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Note – this is part seven of the story, Towards the Light. Click here for previous. Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)
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. Continue reading
Note – this is part six of the story, Towards the Light. Click here for previous. Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)
The windmill creaked and groaned in the evening breeze. We had walked right up to it without any problems. What had the wizard meant when he said it was one of the Beasts?
As if hearing my thought, Whindel stopped, smiled at me and waved a hand.
In place of the windmill was a crouching giant. The giant became aware that it had been exposed and stood up, its face turning bright red. He turned to leave. Continue reading