crystal. It was a dull amber color, and worn smooth on the top. ‘This must be what activates the Bridge.’ Glyph decided.

‘Let’s try heating her up a bit’ he decided, and cupped his hands together near his abdomen. A bright fireball appeared in his grasp, and he tossed it at the crystal. Just before the flame impacted, a red energy shield flashed around the pedestal and the fireball burst apart.

“You got to be kidding me! What the fuck?” Glyph said. Lowering the column of rock under his feet to ground level, Glyph ran back several yards and turned to face the pedestal. Lightning began to burst forth from his fingers, as a massive arc blasted into the midpoint of the pedestal. Sparks shot in all directions as the bolt deflected off the shield and blew a large chunk of stone out of the tower’s wall.

Glyph began to think about what to try next when the ground shook violently under his feet, and he heard explosions outside. “Time’s up!” Glyph yelled, and let another lightning bolt loose, this time sustaining it in an attempt to drain the shield’s energy. Pulling resolve from the pit of his stomach, he fed the energy-sucking arcs of electricity until his knees began to weaken.

The sounds of battle were drawing ever closer, and finally Glyph was forced to break contact or risk passing out. He was pretty sure he weakened it, but not as much as it had weakened him. Wiping the sweat away from his eyes, he glanced back at the door just as Greem flew into the tower.

“The battle draws close, Great One. Grot wants to know your progress.” Greem called to Glyph. In one bound the Hexzu half leapt, half glided to where Glyph stood.

“I need more time.” Glyph panted.

“Very soon, that time will be paid for with Hexzu blood. How long will it take?” Greem said soberly.

“Five minutes. Tell Grot five minutes.”

“Very well.” Greem nodded.

Glyph got the distinct impression that Greem didn’t believe him. He didn’t know if he believed himself. It didn’t really matter now; either he could or he couldn’t, they would know in five minutes.

Greem turned and Glyph noted the water bladder slung over the gargoyle’s shoulder. Feeling the weight of his own water, he took several large gulps as he watched Greem fly out the door of the giant-sized tower.

Glyph turned back to the pillar, and drew forth the King’s Sword, the blade glowing its now familiar ice blue. “When does it stop?” He said aloud and marched to the base of the column.

In one strike, Glyph sliced through the protective shield, carving his way into the stone pillar that held the crystal. The ground began to vibrate as the column swayed back and forth, finally toppling to the ground in an earth shattering crash. ‘Should have done this in the first place.’ He grinned and crawled over several pieces of fallen rock to get to where the crystal lay. The fall hadn’t broken it, just separated it from the stone console that had held it.

Glyph gave the crystal a swift kick to free it from the debris, but it wouldn’t budge. He was sure removing it wouldn’t be enough anyway, knowing they could always create another console for it.

“Better not take the chance.” He mumbled. Raising the sword above his head, he brought it down with a vengeance upon the crystal. But instead of breaking it, the blade hit the crystal’s facets and slid to one side, blasting into the sand it laid upon.

Glyph tried again a second and third time to cut the crystal with the sword, to no avail. “Mother Fucker!” Glyph screamed in disbelief. He briefly thought of taking the crystal with him, but it was too heavy to carry. Whatever it was made of was extremely dense, and must have weighed a ton.

“Great One, we must go.” He heard Greem’s voice call out from the entryway.

Glyph held up his hand, signaling Greem to wait. Concentrating, he tried to feel it out with his mind in hopes of teleporting it into the Chasm, but it felt like a void, empty and dark.

“Greem! Help me move this thing.” He shouted.

“There is no more time! They are upon us!” Greem yelled back.

“Fuck!” Glyph screamed in frustration, and started to turn toward the entrance. In desperation he plucked a grenade off his vest and pulled the pin. Holding the handle in place with his mind, he dropped it next to the crystal, and then repeated the procedure. Finally, he sprinted for the doorway.

“Go! Go! Go!” Glyph shouted at Greem as he closed in on the door. Glyph jumped out of the stone tower behind Greem and found himself in the middle of a tumultuous battle. Greem pushed him to the dirt as a giant slab of rock flew over his head. The sudden shock made him lose his mental hold on the grenade handles, and as he stood back up the explosions sent shockwaves through the sand. Brilliant flashes of green and yellow light followed through the open door as Glyph and Greem scrambled for the edge of the Chasm.

