Floating in an unlit void, yet somehow able to perceive himself and the fact that the void is bluish in colour, the boy who picked for himself the name Lamark spins slowly around his own axis. There is no sense of falling, yet it sounds like air is rushing by him at great speed. Not a hair on his body is ruffled, yet each time he tries to speak he can literally feel the word being torn from his mouth and disappear into the void.Having no choice except to accept his situation, he keeps non-falling for an indeterminate amount of time, before the void changes.
The change is sudden and violent. An electrical storm of blue and yellow lightning encompasses Lamark. This time, however, his terrified screams travel audibly in all directions at once.The storm around him solidifies into a spherical firmament of bluish lightning bolts caught as images embedded in a yellow metal.In the center of this, Lamark is...hovering.His features are changed from human into the goatlike countenance, only, rather than short and black, the horns are long, curving almost all the way around; they're golden.
The spherical shell begins to crack, as images of syringes stretch across the horizon. Needles appear and twist towards him, like steel serpents; tips dripping venom. A couple of needles strike the edges of the crumbling sphere. Click. Click. Lamark brings up his hands to protect himself and catches the glare of twin flashes of icy blue light coming from his own face.In an instant, the massive syringes are blasted apart by amorphous blobs, the surface of which are showing images of Papa Brand, from every time during Lamark's life that Papa Brand has made a satisfied or encouraging remark.The needles evaporate in soft hisses of air.
The storm outside the crackling sphere abates and the sphere resolidifies.Without actually seeing them, Lamark senses filaments probing the outside of the sphere, searching for him; trying to connect, to drag him out and expose him.He senses that they know he's in there, but they can't touch him; can't reach him.
Once again, Lamark floats golden-horned inside the sphere. Untouched, unthreatened, serene.
Right up until he hears a familiar whisper from behind:
"Hey. Goatface" =
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Children of the New Dawn n-logy: Book 2 - Liberated.
Fantasy"After an adjusted new way of living, Fae, Lamark and Dylan continue their own personal journeys towards their goal of knowing the truth. The Institute is changing, and the children are evolving. Becoming much more powerful, and intellectual. What w...
