The winds swirled around him and Glyph felt himself turned and lying flat on his back. Before he could even open his eyes, Glyph could sense there were people all around him. Glyph stirred a bit and then looked around; the first person he saw was Ishea.
“Glyph! Oh thank the Gods! Are you alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Glyph replied, noting that the other wizards were also present, along with Solkit, and Mahjdi. “Am I still in the monastery?”
“Yes, Glyph. You gave us quite a scare. We were unsure as to what was wrong with you. We moved your body into this room, and tried to bring you back to consciousness, but nothing worked.” Lobrein stated. “Our only recourse was to wait and see if your curse had somehow been reactivated.”
“What happened? Where were you?” Ishea implored, her worry plainly evident on her face.
Glyph was lying on a table that had been converted into a rudimentary bed, and he pulled himself into a sitting position. “It is a long story,” He paused, glancing at the faces hovering around him, wishing he didn’t have to tell them, but knowing he had to. “I only have an hour, so I guess I’ll get right to it. I was on Earth. My curse, as you all have guessed, is active again.”
“On Earth? But how is that possible?” Ishea asked again. “Did Tsach have something to do with it?”
Glyph rubbed his hand over his face. “No, it wasn’t Tsach.”
“Then who activated the curse? You removed it yourself, how is this even possible?” Ishea questioned him.
Glyph looked into her eyes, and then stared at the others until the silence became unbearable. “It was Albast.”
Ishea’s eyes grew wide, Lobrein steadied herself by grabbing the edge of the bed, and Glyph watched as Prianna feinted. Morracor tried to catch her but was unsuccessful. Only Miatsu remained calm.
“Albast?” Miatsu asked in disbelief.
“Yes. Albast is alive, and on Earth. He is under the influence of the Asundering curse, the same as I am.” Glyph replied.
“Wait, I do not understand.” Ishea stammered.
“Glyph, how do you know?” Lobrein asked.
“He’s there, I met him. His inner-sanctum is an exact replica of his cabin in the mountains above Kivas; he spoke of all of you by name. Trust me, it’s him.” Glyph told them, as Morracor and Lobrein helped Prianna to her feet.
“I saw his body. He was dead when Lobrein and Drayden placed him in the tomb at Muret.” Miatsu decried.
“As dead as I looked a few minutes ago?” Glyph questioned him. “Look, he found the Asundering curse in the Tome of Dark Lore. The book led him to believe that it would let him travel between worlds to the home world of the Great One. Albast performed the curse, believing that his body was being transported between worlds as well, not just his consciousness. When he shifted back to his body on M’atra he found he was already entombed, and the magical protections you placed on his sarcophagus kept him from escaping as well.”
“You mean he has been alive…” Lobrein started and trailed off.
“For the last thousand years, on Earth. Eventually he learned to alter the timing of the curse so that he no longer had to shift back to his tomb.” Glyph continued for her.
“He is alive. Albast is alive!” Lobrein wailed as tears began to stream down her face. Prianna broke down in a fit of hysterical gibberish, and Ishea had to shake her several times before she could regain her composure.
“This is simply amazing!” Solkit bellowed unable to contain himself any longer. Mahjdi just shook his head and chuckled, his eyes alit with the pleasure of newly discovered knowledge.
“So he is there now, on Earth?” Miatsu asked.
“I talked with him shortly before the curse brought me back here for my hour.” Glyph said.
“What did he say? Is he fighting Tsach? What is happening on Earth?” Ishea blurted out.
Glyph shook his head. “It’s bad, real bad. Tsach is there, with every demonic life form he could get his hands on. Albast and Amos have done what they could to slow his advance, but could not stop him. Finally, Albast summoned me as reinforcement. Right now they are working on opening a portal to M’atra, so we can bring our armies there to fight.”
“Amos?” Ishea questioned as Lobrein’s head snapped up to peer at Glyph. “He found Amos. On Earth?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes. The important thing is we have to get a portal up and running here within a few days at the most.” Glyph said, and continued quickly, hoping to change the subject. He had let the cat out of the bag when he mentioned Amos, and Glyph knew things were going to get ugly very soon. His only hope was to try and pin most of the blame on Albast.
“A portal, active in only a few days? I’m not even sure that is possible, Glyph.” Miatsu commented, and Glyph hurried to answer him.
