Uhura and I walk further, through the forest and over the hills. We reach a rocky coast.
"My crew should be around here." Uhura tells me.
I nod.
Delicate footfalls lead us to the shore. It was beautiful in the midday sun. The water was a deep purple, like a fine grape communion wine. The pebbles that made up the shore were varying shades of grey. It was breathtaking.
"KIRK? SPOCK?" Uhura yells at the sea.
She scans the water with the bio reader.
"My communications are down. I can't reach them!" Uhura admits defeatedly.
"Surely we can locate them." I encourage her.
I was very thirsty. I hadn't had so much of a drop of water in hours. I try to produce more saliva to swallow, that was the closest to hydration I had gotten.
Hunger never reaches me. I always had fasted more than all the other sages studying under the Papal Mainframe. Perhaps it was because I always felt unworthy of my postion. I was given to the Church as an offering of protection. Similarly, to ally with the Order of the Headless, you must offer up a member of your group to become a headless monk.
My throat was as dry as the Scroll of Evient, locked up and preserved for centuries. I even debated drinking the salt water, though that would make the burning worse and I certainly would be dehydrated then. It was starting to aggravate my head. The discomfort made it laborious to think, to process anything. My brain wanders further than I was walking, and I can hardly hear Uhura cheer from several meters ahead of me.
"Torah?" Her distant voice calls out.
It was the last thing I heard before I hit the ground.
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Author's Note:
Hello all!
I'm glad a few of you enjoy the purposely obsurce story that kinda has turned into a Star Trek/ Doctor Who cross over accidentally. This chapter is dedicated to the fabulous @mauraders4ever . She gave me the confidence to continue P2F by her actually liking it. Maybe we'll learn more about Torah and her past after she wakes up.
Cheers,
cliffhangerbatch
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