Glyph thought about going in search of some sustenance. Anything would be preferable to the week’s worth of Turmur he had eaten. Just then Ishea and Lobrein strolled in carrying what looked like chicken and some green vegetables. Ishea placed the tray on the makeshift table next to Glyph’s hammock and then conjured up some chairs. Lobrein dropped some water skins onto the floor between them.
“For me? You shouldn’t have.” Glyph said sarcastically.
“Of course for you, silly.” Ishea said with a huge grin that lit up the room. Lobrein rolled her eyes slightly and sat down. Glyph reached over, grabbed a bird leg, and began to munch down. Lobrein and Ishea sat down in the chairs and did the same.
“Is this a working lunch? Or are you just here to visit?” Glyph asked them in between bites.
“A working lunch? I declare it is impossible to understand you at times, Glyph.” Lobrein replied.
“Is it business, or pleasure?” Glyph clarified.
“Perhaps a bit of both. We were curious as to your plans for the meeting tomorrow.” Lobrein stated.
“She hates surprises, Glyph.” Ishea commented, and winked at him.
“Well I’ve been giving it some thought. We’ll have to explain a few things first, like the Hexzu and Zarabish.” He paused and took a drink of water. “There will also have to be some sort of watch over the lake at all times. Just to make sure the demons don’t try and open the portal again.”
“You do realize that Tsach will find a way to come after you.” Lobrein said pointedly.
He glanced up at her, “I know.” Glyph said meeting her gaze as he tossed a handful of beans into his mouth. A long silence followed as Glyph chewed up some more vegetables and took another bite of meat.
“Well, what do you intend to do about it?” Lobrein asked
“I’m glad you asked.” He replied and wiped his mouth. “We are going to prepare for all out invasion. First and foremost I will begin training, to practice and push my powers to the limit. Second, I plan on training the Kivan military, and anyone else who wants to know, how to fight against demons. I gave the job to Zarabish, she now holds the rank of General of the Kivan army.”
“Are you mad?” Lobrein exclaimed, nearly falling from her seat. “You cannot put a demon in charge of the Kivan military!”
“Actually he can. Glyph is the king of Kivastor, and I think it an excellent idea. Who better to teach an army how to fight and kill demons, than an actual demon?” Ishea informed her.
“Do you think for an instant that the people of M’atra will just welcome her with open arms? You have only known this demoness for what, three days? She could still have it in her mind to try and spy for Tsach.”
“They will. They have to, just as they will have to accept the Hexzu. If this is going to work, all of M’atra will have to learn to work together, and most importantly, fight together. Zarabish does not sound ideal, I know that, but she is the right person for the job.” Glyph paused. “As for how long I’ve known her; I met her twelve hours after I first met you. Should I suspect you of treachery as well?”
“She is a demon, Glyph!” Lobrein spat.
“And I am the line between you. Or did you forget already? If I am the Great One, and I am here to restore the balance of good and evil in the universe, then I have to do it my way. For whatever reason, the demons have been chosen to be the evil, just as M’atra is the good. It doesn’t mean that all demons are bad, and all M’atrans are good. I believe that Zarabish has the best of intentions, and has earned my respect. If that means trust than so be it.”
There was a moment of silence after Glyph finished. Lobrein stared at him as if she wasn’t sure who he was, and Ishea gazed at the cave wall to her left as if she might break into tears any second.
Lobrein glanced at Ishea, and then back at Glyph. “Very well, but I wash my hands of the whole affair.”
“What?” Lobrein asked Glyph as if unsure of what she had heard.
“That’s not good enough. This is the second time you’ve told me that, and I’m telling you, that doesn’t fly.”
“It doesn’t work, Lobrein. You have to accept Zarabish, just as Ishea, Grot, and all the other leaders of this world have to accept her. We have to lead by example, and if you’re washing your hands of it, others will as well.
