FROM WITHIN MIRRORS
“”A being of another … state. A thirster. A greeder. A leecher. A needer. A left-over from the White Table. A being that craves what it doesn’t have anymore, what it remembers vaguely, what it can no longer feel: life.” The mystic rummaged with slender fingers through the satchel she wore around her shoulder, then produced an orb the size of a wood-apple. “Watch closely.”
The orb rolled over red earth and into the tunnel, changing during this movement like a fetus in the womb. The smooth surface became blurry with sprouting hairs, a streaked fur, then something sprawled out that made it wobble and come to a sudden stop. The orb had transformed into a tiny mammal that slowly unfolded its legs, little claws clicking over a patch of rock, eyes glittering in the twilight.
It had barely time to squeal. Before the eyes of Prakan and the mystic, something descended on the orb-turned-critter, swooped down and snatched it. Prakan could only discern something bleak, surrounded by a whirl of phosphorescent symbols whipping through the air – then, the animal was gone, and the shadows seemed … fuller.”
Published in: New Realm, Vol 04, No 03 (February 2016)
Pages: 125 pages