As we waited for the Watchers to decided our fate, I studied the rock enclosure. It felt odd that in the place of the Watchers, nobody was paying attention to me, leaving me alone. The place we were seated was more than just a widening of the chasm we had followed. It was created were two of the fissures crossed, with four massive corners. The sun had long ago set deep down in our culvert, but the sky up above was still glowing orange and red. As I looked, I realized that someone was looking back.
At each of the four rock corners was a face. Looking closer I saw that they were triple faces carved by nature into the living rocks.
The trees weren’t the Watchers! The rocks were. The entire Earth could watch, which is why they knew everything from everywhere. They used others were there was no rock.
I tapped Whindel on the shoulder.
“Don’t bother me, I’m thinking,” the wizard said.
“But the Watchers…”
“…are deciding if they will help us. That’s why I need to think.”
“But they aren’t the Watchers. They are.” I pointed to the rock faces.
Whindel jumped as if stung and followed my gaze.
“We’ll I’ll be, a human seeing where others fail…”
The valley grew still. Everyone, and everything was staring at me. Even Whindel no longer seemed friendly.
The afterglow of the evening died down to complete darkness. I felt a breeze coming down all four valleys.
I closed my eyes and the wind died down. When I reopened my eyes, I was alone on a vast plain.
Alone. I had never felt so alone.
But then there was a deep voice rumbling from the very ground.
“Hello, tiny one.”
“Uhm, sir, sir, uh, whoever, whatever and wherever you are, what are going to do with me?” I asked.
“What am I to do? This is something I must ponder. And you. Perhaps, human, you see too much. But perhaps you were meant to see.”
It grew still again.
“But I must save the world,” I said more to myself than to the large voice. “The Stone of Forgetfulness. Glaucoma. That’s not right. Glarista? No. Glumoric. Yes, Glumoric is taking over.”
I felt the ground sigh, then once more it was still. The uncaring stars wheeled above my head. I was alone and helpless.
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