“For someone who is thousands of years old, your wisdom on this seems a bit lacking, or have your prejudices grown so deep that they decide what is right and wrong?” Glyph accused her.
When Lobrein didn’t reply, Glyph continued. “Think about it, either we have a united front and a chance at restoring the balance between good and evil, or we stand alone and hope for the best. It’s all about the balance, the evil in the universe has been disproportionate for far too long, but if we eradicate it then we risk having the pendulum swing back against us in the future. I’ll need your support; you, Ishea, everyone. Without it I feel we will be doomed to failure.”
“Lobrein, please.” Ishea interjected, “Can you not see that this is the way? Glyph is the Great One, he may not be what you expected, but at least consider what he is saying; what he has done.”
“I cannot fault your logic, Glyph. Perhaps not all demons are completely evil, only time will tell. There is certainly no doubt that you are the Great One, and it appears that for the moment you will have some time to grow not just your power, but your control and discipline as well. For as long as you have the best interest of M’atra at heart, I will give you my support.” Lobrein finally said.
“Thank you.” Glyph responded. “As soon as we are settled back in Kivas, we could work out some schedule for my training. I would be honored if you were a part of that process.”
“I do not know why, but I always thought you would come to us as an accomplished wizard. I guess there are worse things than helping to train the Great One.” Lobrein replied and laughed a little.
Ishea beamed at both of them, and ate some more fruit from the tray. Glyph noted her attitude had completely changed since he had effectively, and permanently, closed the portal. She seemed to have forgiven Lobrein for hiding the relationship between them. It also appeared that she had forgotten that her name, her real name, implied that she was a much more powerful sorceress. Glyph wondered about the ramifications of it all, but let it drop. He was just glad to see her happy again.
They ate the rest of their meal, and talked about how Glyph finally decided to shut the portal. Ishea even asked him what a toilet was, and Glyph explained it to her in detail. Both Ishea and Lobrein were interested in the mechanism and how it worked. Glyph was beginning to think he would have to create one, but they caught on fairly quickly. He had a feeling there would be some toilets being installed in their quarters in Kivas when they returned. They soon took their leave of him to check on some soldiers they had been healing, with Ishea turning and blowing him a kiss on the way out of the cave.
Glyph sat there awhile and thought about everything that had happened in the last ten days. It was hard to believe he had only been free for that long. He was glad to finally relax and let some of his built up stress melt away, but the longer he sat there the more worried he became. He had never had a real chance to relax; there was always something he had to do, someone to fight, some war to win, and he began to think that maybe it wasn’t over yet. What if something happened when he returned to Earth, or if Albast couldn’t help him, then what? He knew Tsach would come after him eventually, but what if it was tomorrow, or the next day? This sitting around resting was starting to drive him crazy.
Glyph quickly sat up and was just getting ready to stand when Grot and Greem entered into the cave. He could tell that Grot was having trouble walking, his one leg twisted to the outside every time he took a step.
“Grot, Greem, how are you?” Glyph said as he stood and bumped forearms with each of them.
“We are well, Great One, but we would ask the same of you.” Grot replied.
“I’m alright, I guess.” Glyph said. “You know you can call me Glyph, right?”
“I would not wish to offend you.” Grot said.
“There is no offense to be taken. I consider you both my friends, and Great One sounds so formal.” Glyph replied, then paused. “Now that the fighting seems to be over, I was wondering if I might be able to sit down and talk to you about Crowf.” Grot and Greem exchanged glances, and Glyph looked around, now worried that Crowf may not have survived the battle.
“That will not be possible, Great…Glyph.” Grot said correcting himself at the last minute.
Glyph’s heart sank, “Is he alive?”
“He was, the last time I saw him. Crowf, and a few of his friends, decided that they would stay behind in Degruthras.” Grot said somewhat solemnly.
“What? Is he crazy?” Glyph asked.
“He thought it would be better to stay, and continue to fight Tsach, than to come here with you.” Grot answered.
“Grot, I don’t know what to say, I am sorry.”
