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Sunday, March 3, 2013

Banished Hex


Photo: Terry Tabors/Dash Files



Prologue

Beyond the Volcanoes of Corallik, the wet mud and ash road finally broke at the edge of the barren plateau. A bottomless cavity stopped the four travelers from continuing their journey on horseback. The tired horses gave a temperamental whinny as the sheets of rain cascaded down from the dark skies; black clouds were momentarily ripped white by bright slashes of lightning. One of the weary riders, a colossal man with blue eyes, dismounted and looked through the storm. Beyond the precipice was a large and ominous tower, a spiraled structure of twisted metal stretched outward in a hazy gleam of grey metal.  Standing above the tower was a hooded figure no taller than a young boy. His grey beard, however, gave away his age. In his eyes was stillness, a red stillness that both welcomed and despised the wanderers’ approach.



“He’s waiting, just as we thought.” The dismounted rider held the reigns to his horse, a heavy broadsword was slung over a blue tunic covering his back. Out of the four, he was the largest. A smooth jaw trickled rainwater as he spoke. “Pray he does not prove difficult.” 


“He will,” said another rider as she strung a longbow and notched an arrow with a bulbous yellow head. She pulled the string back with sharp confidence. The arrow shot forth and hissed through the rain, aiming at the man on the tower. The arrowhead exploded a meter before impact in a multitude of exquisite bands of golden light. The luminescence morphed and molded into humanoid figures resembling skeletons armed with curved daggers. They flew swiftly towards the bearded man. Twisting his mouth upwards, the old man gave a smile. With both arms outstretched, he blinked his red eyes and the world seemed to stop.    


The skeletons stayed themselves midflight and lost their glow. Raindrops were a million tiny jewels held by invisible string. An arch of lightning was extended halfway across the sky. The man pushed the bones aside like flower petals in a pond and floated down from the twisted tower, his dark robe relaxed in the stiff wind and rain. When he was over the pit that had stopped the four wanderers, he blinked away. 



“Stand together,” the last traveler said. Out of the four, the one bringing up the rear did not ride a horse. He was a lanky man around the age of forty. His spine was hunched and he wore leather leggings and a green leather vest. Two thick bands of soaking black hair outlined his gruff face and covered his shoulders. He sat down and crossed his legs underneath himself. He placed a finger into the ground and his eyes flashed emerald. The remaining three stood with their backs together. With a loud snap, thin metal rods rose from the earth and surrounded the companions. A thick string of lightning descended and licked one of the rods and dispersed the current throughout. Thunder boomed overhead and the bearded man reappeared in front of the wanderer dressed in blue. The lightning rods separated them.



With a thin laugh, the bearded man locked his red eyes on blue ones. “Green cannot save you forever,” he said. He touched one of the rods and the volts brought him to his knees. “I…I can see that all have gotten stronger. The Volcanoes of Corallik was my last line of defense. How did you defeat Essen? Why do you seek me?” He lifted himself from the wet earth.



“You do not know why we seek you?” said the traveler upon a horse wearing a dark orange robe. An orange crystal was loose around his neck. “I know you can feel it. I also know that your sacraments have increased.” His right hand grabbed the medallion and he looked into it. His eyes began to glow the same orange color as the crystal. “We must complete the Hex before she dies.”


- Terry
 
 
 
 








 
 
 

   
 

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