Wasteland

10

Matter of Time

Serpants they smbolize time or Infinity.

It had been a couple days since Brea had returned to land, a couple days since the chase between Rian and Deet began. And mere hours since The Skeksis had perfected the garthium.

The scientist's mechanical eye flickered in the dimly lit halls of the castle. He, along with the others squawked and screeched. Now that the issue of perfection was solved..

The plan could begin.

The Skeksis had planned to draw all the gelfling in using a staged attack, then they'd unleash 14 of the 18 garthium upon them. They'd allow the remaining amalgamations to scrounge and search for gelfling who did not group to fight.

Gelfling who where either too weak or too careless.

The Skeksis weren't the most clever or intelligent creatures, they where desperate. The thought of they're demise tuanted them.

Like the hypnotizing aromas of steak dangling in front of the eyes of a hunting wolf.

Weary, I'm oh so weary.

If only this could end.

Hope, sanity, happiness.

Is it out of my reach?

Deet grew tired, constantly chasing the boy, a few nights became a week or restless hunting. Her health only began to worsen.

Sure it had began to adapt, however, the intoxicating presence of her unfortunate friend left her addicted.

Her eyes filled with dust. Her matted hair, clotted with dried blood. Her consciousness slipping away as the seemingly eternal darkness began to fill her head, clearing her thoughts.

The smell had become fainter and fainter.

Then Deer passed out. Her legs screaming in agony, and her malnourished body on the brink of death.

She fell deep into a dreamless slumber.