November 25, 2023, 01:17 PM
He caught a glimpse of something- and it was unsettling.
It sounded like a threat. He blinked out, and took himself to the source and found himself standing over his sleeping mate, and knew from the pattern of her breath that she was dreaming. He wondered if he could step in, and see what she was seeing- but as soon as he felt himself begin to slip into her subconsciousness, he felt himself slammed back by a brute force that was immediately recognizable.
Niamh.
She was a whirl of smoking, golden mist as she streaked past him, and he followed for some time- until he saw her beckon a great divide in the earth. Real darkness slipped up from the ground, consuming everything it touched in its absolute shadow. It was as if the earth had been pulled apart at the seams there, and whatever lay beyond, below, was something too horrifying to be seen. He watched his mother disappear into the gap of pitch black, which for some reason seemed to beckon him too. He remained back, but eavesdropped.
He recognized his mother's voice, and heard the voice of another; a voice that was all voices in one. He felt a chill along his spine as he recognized it as the voice which had called him to leave his body behind.
"It would be a fair deal."
'You do not define the balance.'
"You would get what you want and so would I, it's fair! I know you want this more than I do-"
'You know nothing!' The voice boomed. Bronco flattened himself against the ground. An uncharacteristically warm breeze came from the gap in the ground and melted the frost beneath him.
The voices resumed their conversation, but much quieter now. He couldn't make out the words; but eventually, he saw a flash of light come from the tear in the ground- and a veil of golden mist rose up, and dissipated. Without a sound, the gap in the earth slipped shut, leaving no trace of ever having been little more than a shadow.
Needless to say, Bronco was quite shaken as he returned to the Lake where he and Killdeer had come, trying to make sense of what it was that he had seen and heard. It still felt right to be here- but it also felt as though something very wrong was about to happen, too. Whatever it was, it was going to happen soon- so he moved toward Killdeer hoping they could make the final leg of the journey today- only to see his son's shoulders lifting and jostling, head bowed as he cried.
"Hey, hey, hey," He said softly as he approached. "Bud, what's goin' on?" He asked, his eyes searching for an explanation. "What happened?"
It sounded like a threat. He blinked out, and took himself to the source and found himself standing over his sleeping mate, and knew from the pattern of her breath that she was dreaming. He wondered if he could step in, and see what she was seeing- but as soon as he felt himself begin to slip into her subconsciousness, he felt himself slammed back by a brute force that was immediately recognizable.
Niamh.
She was a whirl of smoking, golden mist as she streaked past him, and he followed for some time- until he saw her beckon a great divide in the earth. Real darkness slipped up from the ground, consuming everything it touched in its absolute shadow. It was as if the earth had been pulled apart at the seams there, and whatever lay beyond, below, was something too horrifying to be seen. He watched his mother disappear into the gap of pitch black, which for some reason seemed to beckon him too. He remained back, but eavesdropped.
He recognized his mother's voice, and heard the voice of another; a voice that was all voices in one. He felt a chill along his spine as he recognized it as the voice which had called him to leave his body behind.
"It would be a fair deal."
'You do not define the balance.'
"You would get what you want and so would I, it's fair! I know you want this more than I do-"
'You know nothing!' The voice boomed. Bronco flattened himself against the ground. An uncharacteristically warm breeze came from the gap in the ground and melted the frost beneath him.
The voices resumed their conversation, but much quieter now. He couldn't make out the words; but eventually, he saw a flash of light come from the tear in the ground- and a veil of golden mist rose up, and dissipated. Without a sound, the gap in the earth slipped shut, leaving no trace of ever having been little more than a shadow.
Needless to say, Bronco was quite shaken as he returned to the Lake where he and Killdeer had come, trying to make sense of what it was that he had seen and heard. It still felt right to be here- but it also felt as though something very wrong was about to happen, too. Whatever it was, it was going to happen soon- so he moved toward Killdeer hoping they could make the final leg of the journey today- only to see his son's shoulders lifting and jostling, head bowed as he cried.
"Hey, hey, hey," He said softly as he approached. "Bud, what's goin' on?" He asked, his eyes searching for an explanation. "What happened?"
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it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun - by Killdeer - November 22, 2023, 07:54 PM
RE: it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun - by RIP Bronco - November 25, 2023, 01:17 PM
RE: it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun - by Killdeer - November 26, 2023, 09:17 AM
RE: it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun - by RIP Bronco - November 27, 2023, 12:48 PM
RE: it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun - by Killdeer - November 28, 2023, 08:18 PM
RE: it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun - by RIP Bronco - November 30, 2023, 08:48 PM
RE: it's a sliver of glass; it is life, it's the sun - by Killdeer - November 30, 2023, 10:19 PM