Out of the corner of his eye, Glyph saw a demon barreling down a nearby sand dune in a metallic chariot pulled by four lizard-birds. The demon was closing fast, and began launching fireballs at Glyph. Turning, Glyph swung the sword back, and caught them with his blade, narrowly avoiding being fried.

Realizing he wouldn’t make it to the Chasm, Glyph spun around to face the oncoming chariot in hopes of buying Greem enough time to escape. He was still depleted from trying to drain the shield around the crystal, and hoped he didn’t have to use magic for this one.

Planting his feet firmly in the sand, he readied himself. The demon grinned and pointed a huge spear at Glyph as the birds raced to trample him head on. Just before they reached Glyph, the demon screamed as a stream of water from above splashed across its chest and up into its face.

Glyph leapt to one side and took out both legs on the first bird, causing the lizard-beast behind it to veer left into the harness. The bird tripped and fell, and was crushed by the wheels of the chariot. The other birds careened wildly, tossing the steaming demon into the sand at Glyph’s feet.

The demon howled in agony and squirmed on its back clutching its blackened and charred face. Greem landed on the opposite side of the demon, and shifted his empty water bladder over his back between his wings.

‘That’s where the water came from, and that’s why the Hexzu were storing water in the armory! They were using it as a weapon against the demons.’ Glyph suddenly understood.

Glyph cleaved the monster’s oversized head just under the eyes in one stroke, sending the top of the demon’s skull and horns sailing off on the wind. Blood spewed out in all directions, as its mouth opened in a silent death scream.

The enormous tower beside them cracked and shook, then crumbled in upon itself, sending out a huge cloud of dust and debris. Glyph couldn’t see anything, and was having trouble breathing as the dust filled his mouth.

Suddenly he was grabbed and yanked skyward. Looking up, he could see it was Greem. A second later they cleared the cloud of dust. Lightning bolts and fireballs flew up from the ground in all directions. Greem lifted a horn to his mouth and blew. It was the same sound Glyph had heard when he and the others were lying in wait for Cruix. It was the signal, and Glyph saw hundreds of gargoyles now breaking away from the main combat and heading toward the Chasm. He could tell the force of gargoyles flying against them had switched sides.

Greem was just past half way across the scar-like abyss, when he started to descend rapidly towards the Calling station on the near side. As they drew closer, Glyph could see a demon and two lesser demons making their way to the tower.

“Shit.” Glyph sighed, realizing the demons must have teleported across the Chasm. “Hurry!” Glyph shouted, knowing the gargoyle was already doing his best speed. The demon opened the door and stepped inside just as Greem swooped in. The two lesser demons stayed outside to guard the entrance.

Glyph pulled his sword as Greem dropped him directly behind one of the creatures. Surgically, Glyph carved off its right leg, toppling it into the sand. Hurling himself onto the creature’s back, Glyph ran the sword through the base of the lesser demon’s neck and skull. Sliding off the dead demon’s blood-soaked shoulder, Glyph darted for the other one, who had just activated its shield.

The lesser demon popped off a fireball, which Glyph parried with his sword. Glyph ripped through its shield and half of its torso with one swift swing of the King’s Sword. The red energy shield flashed and disappeared, and a startled look spread across the demon’s face. Dropping to its knees, it gasped for air and could get none.

Just as Glyph pulled back for the deathblow, Greem’s Vorka came pushing out through the lesser demon’s face, spraying him with more black blood. Glyph didn’t wait for it to hit the ground before dashing inside. As he sped across the large room he could see the full demon placing his hand on the crystal.

Raising stairs up out of the bedrock as he charged forward, Glyph could see a window in the side of the wall had opened up, just as the door had, offering a view of the far side of the Chasm. The crystal flashed red as the demon’s hand grasped it.  A second later, Glyph hacked off its head. The body staggered a bit to one side, then turned slightly as if looking behind itself, and slumped to the ground.

Glyph stared at the crystal, which was turning a yellow-green color, and an odd humming sound filled the air.

“No.” Glyph barely whispered as he stared out across the Chasm. Something white appeared on the far side, and appeared to be growing. The bridge had been summoned.

Glyph placed his own hand on the crystal in desperation. ‘Stop!’ he thought. ‘Cease! Go back!’ Nothing worked.

“Great One!” Greem shouted from outside.

Snatching the last two grenades off his jacket, he pulled the pins, and held the handles in place as he had before and put them next to the base of the crystal. He turned and quickly ran down the stone steps and raced out of the Calling Station.