“Do not be. Crowf stayed with my blessing. He has fought against the demon occupation his entire life, and spent years trying to gain the trust of that witch Cruix. It would be better for him to die fighting against Tsach, than to live here on this world in misery.” Grot explained.
After a moment of silence, Greem spoke up. “Great One—.” He started, then caught Glyph’s look. “Glyph, we are anxious to get settled, but we are not sure where you would like us to set our residence.”
“Well it’s a big desert, I’m sure there’s a suitable place somewhere.” Glyph replied.
“We do not know our boundaries, we do not wish to stake claim to something that has already been spoken for.” Grot clarified.
Glyph rubbed his chin. “I think I see what you’re getting at.” He said smiling. “Maybe we should go take a look around and figure this out.” Glyph said, and belted on his sword. Grabbing a water bladder, he slung it over his shoulder and made for the exit. Stepping out onto the desert sand, Glyph shielded his eyes from the glaring mid-day sun.
“Shall we?” Glyph said and pointed upward toward the sky. “I’m sure the view is much better from up there.”
Grot scowled happily and shook his head. “You do not like to waste time.”
“There’s no better time than the present.” Glyph replied and smiled back. He felt Greem’s familiar grip as they lifted off the ground, and began to circle as they ascended higher.
Glyph pointed toward the mountains south of them. “The tallest mountain is called Toleth’va, it belongs to the monks of Priam. I would stay clear of it just to be considerate of your neighbors.” Glyph shouted over at Grot. “The mountain range extends west to the ocean. If you split it lengthwise, the southern half belongs to Deltur, the northern half belongs to you.”
“And the desert, how much of the desert may we use.” Grot spoke loudly over the buffeting winds.
Glyph looked over at him quizzically. “The people of this world don’t care much for the arid environment, and it has never been claimed. Therefore you may use as much of it as you wish, I hope it’s enough.”
“You mean, all of this?” Grot replied sweeping his arm back across the horizon, as he hovered in place.
Glyph chuckled. “You didn’t think I’d invite you to live here, and then confine you to some small cave did you?”
Grot just stared at him, not knowing how to respond.
“The Hexzu are a free people Grot, and I am not an Overlord. I know it’s a tough adjustment, but I think you’ll get used to it.” Glyph shouted.
Grot scowled happily, and Greem began to laugh out loud. “We will send out scouting parties right away. Some of us have a seventh sense for locating large caverns. I am sure we will find something to suit our needs.”
“Glad to hear it.” Glyph replied, feeling rather pleased for making good on his promise to the Hexzu.
“Shall we return?” Grot asked him.
“You go Grot, I’ll return Greem to you in a little while, if that’s alright?” Glyph queried.
“Of course, Glyph.” Grot replied, and dived back toward the ground.
“What did you have in mind Grea–Glyph?” Greem questioned.
“Let’s head for the Pass.” Glyph replied, smiling over Greem’s trouble calling him Glyph.
“Where is that?”
Glyph pointed and Greem shifted to the right and entered a forty-five degree angled dive toward the base of Toleth’va. About twenty minutes later, Glyph pointed to a small group of tiny dots moving across the desert floor. “Set us down in front of them.” Glyph shouted. Greem angled his pitch toward the right and began to slowly glide in a large circle, eventually landing a few hundred feet in front of a group of Kivan soldiers.
Glyph pulled his water skin to his lips and took a large drink.
“Glyph, who are these people?” Greem asked.
“Friends, Greem. Old friends.” Glyph told him.
A few minutes later, Toban and several soldiers approached warily. Suddenly Toban let out a shout. “King Glyph!” and ran closer toward him, stopping short at the sight of Greem. “My Lord, it is so good to see you again!” he exclaimed, never taking his eyes off the Hexzu. “I am sorry we did not make it in time to assist in the battle.”
Glyph walked over to the Steward of Kivastor, and gave him a hug. Toban whispered in his ear, “Are you in danger?”