“Albast said we could use one of the continental pylons, and raise another one nearby and activate them both as one portal. There is something he called Trackmite under the pylon near Priam, and Muret.”
“Tackilite crystal. It is very magically conductive. I suppose if there were enough of it between two pylons it might be able to act as a sort of make-shift portal.” Morracor corrected him.
“Right, that’s the stuff, so what we—.” Glyph said and was cut off.
“Wait, wait just a moment.â€ Ishea demanded. â€œYou saw Amos, and he was with Albast?â€”
And there it was. The question he had been dreading. “Yes Ishea, Albast has been training Amos to be a wizard. He’s actually quite good at it now.”
“How did Albast find Amos on Earth?” Ishea questioned.
“Apparently he had been keeping tabs of my hours there.” Glyph replied, hoping she would not press the issue. Unfortunately, he knew she wouldn’t rest until she had rung the truth from him.
“So he knew where you were when your curse was first activated, all the way up until you removed the curse?”
Glyph decided there was no point in trying to evade her line of questioning, and gave up. “I did not remove the curse.”
“I am not sure I follow you, Glyph. If the curse was not removed, then how were you able to remain on M’atra for the last two years?” Lobrein said, taking over for Ishea.
Now Glyph felt like he was being tag-teamed. “Albast altered the curse in order for me to remain here indefinitely. He did the same thing to himself so that he would not have to stay inside his coffin every few days.”
“Albast altered your curse…Glyph! That was two years ago.” Ishea sputtered.
“You have known that Albast was alive for two years, and you told no one!” Lobrein practically shrieked.
Glyph nodded his head, and Morracor let out a long whistle.
“And that is why you left Amos there, so that Albast could teach him how to be a wizard!” Ishea said as her voice went up several octaves. “Why Glyph? Why would you not tell us?”
“I was going too, but Albast made me promise not to.” Glyph confessed.
“But why would he–.” Ishea started, and Glyph held up his hand to stop the onslaught of questions.
“Look, he knew what was happening. He knew what was going to happen. I don’t know how, but he did. He told me that the time was not right for the rest of you to know that he was still alive. He said you would try to come for him, try to reach him somehow, and that it wasn’t meant to be. In exchange for my silence, he removed the curse from Amos and Zarish, and altered mine so that I could stay here with you. Amos was going to come back to M’atra with me, but Albast offered to train him to be a wizard. He told us that when Tsach came, Amos would be on the front lines, and that if he came back to M’atra he would not have enough magical skills to be effective. So I convinced him to stay with Albast, thinking both of them would return to M’atra somehow when Tsach invaded. He did not tell me at the time, but he knew Tsach was going to invade Earth, and that’s how he knew Amos was supposed to be there.”
Ishea just stared at him blankly, and Lobrein began to weep softly once again.
“I am sorry you had to find out this way.” Glyph added.
Ishea set her jaw, stared at him for a moment and then turned away. She stood, and crossed the room in silence. Everyone parted to allow her to pass as she exited the room.
“Ishea. Ishea!” Glyph called after her, but there was no response.
Prianna’s eyes bulged, and for a brief moment Glyph thought he might have to defend himself, but then to his surprise she turned and stormed out after Ishea. Lobrein reached out and patted him twice on his knee, and she too turned and left the room in silence. Glyph rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room.
“Alive. Well, why am I not surprised?” Miatsu commented aloud and shook his head. “Worry not, Glyph. Their joy that Albast lives will soon overshadow the fact that you have known for several years.” Then, as if reading Glyph’s mind, he continued. “I have no such misgivings, I know all too well how frustrating my master’s insistence can be.”
“Thanks Miatsu.” Glyph said, and then looked at Morracor, who sat glumly on a chair in the corner with his chin resting on his hands. “Are you alright?” He asked.
Morracor sighed heavily. “First our masters were dead, now they are alive. It would seem that only I am left without mine, and I do miss him.”
“We all do, brother.” Miatsu said, placing his hand on Morracor’s shoulder.
“At least now I know why you were so interested in finding the Drayden prophecies. It was because the holder of Drayden’s animus is on your home world with Albast.” Morracor concluded. “I am sorry I could not be of more help to you Glyph.”
“Don’t worry. I spoke with Amos about them, and he seems pretty sure they were never written down.”
