Creus(Full Book)

Part 27

He saw a building. Old, demiloriated... Dust rose in the air, but vines caught it with leaves. Vines... Vines and vines...Walls of ivy extended over the building. It wrapped around the building in colorful displays. Red and green, intertwining to form stronger bonds. It hung from all sides, loosely and with strength. Dust rose in smoke-like fumes from the building... The vines ran past him, staying still, covering, suffocating, restricting, and constricting the clay building with time... Cracks ran up along the sides, and mortar fell and cracked as he stepped forward... Footprints lay in his path, similar to his own, but blue and glowing... A triangle, a point of metal, extended out of the building, out of the red and green tendrils...Reed roof tiles clacked as wind blew dust to him...He coughed, and waved more dust away.

When he went inside, he saw a mosaic. A face, smiling, with hair. He saw Protennessen. An old mosaic of Protennessen. With cracks running up it's face, and dust covering some features. Tiles ran up on slants, but he set them back in their place... He turned around, looking past the vines for human features... He saw brick... He saw clay... He saw statues, idols of clay, and Laphanist markings... A Laphanist church... He stood inside a Laphanist church...

While he turned, he saw the footprints again, and followed them. They winded into the outer walls, and outside, where the birds twittered and a cold breeze blew. He placed his feet inside the footprints, and went past fallen twigs and dry leaves....

Then, he saw it. A circle, and a handprint. It glowed blue, same as the Prophet's hand... The Prophet's handprint... It flickered, and pulsed, vines grew around it. It seemed like a beating blue heart, pumping its blue blood onto the ground...