Glyph started to laugh. “Always looking out for me, eh Toban? It is good to see you as well my old friend. Allow me to introduce my new friend Greem, he is second in command of the Hexzu, and our new neighbor.” Toban steadily extended his hand toward Greem, who moved his own arm sideways to bump Toban’s forearm.
“Well met, friend of the Great One.” Greem said addressing Toban.
“The honor is mine sir. Any friend of King Glyph is my friend as well.” Toban replied.
“Toban watches over things while I’m away.” Glyph informed Greem.
“Great One, I should return. There is much work to be done.”
“I understand, Greem. Please inform the others that I will be riding back with Toban.” Glyph said. Greem nodded and turned to fly away. “Oh Greem, thanks for the lift.”
“Anytime, just give the word.” Greem replied, smiled a scowl at Glyph, and leapt into the air and flew off.
“Interesting company you keep now.” Toban commented as he watched Greem sailing away on the wind. “So what has happened? I received word that the portal had been reopened, and that an invading army was about to attack. We have been marching day and night ever since. Of course, without the benefit of the continental pylons it has taken us several weeks. Then shortly before we reached the Pass, we were told to send the armies back. And where have you been? When Lady Ishea did not return after several months I became terribly worried. I had given up hope of ever seeing either of you again.”
“It’s a long story, Toban.” Glyph replied. “I will tell you all about it while we ride to the Portal.”
Toban signaled to one of his guards and a horse was brought to the front of the line. “O’dista!” Glyph almost shouted.
“When I learned of your imminent return, I made sure to bring him along. It is a long walk to Kivas.” Toban said and smiled. “Of course I see you have other means of transportation now.”
Glyph patted the horse’s head and mounted onto its back. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning.” Glyph then launched into his tale from the time he had disappeared in the Pass after defeating Drathus. Toban cringed when he heard of Glyph’s incarceration on Earth.
“It was three long years for us as well.” Toban remarked, as Glyph explained the time differentials between the world of Degruthras and that of Earth and M’atra. “You mean only one month has passed for Lady Ishea since she entered the gate? That is incredible.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. We didn’t realize the difference in time held true for M’atra as well until we met Drayden.” Glyph told him.
Toban stopped his horse and stared at Glyph wide eyed. “The Drayden? Of the Seven?” Toban said astonished.
“The very same.” Glyph said, and continued with his story. He told him about the plan Albast, Lobrein, Drayden, and Verto had hatched after reading the Demon Book, being careful to leave Albast as having died. He then continued to tell him about Cruix, and how his hour curse came to be reinstated. Toban let out several gasps, as he explained how the Demon Queen had taken Ishea into her inner chambers, how Ishea had emerged victorious, and his attaining the rank of full Demon status.
“Apparently it is the mastery of the red magic.” Glyph replied, when Toban asked what full demon status meant. Glyph then talked about the Hexzu, and the battle of Okrune, Lobrein’s appearance, and the battle for the Bridge of Bones.
“The bridge was made of bone?” Toban asked.
“The bones of enslaved Hexzu. What the demons did to them was terribly tragic, but as horrific as the bridge sounds, it was an amazing work of engineering.” Glyph explained.
He told Toban about Tsach, the Demon Lord that was now out to kill him, and how they learned that the massive army was marching against them. Finally, he explained how Drayden died as they retreated to the Portal with the Hexzu.
“A pity.” Toban commented, “I would have liked to meet him.”
“You still can, in a way.” Glyph said and went on to tell how Amos now carried the wizard’s animus. He shared how the prophecy stated that Amos was Drayden’s replacement.
“This is the same man who hunted you on Earth during your hour?”
“He changed, Toban. Once he realized Degruthras was real, and that I was telling the truth, he decided to see it our way.” Glyph said, and continued with his story.
When Glyph mentioned Zarabish, he thought Toban might fall off his steed.