“I hate to interrupt.” Mahjdi interjected. “Did you say you were looking for the Drayden Prophecies?”
Glyph realized with all the details of the trial, he had never asked if there were such a thing. “Yes, do you know of them?”
Mahjdi’s eyes sparkled as he smiled. “I think there is something you should see. Please follow me.” He exclaimed, and quickly led the way out of the room. Glyph, Morracor, Miatsu, and Solkit all exchanged glances, and quickly followed. They all walked into a large hall, every inch of which was covered in mosaic tiles; intricately woven patterns of blue white and red that spilled out onto the floor of the open courtyard. Glyph remembered Verto’s secret staircase, and hesitated briefly at the entrance, but quickly realized Mahjdi was either not aware of it, or was leading them somewhere else. They then passed through the courtyard down a wide tiled staircase to a walled gate in the side of a sheer rock face. At Solkit’s wave, the monks opened the gate and Mahjdi led them into the mountain. A very wide stair arced slightly to the right and continued downward for what seemed to be an eternity.
Glyph checked his watch. “You do realize I only have about a half hour left right?”
Mahjdi looked up at him and stopped. “Oh, yes. Forgive me, Great One. I had almost forgotten. Perhaps it would be faster if we just went to the repository by way of magic. It can take upwards of several hours to travel down the long stair to the bottom of the mountain.”
“Repository it is then.” Glyph said and placed his hand on Mahjdi’s shoulder, and another on Solkit’s arm.
“You mean we are going to teleport there?” Solkit asked excitedly.
“Unless you know of a better way?” Glyph replied and winked at him. “Follow my lead gentlemen.” Glyph said to Miatsu and Morracor, then blinked out of sight.
“Oh my yes, that was much faster.” Mahjdi said as they reappeared in one of the study rooms in the repository vaults.
“That was quite a remarkable experience.” Solkit breathed steadying himself on the large wooden table.
“You get used to it.” Glyph replied as Miatsu and Morracor appeared beside him. “So what’s this all about, Mahjdi?”
“Please, this way.” Mahjdi said and led them from the room before continuing. “It was just one of those annoying inconsistencies, mind you. Just recently one of my students was organizing the library’s codex. Since we constantly receive new material, it is essential that we update our records every so often, and well,” Mahjdi paused as they entered a large room lined with drawers from floor to ceiling. It appeared to Glyph to be the card catalogue for the library of Congress. It was massive. Mahjdi walked to a small cubicle and rifled through some parchments. “Ah, here it is.” He said and handed the handwritten card to Glyph.
“The Drayden Propheticals.” Glyph read aloud, along with a very long number. “Okay, but what does it mean?”
“Well, you see, my student could not locate the work, so I went to look for the book, since I could not remember having seen it before. The number shows its exact placement in the library.” Mahjdi said as he led them from the room down several long corridors, all of which opened into larger rooms that were filled to the bursting point with tomes and parchments of all shapes and sizes. They walked in silence for several more minutes, before Mahjdi turned right at an intersection and walked into an adjacent room. “Here we are.” He continued, as they all filed in behind him. “Aisle five, section four, row three.” This is where the old monk stopped and pointed. “There was no book here, and on a whim I decided to remove the other books from this shelf, to see if it perhaps fell behind the shelf. I did not find the work, however I did notice this.” Mahjdi said scooping the last of the scrolls and ancient tomes from the shelf, and indicating the wall behind it.
Glyph stared across the empty bookcase at the stone wall. A large flattened piece of rock jutted out from the smooth wall. Something about it seemed familiar, though he couldn’t quite decide why. “Can we move this shelving out of the way?” He asked Mahjdi.
“I believe so.” He replied, and began to tug at one corner of the large wooden case. Solkit joined him, and the two of them wrestled it away from the wall.
“It looks like a rock shelf.” Solkit commented.
“I thought the same thing.” Mahjdi replied. “But there are no rock shelves within the repository, and that would make this particular rock unique. It has been here for a very long time.” Mahjdi added. “It was sheer accident that I noticed it at all. I moved the books on these two shelves to get a better look at it, and now that we have moved it you can see that the bookshelf was built around it.”
“If you were to guess, how long do you think it has been here?” Miatsu asked the old monk.
