There was no immediate reply, just the sound of hands being
vigorously rubbed together. In time, the
person at the fire stood erect, pulling back a fur-lined hood with slender
fingers now returned to life and feeling.
With one graceful movement, the cape, with hood attached, was swept from
handsome shoulders revealing the comely form of a woman goddess. Tall, muscular, sensual, the fire could not
disguise this woman’s beauty. As young
in appearance as a sprite, but with a haunting face and furrowed brow as
ancient as the mountains, this woman was no child, but an ancient of Ancients,
a witch from before the dawns of time.
The firelight flickered across ghost-grey eyes, revealing a
latent power held in check by an iron will whose struggles had weathered such a
handsome face into stone-like beauty.
But the eyes burned bright, full of spirit, even as the body gradually
withered from a cancer slowly consuming its might.
There was no smile in the woman’s reply…no emotion nor
energy…it having been consumed by the winter storm. “I took the lone night patrol along the
Nebulan Cloud Bank. It interrupts our
inter-ship communication as well as our scanners. No one is expecting to hear from me for many
hours.”
Looking around the room, the woman shook her head, recalling
innocent days of long ago. “I have not
visited this place since the constellations of the AntonSodoney rose in
celebration over the southern hills of EdenEsonbar and Gradian’s Clock chimed
the coming hour of rebirth. That is
nearly twenty-six thousand years past.
Was I the last of my kind to seek the solace of this haven? For I sensed my spirit still lingering upon
the handle of the door.”
Green eyes twinkled, recalling fond memories, while a head
nodded dreamily. “Yes. Yes, it is so. Do you not yet know that you, alone, have
been my only love to have discovered this place? I built it for you, my lovely one, long ago,
when the universe beyond EdenEsonbar still belonged to the ‘Ones who came
before’. It is full of mystery and
secrets that only you hold the key to. I
had envisioned it as a gift to you when the secret of life was revealed to my
children.” The person saddened, shaking
her head. “Alas, it shall never see such
innocent mirth as I purposed. This place
will, instead, become your sanctuary in future days when the worlds are again
at peace. I am but the caretaker of it
until that hour arrives.”
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