Glyph emerged from the stone tower, and found Greem perched on the side of the structure staring intently across the Chasm. Something white was definitely growing on the other side, and it was moving this way.

Greem leapt, and glided down to where Glyph stood. He glanced from the chasm to Glyph. “Can you stop it?” he asked.

Glyph released his mental grip on the grenades; the loud explosions rattled the large stone tower as a shockwave shook the sandy ground beneath them. Glyph and Greem both backed away from the structure, as yellow and green light poured from the entranceway, and cracks formed in the cone-shaped stone roof.

Glyph motioned for Greem to take them skyward. If the tower collapsed, Glyph didn’t want to be caught in another dust cloud. Greem latched onto him a moment later and they soared up into the sky on giant beating wings.

The Calling Station crumbled into rubble as they flew higher. Greem widened his circle of flight to get a good look at the Bridge. It was still growing.

“No. I don’t think I can.” Glyph said answering Greem’s last question, while watching in fascination as it spread out, as if a thousand workmen were building it in front of him. It was about forty feet wide, and Glyph estimated it would take about a half hour to reach Parcel Three. “We need to find Grot.”

Greem flipped the horn up to his mouth with his leg, and blew three quick bursts.                   They hovered about a quarter of the way over the Chasm from Parcel Three.

Glyph would have felt a lot better if they had been over land, but didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. He watched the battle with the enemy scouting party as it played out before him. Clouds of smoke hung over the ground, most likely a demon defense against an attack from the sky. Lightning bolts and fireballs zinged through the air in every direction, and in the distance loomed that ominous wall of dust growing larger on the horizon as the massive army approached.

‘It won’t be long before they get here; an hour, maybe less.’ Glyph thought. ‘There’s no way we can hope to defeat an army of that size, even with the several thousand Hexzu who just joined up with us. We’ll have to destroy the bridge, and if we can’t, run like hell.’

Glyph’s thoughts were interrupted by Grot’s arrival.

“The Bridge has been summoned to the Stitch, Great One. What do you want to do?” Grot asked him.

Glyph suddenly felt the weight of his failure. “I’m going to try to find a way to stop it. I need to take a closer look at the Bridge itself.”

Grot nodded and glided off to the left, with Greem right behind him, and flew up to about twenty feet in front of the expanding bridge.

Glyph could not believe what was taking place in front of him. Bones. Bones forming skeletons, growing bones, creating more skeletons, as if they were alive. Packed as tight as bricks, the bones would fuse together into one giant piece, even as more sprouted forth. The skulls were quite distinctively Hexzu, and their jig-sawed bodies reminded Glyph of pictures he had seen of bone piles in the Roman Catacombs.

“I’m going to try and blast it and see what happens.” Glyph shouted over to Grot.

“No! These are the bones of our ancestors, you cannot destroy them. They are the bones of the hundred thousand Hexzu brought here from the wasteland of Sa Saran. The Bridge is a sacred graveyard to our people.”

“Grot, the bridge can’t be recalled once it’s summoned, and that army is too large for us to defeat here. If I don’t destroy the bridge, then we need to head back to Okrune now.”

Grot just stared at him.

“They’re just bones, Grot. If that army makes it across, then Okrune and your mountain caves may be the next Sa Saran.”

Slowly Grot began to nod. “You are wise, Great One. How do you wish to proceed?”

“I don’t even know if I can destroy it yet. Our best hope was destroying the Calling Stations, but that’s out the window now. Grot, you take care of the scout party, and keep them away from the bridge. Greem, set me down on the bridge, and I’ll see if there is anything I can do. If this doesn’t work, we’ll need to fall back to Okrune.” Glyph said, staring at Grot.

Grot nodded his head in agreement, and quickly flew off barking orders to other gargoyles.

Greem hoisted Glyph up as the bridge built itself beneath them, and gently lowered him onto its surface. Gathering what strength he could, Glyph drew the sword and gave an initial swing, cutting deep into the Bridge. The bone cut like butter under Glyph’s strike, and he was beginning to think he might be able to hack the bridge down, until seconds later, when the bone fused itself back together.

He was about to try burning it, but realized it probably had been built to withstand the scorch. If the fire-rain couldn’t burn it, nothing would. Then a thought occurred to him, and he stepped back, pulled his hands together and let loose a blast of ice into the Bridge.

