Part two of a Christian allegorical piece in the tradition of Tolkien and Lewis but with it's own unique style and elements. It continues the story of a aged Mystic and his young Protege on a perilous trek being hunted by dark forces bent on bringing about their destruction!
Sa’nah awoke with a start! She felt cold. Not the external type that afflicted the skin but the one that chilled the soul.
Earlier that evening, they had sought shelter from the elements in an abandoned cave.
Now, as she sat up, her senses coming alive, the wisdom of that decision seemed dubious. She was sure she heard something stir from within the cave depths.
She got up, carefully laying aside the blanket and crept from where she was so as not to disturb Ka’diysh and ventured into the darkness.
It’s not as if she wasn’t aware of the danger - she was - but it’s like there was this compelling force that wrestled her common sense to the ground and held it captive as she proceeded.
Stealing away she glanced back at her aged Mentor; the warmth of the Glow-Stones kept him toasty and comfortable so that his sleep was both satisfying and deep.
Sa’nah melted into the ebony shroud of the cave and continued until the only sound was that of her faint footsteps furtively falling on the floor.
What had she heard? Was it real?
Then she saw them.
They appeared to be hybrid Human and Black-Hound. She could, by the small light of the Moon-Stone necklace she wore, discern that there were two of them.
These beasts lacked the menacing demeanor of the former minions of The Nameless and exhibited uncannily human characteristics. For one thing, they walked uprightly and secondly, they spoke.
“Hello, Youngling,” crooned the first Were-Beast as it came within talking distance.
“You can speak?” Sa’nah asked, more a statement than a question.
“Of course we do young Princess, after all, we wouldn’t make good negotiators if we lacked speech would we?” The second Man-Hound replied.
“A proposal!” He declared. “Our Master has decided to offer you and the Priest safe passage to Ellendale for one small token.”
“What’s that?” Sa’nah asked, still not completely trusting her senses to the unfolding scenario.
“Do you know what The Elmerydian is?” Inquired the first of the two creatures.
“Of course.” Sa’nah said, some pride spilling over the edges of her words. “I am an Adept-in-Training. It is mine to know of such things. What is it to you, creature? I’ve dealt with your kind before and I’m not afraid of you!”
“Of course not, Princess.” Chimed the second beast. “You have Andalyon blood in your veins. You know no fear, right?”
Just then Sa’nah felt her chest beginning to constrict and became aware of the difficulty in breathing.
“Wha..? What’s h-h-hap…?” She gasped, sinking to her knees.
Why Princess, whatever is the matter? Beast # 2 asked, a sly smirk erupting on his face.
“Sa’nah?” The voice sounded strange, as though coming from some unfathomable depth. “Sa’nah!” It began growing stronger. “Listen to my voice, Princess! Listen to ME!”
The Man-Hounds pressed in and Sa’nah felt like a vise was slowly crushing her ribcage.
“No weapon of fear shall afflict my soul, in Jzhan Chrys'tell I’m fearless and bold.” The words ascended from her spirit as though on wings. “I have overcome and conquered all, by the power of Jzhan mine enemies fall.” The Were-Beasts began dissolving into thin air right before her eyes as Sa’nah recognized the divine presence of The Light of Ki’ Shara releasing the healing balm of His words into her soul.
“Sa’nah!” The voice was insistent and reassuring. Slowly, she opened her eyes to the pastoral face of Ka’diysh, her Mentor. “You suffered another residual psychic attack.”
“The cowards attacked me while I slept this time.” Sa’nah responded. There were two of them, some kind of strange Man-Beasts but He delivered me just like He promised. I can still sense His presence with me!”
“The Light of Ki’ Shara is faithful to His word, Sa’nah. He will ALWAYS perform it!” Ka’diysh had that far away look in his eyes as though remembering some past personal promise performed by The Potentate.
“How long will the attacks continue?” Sa’nah’s eyes were hopeful.
“You’ve passed the worst, Princess; I sense his hold over you has weakened considerably. The Nameless One can only bully the ignorant and you are anything but. Keep meditating on the words of The Scrolls, in them is healing for your spirit and soul.”
“As I think on Him all strife must cease, for He will keep my mind in peace.” Sa’nah quoted from the VeoCode as they bowed their heads in prayer.
Let yourself take on a sexy adventurous read, walk on the sensual dark side of human adventure through the shadows of your mind. And, challenge your senses of the normal versus the paranormal, and the abnormal. Accept the quest, get onboard and disco
