“Maybe three weeks...” Jack
said, snickering at his pinecone-sized companion.
“Well, how much longer?”
“I can’t say.” He answered
honestly. “I’ve never been more than a
few days out from the farm before.”
“So you don’t even know
where we’re going?” the sprite asked incredulously, mouth wide with her hands
on her hips.
“Of course I don’t.” Jack
said with a chuckle. “But Mom told me of
a country temple out this way. I figured
the priests could point us in the right direction.”
“That’s Layne’s temple.” Ahn
whispered, more to herself than to Jack.
“That’s alright.” He
replied. “Let’s just leave the past in
the past. Look toward the future Ahn,
toward the Pinnacle.”
Ahn nodded.
Just then a distant,
tortured scream split the air. It was
daunting and Ahn flew to Jack and hid behind his shirt collar.
“What of the Triune was
that?” Jack breathed, also uneasy.
“It sounded terrible.” Ahn
said in a hushed tone, peeking one eye out to look at him.
Jack doused the fire and
examined the rolling landscape, searching for the source of the bellow as his
eyes adjusted to the moonlight. He
thought he saw some motion to the north, but… yes. Something was out there.
“Stay here with Magus.” He
told Ahn quietly, pulling her from his shirt and sitting her on the
ground. “Something is moving out
there. I’m going to have a look.”
Copyright
© 2012 by Stephen L. Morgan.
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