“These rooms were some of the last to be constructed by Albast before his,” Mahjdi paused a moment before continuing. “Before his disappearance. The shelves were constructed inside the room shortly thereafter and are made of stonewood; the constant temperature of these subterranean rooms prevents the wood from decomposing. That would make them at the very least a thousand years old, possibly more.”
“I swear I’ve seen this before.” Glyph said.
“It is very reminiscent of the King’s entrance to Kivas.” Miatsu stated.
“That’s it!â” Glyph said excitedly. Drawing forth the King’s Sword from its scabbard, Glyph laid it gently atop the stone outcropping. As soon as the blade came in contact with the rock it flared a brilliant red, and the wall began to rumble with the sound of shifting rock. Glyph glanced up at the cavernous ceiling as if expecting it to cave in around them when the sound abruptly stopped. Suddenly the rock wall began to slide backward, and then swung inward revealing a hidden passageway.
“Astounding!” Solkit trumpeted.
Glyph blew at the cloud of dust that bellowed out of the opening. Retrieving his sword, Glyph held it out in front of him as he stepped through the open doorway into a dark hallway. “Light.” He said, and a small blue orb jumped from his open palm and hovered in front of him. “I think we’re on to something, gentlemen.” Glyph commented. “Let’s see where she goes.”
They all followed Glyph silently down a narrow hall, and after about fifteen feet or so stepped out into a large circular room. Miatsu snapped his fingers and the ancient torches lining the walls burst into flame.
“Holy shit.” Glyph whispered as they gazed about the room. On the back wall, opposite the entryway, a large curtain hung from the ceiling. Glyph walked over to it slowly and probed the drapery with the tip of his sword, then sheathed it.
“What do you think it is?” Mahjdi said as they all began to move closer.
â€œThere is only one way to find out.â€ Glyph replied, then reached out and yanked the dust-covered cloth off the back wall, revealing a large tapestry. Chills immediately ran down his spine as he stared at it. The scene woven into the fabric was all too familiar, a crime scene, specifically the back alley behind the gun shop where Glyph had stolen his assault rifles and grenades, There was a detective front and center jotting notes on a pad of paper, an officer kneeling in front of him had just finished spray painting a large red “X” onto the pavement. Other officers milled about in the background and the red and blue lights from their police cars reflected off the buildings they stood between. Two paramedics could be seen carrying a body bag off to one side, while another was zipping one up on the ground.
“It’s Amos.” Glyph said staring at the large piece of fabric.
“What is Amos?” Solkit asked.
“The man in the middle there with the pen and paper.” Glyph replied.
“There is no man in this scene, Great One, only some fields of grain. Possibly near Muret by the looks of it.” Solkit added.
Glyph shot the High Priest a look, then glanced at the others. “You mean you don’t see the alleyway with the police officers?” Glyph inquired.
“No Glyph, it is a field with a farmhouse, and mountains in the far distance.” Miatsu stated, and the other three nodded their heads in agreement. “Are we to understand that you see something other than this?”
“Yes.” Glyph said and quickly described the scene again. “That must mean that this is,” Glyph paused.
“A Living Tapestry.” Miatsu finished, and ran his hand over the material.
“Master Drayden’s Living Tapestry to be precise.” Morracor commented.
“Drayden’s, how do you know it is Drayden’s?” Glyph asked him.
“There are only three.” Mahjdi interrupted. “One is believed to hang in a museum in Muret.”
“That is true, Prianna donated it shortly after Lobrein and Drayden’s disappearance. I was there when they hung it on the wall.” Morracor stated. “As I understand it, you are in possession of Albast’s Tapestry, and Master Drayden’s has never been found.”
“Until now.” Mahjdi concluded. “Apparently you are the only one who can see it, Great One.”
“I wish there was a way for you to see this. It’s a scene that took place when I was not present, though.” Glyph commented.
“There is a way Glyph. Albast allowed me to view his Tapestry on several different occasions, but only the creator of the fabric can command it to do so. Of course, only its creator can see the change of scenes as well, but since you are able to see it, maybe you can reveal it too.” Miatsu postulated.
Glyph motioned them to step back, then waved his hand and called out “Reveal!” A bright flash of blue light lit up the room, then vanished, and the scene was revealed to everyone in the room.
“Truly remarkable.” Mahjdi stated as he and the others viewed the Tapestry.
“And you say that this man here is Amos?” Morracor questioned, indicating the detective.
