Both began to feel really, really odd. The sensation
was akin to the way Dell remembered feeling as a 12 year
old when he'd heard some scientist lecturing on unusual
artifacts dug up around ancient civilizations. These
artifacts were what appeared to be batteries. Some kind of
power cells of a forgotten race which had apparently,
beyond all the progressive logic of modern thinking, used
them to power something. There was more: the speaker
expounded on the mind-boggling accuracy of the Mayan
calendars which, when compared with data gathered from our
advanced instruments, were pretty much dead on.
Conclusion: the ancients were no fools. They knew
things we in our shimmering cities of incandescent bulbs
and glass high-rises have no idea about. Dell recalled
that upon hearing this information, he felt almost sick to
his stomach. It was just too far outside his paradigm.
This is just how he felt now. Flowers blooming in
pitch-darkness were pretty challenging, mentally. He
slumped to his haunches, and then fell altogether to his
seat, clumsily upsetting his lantern and extinguishing its
glow.
"I don't like this."
YOU ARE READING
Dell's Journey
FantasyThere comes a time when every man must go on a journey. This is Dell's story.
