37: Blind canyon
I traveled hard and fast today. I did not even stop to hunt, merely activating the Shadow Shield and disappearing when the creatures of the wastes crossed my path. When I grew fatigued I drew on my flask of restorative and hurried on. Miles of sand passed under my boots. All day I was driven by the impending dusk.
Were the blocky pillars at the mouth of this canyon the teeth of the wind? The wind howls down the canyon. The canyon floor was shrouded in late afternoon shadow, and murky with dust. Is that light strata high on the cliff face the skin of the pearl? Or have I taken a wrong turning, seeing what I wanted to see? There were scant moments when I reached the canyon's head. I must await the dawn.
Am I on the threshold of destiny, or death?
4 Comments:
Thank you for coming back with some more Arvil! Incidently, is there anything you can do about these spammers? (I do realize that it must be much more annoying to the author who thinks he has actual reader response, but I think we'd all appreciate their absence from this site.)
I trash em out as soon as I see them, but other than that, unfortunately the only thing I can do is turn off the comment fields.
This is tremendous! I so clearly remember this moment - uncertainty, fear, and the strain of attack make this part of the mission nerve-wrackingly exhausting! good to have you back.
- Angela
Talk about coming back with a bang...
Each entry is really nicely done. I'm sure everyone will agree when I say that we all appreciate your exertions in getting AB caught back up to date.
Thanks,
-Bravo
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