Beacons in The Dark

Chapter 27 - Under The Tree

"Look for the downward spiral, but also the rung of the ladder." - excerpt from Max Ebb's 'Stories of McManus"

Nami sat before Xerath, watching him intently. Over the past weeks, he had seen amazing sights, that go beyond the though of belief. He had watched antigrav escapades without a capacitor, had seen them implosion of molecules without a smasher, teleporation with a telecaster.

What am I to do? he asked himself nightly, under the aquaeous light as he sat under the everdark trees, his hands clasped firmly behind his whitelighted hair.

Hectagonal stars passed overhead, shaped by engineers for efficient energy dispersion, but still Krist remained hidden. Xerath had talked to him often, and some of the others had as well; and Nami had listened intently to their words, and the meanings behind them.

They often spoke of webs and congruity, of interconnectedness and the rationale of nothing being something and vice versa.

"No sense at all, I say." he said in his native Trowan tongue, one of long vowels and vibrating consonants, the fluid sacs in his arms murmuring quitly with whitish blue light along to his heightened state.

It was strange being here, away from Blue, whom he was assured was alive, but his last view of the Loremaster had been of his death. Yet the impossible was possible here, and he could not help but hold a kernel of hope inside himself that what Xerath said was indeed true.

Because if it was, there was a paradigm shift coming, and it would be nearly impossible to stop