“That’s him. And look there, the scene has a title. ‘Discovery.'” Glyph answered and was about to continue when Miatsu interrupted.
“I have never seen this before.” Miatsu said studying the corner of the Tapestry. “The bottom right corner of the fabric is blank.”
Glyph looked, and sure enough, there was a small white patch at the bottom, maybe eight inches square. “What’s that all about?” Glyph asked absently, then reached out to touch the square. As he did the scene on the Tapestry began to change. The threads began to turn colors and reweave themselves together. Pulling his hand away, Glyph stepped back to see what scene the Tapestry was forming now. The scene was of Drayden on his deathbed in the desert of Degruthras, placing his hand to Amos’s head. Grot and several Hexzu stood to the right, with Glyph, Ishea, and Lobrein in the foreground. “The replacement.” Glyph read from the tiny woven words at the bottom center. “That’s how he knew. He knew he would die, and that Amos would replace him by carrying his animus.” Glyph said as the excitement began to build inside him. “You mean this is how it happened?” Morracor asked Glyph.
“Precisely how it happened.” Glyph replied. “And there is another white square in this scene as well.”
“On both sides.” Miatsu pointed out.
Without hesitation Glyph touched the white square to the right again, and again the scene changed before their eyes. Glyph recognized it as well. Albast stood at the foreground directly in front of Amos, with Glyph to his left and Zarish beside him. The details were amazing; down to the marks the ancient wizard had placed on their faces. The fabric read: “The Choice”.
“This was when Albast removed the curse from Zarish and Amos. Amos chose to stay on Earth and train under Albast.” Glyph said as he stared in wonder. “That means he knew. Drayden knew the whole time that Albast was still alive! Or at least guessed that he would somehow be resurrected.”
“But how is this possible?” Morracor breathed in wonder. “The Living Tapestry should only depict scenes in times of great need, and even then not usually more than one in a day’s time. We have already viewed three scenes in a matter of minutes.”
“I believe your friend Amos was correct, Great One.” Mahjdi stated. The Drayden prophecies were never written down. They were coded into this Tapestry.”
“Mahjdi is right, Glyph. Each scene the Tapestry has shown us has been centered around Amos. That would imply that these images have been left here as a prophetical guide to his future, or events that take place because of him.” Miatsu added.
Glyph touched the blank square to the right of the Tapestry once more.
“That looks like a demon of some sort, and there is Amos once again.” Miatsu said.
This time the scene was an exact replica of the vision Glyph saw of Tsach invading Earth on his Living Tapestry. “It’s Tsach.” He said, reaching out and running his finger over the demon as it burst through the portal onto the city streets of Phoenix, Arizona. “And that is Amos.” Glyph said, his voice a bit shaky. “This is the exact scene I saw on the Living Tapestry, the one I told you about when I first realized that Tsach was invading Earth.”
“You saw that same scene?” Miatsu questioned.
“Yes, to the last detail.” Glyph confirmed, as they all stared at it together; its title was ‘The Beginning.’ Without thought, he touched the white square to reveal the following picture. All seven sorcerers and Glyph were standing on a small hill near the portal on Earth. The combined armies of M’atra were pouring out into the Virginia countryside in the background. A discussion seemed to be taking place between the eight wizards. Greem and Grot were there as well, along with an unknown woman and a U.S. military officer. ‘Finally a scene from the future.’ Glyph thought. He glanced down to read the title. It was labeled ‘The Plan’.
“I wonder what we’re talking about?” Glyph said aloud as he studied the scene.
“Are they chronologically correct?” Mahjdi inquired, breaking Glyph from his thoughts.
“Yeah, they seem to be so far.” Glyph said, while simultaneously viewing the scene the Tapestry had just revealed. The two wizards and the High Priest were also studying it intently.
“I take it this one has not yet taken place, assuming of course that the scene is of the portal on Earth.” Mahjdi commented, indicating the current scene that Glyph studied.
“It is. It is the portal, and everything appears to happen exactly as I planned it, with all of the armies of M’atra coming to Earth to help defend it against Tsach’s evil hordes.” Glyph said.
“If.” Mahjdi replied.
“If it happens exactly as you have planned.” Mahjdi said back to him.
“What do you mean?”