“A female demon? And she is here now, on M’atra?” He questioned Glyph.
“And just so there are no surprises, I have made her General of the Kivan army.” Glyph said.
Toban stifled a laugh, and then did a double-take, staring at Glyph. “You are serious?”
“Tsach will never stop, he will find a way to get at me, and when that day comes, I want us all to be ready.”
“Forgive me for saying so, but is that wise?” Toban asked.
“It will be a tough adjustment for everyone, but I know in my heart, it’s the right thing to do. She has defected, and is willing and ready to do what it takes to help us defeat Tsach, and believe me, we will need all the help we can get.” Glyph told him, but could tell by Toban’s expression that the thought did not set well with him. “I freed her from the Demon Lord’s control, just as I freed the Hexzu. They have both pledged their allegiance to me, and I trust them, just as I trust you. Toban, if this is going to work I will need your support.”
Toban looked up as if he were in deep thought. “Of course, Glyph. If what you say is true, and I believe that it is, then it would be to everyone’s advantage to learn all we can from the demon.” Toban said then paused. “Still, I do not know if everyone will be in agreement on the situation.”
“They will. I’ll see to that.” Glyph replied, took a long drink of water, and continued telling Toban the rest of the story up to and including his ingenious method of making sure the Portal would never be opened again.
Glyph finished as the sun was setting over the horizon, and the giant crater-lake had come into view. They rode to the top of the dune together and watched as the last rays of sunlight skittered across the surface of the water.
“I knew you were powerful Glyph, but this defies my imagination. I felt the tremor early this morning as we marched past Priam on our way to the Pass. It was you.” Toban relayed.
Glyph just nodded his head. “It’s getting dark, and I’m sure Ishea wants to see you.”
Toban smiled broadly at the thought. “It has been too long since I have seen either one of you. I feared the worst, and had given up hope that I might ever lay eyes upon you again.” He said, his eyes glassing over.
“I know Toban, I know.” Glyph said, not quite ready to tell Toban that he had gone so far as to doubt their existence. “She and Lobrein are down there. Let’s go.”
A few moments later they were entering the cave Ishea and Lobrein had made.
“Toban!” Ishea yelled out as soon as she saw her old friend.
“Lady Ishea! It is so good to see you again.” Toban replied as she jumped in and hugged him. “Glyph filled me in on everything that has happened.”
Ishea’s face suddenly turned sad. “Oh Toban, I am so sorry, it was not my intention to be gone for so long.”
“I must admit, I had given up hope. But that is the past, you are here now with Glyph, and all is as it should be.” He said and smiled at her.
Ishea smiled back. “I want you to meet someone.” She said and led him out of her section of the cave. As they all walked into Lobrein’s section he could see her sitting cross-legged meditating. Her eyes opened as they entered.
“Toban, this is Lobrein.” Ishea introduced. “Toban is the steward of Kivastor, and one of my dearest friends.”
“The honor is mine, madam. Your name is still held in high regard in the halls of Kivas, but to actually meet a true master… I do not know if I am worthy.” Toban said and bowed deeply.
“So nice to meet you Toban, Steward of Kivastor.” Lobrein replied. “Your words are very kind, but I am a person, like anyone else. Please treat me no different than Ishea, or Glyph.”
“Very well, my Lady.” Toban stated.
“Come on, Toban, there will be time to talk later, I want to introduce you to the rest of our gang.” Glyph said impatiently.
“Until later then.” Toban said and bowed again.
Glyph led Toban from the cave and over to a large tent. “Zarabish! Are you decent?” Glyph called out, then smiled at Toban.
“Enter.” Zarabish replied.
Toban had a quizzical look on his face as Glyph pulled back the flap and walked inside. “Zarabish, I would like you to meet Toban, he is the Steward of Kivastor.” Glyph said.
Toban went pale at the site of the demon, and his hand reflexively leapt to the hilt of his sword, before he realized what he was doing in time to stop himself from drawing the weapon.
