The Enchantments: Book 4 - The Key of Mulastef

Chapter 17: Looking Past the Obvious

The explosion filled her vision spreading out like a mushroom cloud across the inky black of the horizon. The concuss cloud rippled down the steep rocky face of the mountains flattening trees and anything else that lay in its wake. The deep rumbling shot across the turbulent river which disappeared in the cloud bank shooting forth and filling the cavern below. She stood at the top of the mountain waiting for it to push from the other side and as it did, she felt the heat push up replacing the cold frigid air.

"My god," she whispered to no one and closed her eyes as the first wave pushed up the mountain side.

She felt the heat wash over her but to her surprise, there was no pain, the pressure of the cloud almost took her off her feet. She risked opening her eyes and what she saw made her gasp. Wave after wave of flickering and burning objects jet passed her some coming within inches of her, yet they never came closer. She looked at her watching the destruction continue down the plateau and took in a huge breath. Expecting the heated air to strip her lungs she was even more shocked to feel warm, not scorching air enter her lungs.

"What is going..." she stopped suddenly staring at movement through the cloud of debris. At first, the image was like looking through a rushing waterfall, but closer and closer the figure neared the clearer it became.

Simeneon stepped back expecting the worse something she had come to learn over the past few years. The figure stepped through the veil and staring back at her was the same ghost she had seen in her last dream. He wore different color ebony robes now, and the look on his face was pure malis.

"What's wrong?" She asked nervously taking another step back.

"You must look to the past to see the future," he said angrily.

"I don't know what that means." She screamed back.

"Look to the past..."

"...What?"

"...To see the future!"

She peered at him with more of a confused look than before. She

Shook her head gently and threw her hands in the air in frustration. "Would you people stop talking in riddles?" She screamed.

The wizard rushed over as if at one moment he was there then here. He looked down at Simeneon and glared, the man at least two feet taller than bent over until his face was within inches.

"Look to the past... To see the future," he scolded.

She looked blankly at him.

He reared back and screamed into the air directing the remaining remnants of the explosive cloud into the sky. His wand exploded with the clearest blue beam directly overhead. Simeneon peered in wonder at the spectacle until she saw the beam directed at her. She wanted to move, but her feet seemed rooted in place, and as the beam erupted towards her face, she screamed.

Simeneon sat up her breath still wavering and the scream captured in her throat, her face wet with perspiration plastering blond hair to her skull. Her breath is slowly coming back in waves. Images still fresh in her mind quivered before her as the flickering of flames were still apparent in her vision.

"You saw him again didn't you?" Mogat asked hovering in a sitting position over the fire.

"I wish that fire could affect you," she said sarcastically. She pulled the soaked sheet from her body and stood on shaky legs.