Directing his stream of flowing ice to the ever-expanding edge, the bones began to slow down. Then the ice began to crack and splinter away as the force of the bridge continued to plow toward the other side of the Chasm. Glyph tried to apply more ice even quicker, but it was no use; the Bridge was too powerful.

Glyph stopped, and glanced back at the battle behind him. The Hexzu were swarming now in just a few areas; it looked as if the enemy scout party was almost defeated. But Glyph could see the giant dust cloud of the army in the distance, from where he stood, and it was close.

Frustrated, Glyph waved both his arms to the right, and pulled a giant chunk of rock from the side of the cliff. Walking backwards away from the edge, Glyph swung his arm forward and brought the boulder to where he stood. Glyph hovered the rock above the edge about fifty feet in the air. With a downward flick of his hand, Glyph flung the tractor-trailer sized chunk of rock down into the Bridge with such force he could feel it shake beneath his feet.

Not leaving anything to chance, Glyph repeated the process several times in quick succession. Dust flew up in every direction, and he found himself pelted with bone chips, even though he was some fifty feet away. Letting the rock fall into the abyss, Glyph ran to the edge, to see what damage he had done.

“Nothing. Not a Goddamn thing!” Glyph said. “I can’t believe this shit.”

Glyph stood there several minutes considering what to do next, and to catch his breath; now that he had mastered the red magic, he would have to work on his stamina for sustaining his power.

Hearing the beating of wings, Glyph saw Greem landing beside him. “Great One, the enemy’s scout party is nearly defeated.” Then he looked at the edge of the Bridge building its way toward the other side. “Is there no hope?” Greem asked.

“I don’t know what else to do Greem. I’m at a loss.” Glyph replied.

“What do you want to do now?” Greem questioned him.

“Get Grot. We need to fall back, regroup and head for Okrune before that army gets here.”

“Very well” Greem said and flew off. A few seconds later Glyph heard the horn blowing to summon Grot. Glyph took a final look at the Bridge; it was one of the most amazing things he had ever seen in his life, but he just wished he could have destroyed it. If he had, they could have packed up and gone home to M’atra. The Hexzu would have Parcel Three, and all would be well. Nothing had gone right since he got here. Right now, more than anything, he just wanted some peace.

Suddenly Glyph dropped to his knees in pain, like a knife was cleaving his skull.

You are here. Good. Now I shall exact my vengeance upon you, and my victory will be complete!’  A voice pierced Glyph’s mind. The sheer force of it sent Glyph into unconsciousness, and he collapsed face-first onto the Bridge.

 

Glyph felt himself coming to. Sensing the strong winds passing by him, he opened his eyes. Glyph could see the desert passing beneath him, and realized a gargoyle was carrying him. Shifting his eyes, Glyph could see thousands of other gargoyles flying to either side of him, several transporting wounded. Looking forward, he could see Okrune in the distance.

He wondered how long he had been out, and what had happened; the last thing he could remember was trying to destroy the Bridge of Bones. Then there was something else…something…and it came to him.

“The voice.” Glyph managed to mumble aloud. ‘I need some answers’ he thought, and instinctually patted his jacket to make sure the Tome of Dark Lore was still safe. ‘No matter what they tell me, I’m still going to read this one for myself.’

The Hexzu began their descent toward the city, slowly funneling downward in an effortless glide. Glyph tried to calm himself down a little, and began a deep breathing exercise, trying to coalesce everything that had been happening lately into a broader picture. His thoughts kept turning to Ishea. Now that he knew for sure all of this wasn’t a dream, or some hallucination, he felt pretty stupid for treating her so badly. It was so obvious now that she had only wanted what was best for him. Glyph hoped she was all right, and that Cruix hadn’t messed her up too much. Most of all, he hoped Srokus had lied when the bastard said he had raped her.

Glyph recognized Grot flying up in front of him. He assumed Greem was carrying him as he and a dozen gargoyles fell in line behind Grot and headed for the temple. Rather than landing on the terrace outside the long hallway, Grot broke formation and led Glyph directly into the archways above Cruix’s outer chambers.

Greem deposited Glyph gently on the floor, as Lobrein and Drayden stood from where they had been talking and approached them.

Glyph stood up, much to the Hexzu’s surprise, and everyone shifted their gaze from one to another, as if they weren’t sure who should talk first.

“How is Ishea?” Glyph finally blurted out. He began to scan the area for her but he couldn’t seem to locate her in the room.