“I would stand, but the ceilings are a bit low for my taste.” Zarabish commented.
Glyph laughed. “I think I must be getting used to your humor.”
Toban just stood there open-mouthed, with Zarabish and Glyph looking at him. He took a step back, and managed to pry his hand from the hilt of his sword. Glyph had never seen Toban at a loss for words, and almost enjoyed seeing his old friend struggle. Zarabish tilted her head slightly to one side, and the motion seemed to snap Toban out of his initial shock. “Lady Zarabish, I…It is good to meet you. Please pardon me, I have never spoken to a demon before.”
Zarabish glanced over at Glyph. “What rank is Steward?” She asked
Before Glyph could reply, Toban spoke up. “Steward is second in command. I understand that King Glyph has made you a General, congratulations. It would appear that we will be spending quite a bit of time together.”
Glyph could tell Toban was quickly regaining his confidence. It seemed he was not about to let his competence to deal with any situation come under question.
“So, you are like a prince then. You lead in absence of the King?” She asked.
Toban exchanged looks with Glyph. “Yes, in a manner of speaking.” He said.
“Then it is an honor to serve under you, Steward Toban. I look forward to discussing my ideas on how we might best train our warriors to defeat the hordes of Tsach.”
Glyph thought Toban might fall over upon hearing such words from a demon.
“Forgive me for saying so, but you are not the typical demon. How do I know if you speak with integrity?” Toban asked. Now it was Glyph’s turn to be stunned.
“There in no need for apology, I suspect it is part of your duty, and in that you perform them well. As for my uniqueness, there are others like me, those who do not have the thirst for war and power. We are mostly lesser-demons, and more often than not find ourselves forced to submit to archaic rituals that lead to either death or enslavement. King Glyph has given me my freedom, and a chance to help those that wish to do so, escape the Demon Lord’s grasp.” Zarabish paused for a moment, as if thinking of the best way to continue. “Truth is relative to trust, and trust must be earned, and that is my intention.”
“Does that answer your question Toban?” Glyph asked filling the silence that followed.
“Indeed it does. I think we will get along fine General Zarabish. You may find that adversity will follow you in all things, here on M’atra. You may have to prove yourself time and again. Stay true to your path, and eventually no one will question your loyalty, or your integrity.” Toban informed her.
“You are wise, Steward Toban.” Zarabish said in response.
“As are you, General Zarabish.” Toban replied.
“Well, I’d like to meet up with Amos before it gets too late. I will meet you here before our next hour.” Glyph explained to Zarabish.
“Very well.” Zarabish acknowledged, as Glyph and Toban left the tent.
They walked for awhile under the cover of darkness before Glyph finally spoke. “That went better than I expected.” Glyph commented. “I probably should have warned you first.”
“She is an intriguing being, Glyph. If she speaks the truth, she will certainly be a great asset to us. I think only time can answer that.”
“That’s what Lobrein said as well; I only hope she will be able to find her place here with us.” Glyph said as they entered the cave again and headed for Amos’s room.
“Amos are you decent?” Glyph called out as he stepped slowly into the room.
“Glyph? Come on in man, I’ve just been sitting here trying to figure some things out.” came Amos’s reply.
“Amos, I’d like you to meet Toban, the Steward of Kivastor. Toban this is Amos.”
“Oh, nice to meet you Toban.” Amos replied.
“Likewise, sir.” Toban said and bowed.
“That is going to take some getting used to.” Amos said to Glyph referring to Toban’s bow. “Please, have a seat.”
Glyph and Toban both sat at a stone table, which must have been created by Ishea or Lobrein. “So what’s on your mind, Amos?” Glyph asked.
“Well, I’m not sure really. I’m just wondering where I fit into the equation. Drayden seemed only concerned with getting me to this point, but not what I would do afterward. I asked Lobrein and Ishea about it, but they don’t know how I fit in either, it’s like the prophecies bring us all to this point and then stop. The war isn’t over, we both know Tsach won’t stop, but Lobrein says little is known about what is to come. I think we’re missing part of the puzzle.”
