Elaina J. Davidson's Blog, page 86
October 26, 2023
Feast Night
Happy Halloween!
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The town of Flarantis abandoned to its fate, year after year. Year after year the people ofFlarant lose their children to the ghosts and ghouls on All Hallows Eve. Theycannot flee. They are beyond all hope. And then a stranger enters the town inthe days leading up to the event. This year, there is difference in the air.This year, the children are not alone.
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Lore Excerpt: UNICORN
FrozenForest
ITWAS EVEN COLDER when he headed out into the dark.Torrullin cursed as he stumbled over roots and branches, but dared not createlight to ease his path. It took hours in the cold and dark to situate everytrap in a wide perimeter and to draw the shield to encompass all, buteventually it was done, and he could head back. The lure of hot coffee was anall-consuming need.
As he approached the gate somethingnew in the environment drew his attention. Until then the forest was filledwith the usual night sounds - owls, scuttling creatures, a flap of wings,squeaks - and now everything was silent. That kind of quiet generally occurredwhen something new was in the region and the creatures waited to see whether itmeant danger or something to be safely ignored. This silence went beyond whatwas there while he tramped around.
He could not see, but he could feel.
First came the silence, and he stoodstill.
Then came hot breath on his cheek.
He did not react, but his heartjerked wildly. He made no move.
Lorinin.
His heart thumped hard. Gods. “Whoare you?”
What am I?
Fine. A game. What are you?
A slight glow appeared over his leftshoulder. He turned with exaggerated care. The glow strengthened and took form.This time his heart threatened to burst from its confines.
You are surprised.
Torrullin placed a hand over hisheart. More than words can describe.
It was a creature of myth andlegend. The purity of goodness. The beauty of tireless strength. A unicorn.White, ethereal and incredibly beautiful. It made no sound as it moved to standin his field of view, its hooves silvery and seeming to float above the forestfloor. A horn of incredible simplicity glowed faintly blue from the centre ofits forehead and long lashes swept over pale sad eyes as it studied Torrullin.
Many years ago, the little flower needed aid.
Rose. You created her citadel.
I could not feed her. I wish I could have fed her.
She survived. Today she is strong.
I am glad.
Is this your domain? Torrullinasked.
We do not claim domain, Lorinin. We are and we are not.
You call me Lorinin.
Your blood sings with song so glorious the multiverse awaitsthe next note with breathless anticipation.
He was out of his depth. Thiscreature spoke of the multiverse; it thus transcended every barrier. My song must be filled with fury.
No.
I do not understand.
The time comes. Go forth now and find the Danae. I shallguard your charges. No harm shall befall them on my watch. I shall answer everyquestion you may have, I promise, but you must ask it with the Danae at yourside. He needs you more than you need clarity.
Where is he? Do you know?
The storm has gathered and must unleash. In havoc will newtools be forged. Enter the void of lifelessness, Torrullin Lorinin Valla.
Elianas is in the void?
He may be tracked from inside. Energy of that magnitudeholds what he is together.
I must do this alone.
The magical head dipped. The seer would not survive it.
How much time do I have?
Never enough.
Torrullin moved closer.
The unicorn retreated. Stay in place. It is hard to maintain thelight under your shield.
Torrullin halted.
Other spaces may be forced onto your plane of confrontation.
Why?
I am not a farseer, Lorinin, but I offer this advice. Bringwhat you need together and do so without hesitation. It places your song aboveall, and thus they must listen.
How do I do this?
The Danae knows.
He threaded a hand through his hair.He seemed to do that with regularity in this new present. Gods. Concentrate.Elianas possessed a greater answer. Was that what their games were about?
Elianas Danae is not aware that he knows.
How do I then ask the question?
You ask nothing. You touch.
A wry laugh erupted from his throat,loud in the silence. Please elaborate.
There was no sound and no movementfor many minutes. The unicorn stood as if frozen, but its glow did notdissipate. Clearly it was thinking. Perhaps it, too, knew moments of self-doubt.I shall now do something I may not havethe right to interfere with, and yet I trust this will aid you in forging thetools of the future. Please wait.
Torrullin waited, and wondered whatthat communication meant. The unicorn pulsed with shivering light, and it movedforward swiftly. It halted a breath away from him and transformed into a columnof light. An instant after, Torrullin suffered a hard tug at the centre of hisgut, and looked convulsively down.
A flowing river of gold translucencebridged the tiny space separating them, joining them. Then he was emptied, andflew back to land hard up against a tree. Snow shuddered on the branchesoverhead and tumbled over him. Shaking and spluttering, he straightened.
The unicorn had retaken form, butnow a faint golden glow emanated from within the white silver. The Goddess of Souls is removed.
Motionless thought assailed himthen. It meant absolute change.
Touch is safe, Lorinin.
No, it was not. Every temptationcould now be bridged.
He is not your brother. He is your Eternal Companion, as youare his. Touch is safe. Touch, and your answer will be there.
This changes all.
The time for that is due.
Perhaps. Torrullin nearlyhyperventilated in the onset of emotions, of questions … of need.
For years and ages, the battles have run and they werefought and there was result, and nothing altered. The same questions plague andthe same answers disappoint. Personalities of the past have intertwined intothis time and others, and it is time to be free of them and what remainsstagnant. Unleash the storm, Lorinin, and allow the song freedom. It is theright moment to change the concept of time.
Time?
Yes.
I do not understand.
The Danae knows. Ask.
Touch?
No, ask this of him direct. He must then answer.
He was afraid to. Elianas was noteasily confronted.
My time in light is at an end. Theglow that was the unicorn began to fade. Ihave the watch, do not fear, and we shall again speak. Bring the Danae.
The forest was dark, a greater darkthan before, and gradually the sounds of normality intruded to prove the stateof otherness had passed. Torrullin stood in that dark and carefully examinedevery thought shared, and understood he had no choice.
In a nowhere place, everything is possible.
At the time of Tianoman Valla’s Naming, a blue sphere hoversin the scrying bowl, along with a silver cathron in an ebony floor. The timefor that future is due, for beyond realms and the known universe, a mightymanipulation commences, and it assumes the form of blue spherical space.
This is a Nowhere Sphere.
Tianoman is kidnapped by an enemy believed dead, and takento the place where a silver cathron knocker lurks in the darkness of a polishedsurface, where also a crucible swirls in vapour, creating within an entity thatcannot be permitted life.
An entire planet is vaporised, and souls scream for releasein the aftermath. As Torrullin Valla’s memory returns after the event onEcholone, his ability to forgive is buried in the layers time has laid down, andnow he needs to care, to feel again, to forgive. He must travel the voidcreated by anti-matter to find not only Tianoman and the other Vallas, but alsoElianas Danae, for he will suffer most.
In Nowhere, everything that moves in hearts, minds and soulswill become the answers Torrullin requires to again known himself. It will alsounmask the Danae.
THE NOWHERE SPHERE