“I am well, Glyph.” Ishea said as she materialized a few feet away from them.

Glyph turned to look at her, and took a few steps closer to where she stood. “Ishea!”  He gasped, as a wave of relief washed over him at seeing her well.

Ishea flashed him a wicked smile, and locked her gaze with his. She stepped in and gave Glyph a hug, while whispering in his ear “I want you.” Then she broke the hug and stepped back looking at Lobrein.

Glyph stood there a moment, trying to comprehend the meaning of that, without immediately jumping to the most obvious one. Ishea winked at him, and he turned back to Lobrein. “How’s Bogg?” he asked her.

“Detective Bogg is healthy. He awoke for a while. He insisted his name was Detective Bogg, and wanted to know who we were, where he was, and why we had kidnapped him.” She shook her head slightly, and continued. “He did not like our answers and when we mentioned you, Detective Bogg became very violent, and we had to put him back to sleep. We thought it best that you be here to explain his current situation when he awakes.”

Glyph nodded his head in agreement, “We can deal with that later. Right now we have a much more serious problem to deal with.”

“The Bridge, were you able to…?” Drayden asked.

“No. I destroyed the calling stations, but not before the Bridge had been summoned.”

“How did you destroy the crystals?” Lobrein asked.

“Grenades.” Glyph said shrugging his shoulders. Then seeing her puzzled expression Glyph clarified. “Small explosive device. A bomb. Boom.”

Lobrein shared looks with Drayden.

“You entered the Calling Station?” Drayden questioned.

“Yes, why? What’s this all about?”

“You have reached full demon status, Glyph.” Drayden said.

“Lobrein already told me that.” Glyph retorted.

“What he means Glyph, is that only a Demon that has completed the Jakarute can enter a Calling Station. The symbol on the outside of the structure will only recognize those of full Demon status.” Lobrein explained.

“That’s why you said I may be the only one who could destroy the bridge.” Glyph said.

Lobrein nodded. “Yes, I only knew what I could see in your aura, and I suspected you held Demon status, but this was the test. I am afraid you passed.”

Glyph sighed and rubbed his eyes. ‘Here we go again’ he thought.

“Glyph, you must try to use the blue magic, it is important that you can use both when needed.” Lobrein said.

“Why? Why is it so damn important?” Glyph shot back at her.

“Because it is who you are, and it is why you are here now. You are an agent of prophecy, a catalyst for good or evil. You must be masters of both but loyal to only one.” Lobrein replied.

“What does it matter? The prophecy said that if Ishea won her battle with Cruix, I would side with the forces of good. That’s happened. If you believe in the prophecy why even question the rest?”

“First of all, I question everything. Secondly, I am led by my conscience and would be remiss if I did not speak my mind on this matter. Finally, there is more than one prophecy. Those from M’atra say something different than those of the Demons, the former, an outcome of peace, the latter, of death and destruction. Prophecy is a devious mistress, too truthful to be ignored, and too ambiguous to be acted upon.”

“Yet that’s exactly what you and Drayden did by coming here.” Glyph said.

“The knowing of a prophecy by an active participant will only change the action he or she takes. One can choose to act or not, but the prophecy remains the same, and happens in its own way, and in its own time regardless of the choice. The thought that you might not be here now had we stayed in M’atra is irrelevant since we did not stay, and you are here. Our knowing the prophecy made us choose to act, but only because it made itself known to us. That is why we decided that our actions and choices must then be part of the fulfillment of that prophecy.”

“Right, and that’s why you’re so damned tight-lipped about it. I for one am tired of stumbling around in the dark here, so let’s put all the answers out on the table, shall we?”

“It will not matter, Glyph. Knowing what a prophecy says does not equate with knowing what to do about it.” Ishea interjected.

“So what’s the point of reading them at all?” Glyph asked, growing irritated.

“It is what I was trying to tell you and Ishea before, the prophecy is a guide of possible future outcomes, therefore it is not precise.”

“So guide me, what are we going to do now?” Glyph demanded.

“Right now, I think we should find some food to eat, and meet back here in an hour to discuss how we should proceed.” Lobrein politely suggested.

Glyph conceded. He was too tired to think right now, and getting in a pissing match with a bunch of wizards wasn’t going to help. They all agreed to take a break; Grot and Greem were pretty exhausted as well, and Drayden still looked like death hung over.

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.