“So, you carry the Master Drayden’s soul with you?” Toban said out of curiosity.
“It’s all up here.” Amos said and tapped his temple with a forefinger.
“Can you access his thoughts?”
“Sometimes, but they’re more like memories, it’s a lot less confusing now then it was. When I try, I get a strange feeling, like I’m supposed to return home.” Amos replied.
“You mean back to Earth? Are you sure?” Glyph said.
“No, I’m not sure. That’s the problem, and I still have a choice to make. Now that I know who I am, I want to help. Part of me wants to stay, to learn the ways of magic and help you to fight Tsach, but the other part, and this is what’s weird, the part that is Drayden urges me to return. I don’t know what to do.”
“I know I could sure use your help here, Amos.” Glyph said, and was about to continue when Toban coughed. Glyph turned and raised one eyebrow at Toban, who looked as if he had something to say but didn’t know how to broach the subject. “Toban, was there something you wanted to add?
“I’m sorry Glyph, but I have studied the lives of the Seven my entire life, and particularly those of the Masters Albast, Lobrein, and Drayden. It is recorded that of the three, Drayden had peculiar insight into the future, and had at one point visions, which he had written down. This book of prophecy was known only as the Works of Drayden, and has never been seen. It may be a work of fiction by an unknown scribe a thousand years ago, but, if it is true, then Drayden may hold the key that you seek, and it might be worth listening to his ‘urgings’”.
“Wait, wouldn’t Ishea know if Drayden had written a book of prophecy?” Glyph asked.
“I have asked her about it, and she can neither confirm nor deny the account. She says only that she herself had never seen such a manuscript. The account comes from a scribe who lived during the time of Drathus’s first attack. At this time the Seven had spread far across the land, and each resided separately from the others to engage in their own studies. Since they were immortal, going several hundred years between contacts was normal for them. After awhile only Albast, Lobrein, and Ishea were ever seen together. It is generally believed that it was this separation that allowed Drathus to gain such a foothold on M’atra, and why it took the Seven so long to come together and fight him off.”
“What about Lobrein, would she know about it?” Glyph asked.
“She might, but Amos has already asked her, and she would have no reason to withhold this information from him, especially if he might have a chance of figuring it out on his own. It may well be that the scribe who bound his book may have been the only one to have ever laid eyes upon it. Drayden may have shared the book with Albast as well, but since he has passed on, we will never know.” Toban explained.
With that, Amos and Glyph exchanged knowing glances. “Well, that’s something to think about anyway.” Glyph said. “We’ll talk later, Amos, I think I should catch a few hours sleep before our hour.”
“It was an honor to meet you, Amos.” Toban said.
“You too, Toban, and thanks for your input.” Amos returned.
Toban accompanied Glyph back to his room, and then took his leave of him. Glyph lay down in his hammock and thought about what Amos and Toban had said. There did appear to be a piece missing from the puzzle. Why would the prophecies lead them to this point and then cease? There must be more to it, maybe in the Tome of Dark Lore, though he loathed the thought of opening it again. Like Albast said, some things are not worth knowing. Glyph eventually succumbed to a fitful sleep.
He awoke later, in time to ready himself and to meet Zarabish at her tent. On the way he found Amos sitting and staring at the night sky. The two walked in silence to the Demon’s tent, and found her there waiting.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do?” Glyph asked Amos as the minutes counted down.
“No, but I will. I think Albast knows more than he lets on.”
“Yeah, they’re all that way. Heaven forbid if we try to alter prophecy.” Glyph added
“Well, I plan on getting some answers.” Amos said, checking his weapons.
“Should I ask?” Zarabish stated calmly.
“No, you’ll know soon enough.” Glyph replied, and within seconds the space around them turned into a vacuum, and the white light engulfed them all.