Meanwhile, Zack was sweating. He had completed his day’s chores. And his master had showed signs of acclaim, probably because Zack had worked like his own self and not at the sluggish pace that had almost become a habit for him in the past week.
He now lay in the shed on the haystack, satisfied with himself and his work.
And yet he was sweating. He knew it couldn’t be the heat, the weather had been considerably joyful all through the day, and was pleasant even now. And it wasn’t just the sweat that was bothering Zack. There was something in his head. It was not the headache, he was sure of it. That feeling, that pain, had been way too different. No, this was something else. There was this nagging feeling inside his head, as if there was a struggle going on.
His mind seemed to be going places of its own accord. And at times, very occasionally, but real nevertheless, he saw a bright blue light, as if he was deep underwater. He saw this not through his eyes but through his mind. And then the light abruptly faded, as if a switch was suddenly (and forcefully) turned off.
Zack never understood any of this. It was going to be a long night for him.
At the same time, but thousands of miles away, Chiron was trembling with effort.
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Chaos
FantasyA tale of a boy who was suddenly snatched from his world and thrown into a world filled with things he couldn't understand. A tale of men and women who had at their disposal powers that could wreak havoc on mankind. A tale of elements, with each one...