“Do not be lured into the beautiful scenes the Tapestry has presented, Great One. Drayden himself has likely labeled this montage of images ‘The Propheticals’. They were drawn of future events that have not yet taken place, and as the risk with all prophecy, may not take place at all. Prophecies are guides to but one possible outcome.” Mahjdi explained.
“Well, sure, but look at his track record so far. Drayden has nailed every scene, to the last woven detail, can we really say that this won’t happen?”
Mahjdi smiled. “Precisely. Since the event has not happened yet, equal weight must be given to both sides of the possibility. Whether it will, or will not, take place has yet to be determined. All I suggest is that we should not assume it will be exactly as the scene depicts.”
“Mahjdi is correct, Great One. Prophecies are indeed only meant to be guides, and can be catalysts for change.” Solkit added.
“Let us not forget where Master Drayden discovered these visions to begin with. It is possible that he received them from the Tome of Dark Lore.” Morracor chimed in.
“Damn. You’re right, Morracor. That changes everything.”
“If that is true, then perhaps each scene is a depiction of an event that could change, or bring about, the prophecy’s prediction.” Miatsu said. “Just look at their titles: The Discovery, The Replacement, The Choice, The Beginning, The Plan. They all suggest a change or decision that has been made. And they all appear to be centered around Amos. This could imply that Amos is not just Drayden’s replacement, but may have a much more important role to play in all of this.”
“So the real question is, ‘What is the prophecy’s prediction?'” Glyph asked.
They all turned and stared at the Tapestry. “There is no white square on the right this time, only on the left.” Miatsu noted.
Glyph pressed the square patch to the left, and the scene reverted back to the view of Tsach coming through the gate onto Earth. The patch reappeared to the right again, and touching it, Glyph moved the scene forward to the armies of M’atra coming to Earth. “It’s allowing me to scroll through the scenes at will, but only up to this point. That can’t be all there is.” Glyph decided.
“It may be that it has been programmed to reveal the next scene only after the previous one has taken place.” Miatsu offered.
“But why? Wouldn’t it make more sense to show me the ultimate outcome of things so I could do something about it?” Glyph questioned.
“Master Drayden must have wanted it this way for a reason.” Morracor said, tugging on his pointed beard. “Or, perhaps the Tome of Dark Lore wanted it presented thus so that you could not interfere.” Morracor said.
“Or that he would interfere.” Mahjdi added, as everyone looked at him. “If the outcome of the prophecy was in our favor, then it could be very advantageous to have the Great One second guessing his decisions based solely on the limited view of the future that the Tapestry allowed him to see.” He explained.
Glyph rubbed his eyes and pulled his hands down over his face. ‘Here we go again.’ he thought.
“By my closest estimate, your time here is nearly at an end, Great One.” Mahjdi interjected.
“Crap! I almost forgot.” Glyph exclaimed, trying to wrap his mind around everything that was happening. “All right, this is what we need to do. Mahjdi, have this room of the repository sealed off. I don’t want anyone in here messing with this while I’m gone.”
Mahjdi nodded. “I will see to it immediately, Great One.” He said.
“Miatsu, Morracor.” Glyph said turning toward them. “We have to get that portal up and running as soon as possible. Find Lobrein, Ishea and Prianna and get their help with it. I’m confident the five of you can figure something out.” Glyph instructed.
“We will do as you ask, Glyph.” Miatsu stated firmly, and Morracor nodded his agreement.
“What may I do to help, Great One?” Solkit inquired.
“Send word to all the kingdoms. Tell them the Great One requests their armies’ presence in Priam for the final battle as soon as possible. Get word to Kivas. Tell General Zarish to leave the army with Toban, and meet me here as soon as she can. I think I might have a job that only she can perform.” Glyph directed.
“Of course, Great One.” Solkit replied.
“Oh, and make sure Verto’s journal is accessible. They may need it to get that portal working.”
“If I may be so bold, Great One, what have you decided to do about the scenes you have viewed on the Living Tapestry?” Mahjdi asked.
“I don’t know, Mahjdi, but just thinking that Drayden may have gotten these visions from that evil tome gives me pause about looking at them at all. I’ll know when I get back.” Glyph said.
Quite suddenly a wind blew about the chamber, and Glyph recognized the sign immediately, his conscious was being pulled back to Earth. As the air vanished and the blinding white light engulfed him, Glyph had a bad feeling about where this was headed, and now he was certain it had something to do with Amos.