Epilogue.
The
lone figure paced among the rubble, bulky silhouette picked out by the early
rays of dawn sunshine. He’d been lucky to get out, it had been a close run
fight at times. Then the Previous decided to turn everything upside down in a
calamity of sound and dust. He’d seen such dark magic before, counted himself
quite experienced fighting in the realm of Previous sprites, been injured by
them more than once. People had tried to insist that there were more sensible
explanations, that he was overly superstitious. But where were they now?
Littered among the rubble he was sure.
He
had been able to drag a few from the collapsed building, friend and foe alike.
From the top of the pile he just crested he could see the small triage centre
that he’d overseen the construction of. Against the Previous all were equal,
and he insisted they were treated in this manner. A Drakhan commander had
attempted to interject otherwise, but when he called upon his men to seize the
lonely figure, none would comply. They were too tired of the battle; too few
even understood what they were actually fighting for. A call for an end to the hostilities from the big man
therefore found a receptive audience.
It
had been hours since the explosion now, little hope of finding more survivors.
But he persisted. Would not rest until little hope turned into no hope.
Something in the rubble glinted a little way down the pile he had just crested.
He stomped over to it, rocks tumbling down the hill, dusty eddying in the cool
morning breeze. It looked like a pebble, but it had straight ages. The man
frowned. He bent to pick it up, it was rectangular in shape, smooth edges. Fit
in the palm of his hand quite snugly. He turned it over in his hands. One side
and the edges were a pale stone in colour, but the other side was a glossy
black. There was a slight indent on the top where he rested a finger. The
glossy black changed colour, colourful shapes flowed across it, dancing in
front of him.
The
man yelped, dropped the stone which bounced a little way down the rubble pile.
He looked around quickly, checking if anyone had heard or seen him yelp. He
cared little for how other perceived him these days, but all the same, being
seen to be scared by a stone was too much even for him. No one had looked up
from the triage centre, attention fixed on more pressing matters down below.
His gaze returned back to the rubble pile, from which the odd straight edged
pebble still glowed.
Tentatively
he stepped towards it. The shapes had stopped swirling, replaced by a more
static glow. He frowned, a vague recognition echoing in his mind. A large hand
reached down, first prodded the device, and when no Previous spirit emerged,
picked back up the dark technology. The recognition intensified as he turned
the device round so the glowing side was the other way up. It had Elder
writings on it.
He
squinted. No one would describe him as an academic, but he did have some
writings. It had been a while since he had used them, but if he could just
wrack his memory then he was sure it would come to him. He scratched his head,
yes, it was starting to make sense.
WELCOME
TO THE GLOBAL FREE CONTENT ENCYCLOPAEDIA
“Welcome”
made it seem friendly enough, but could easily be a Previous trap. He needed to
be careful. “To the” was obvious enough, then there were a few words he didn’t
really understand, other than “free” which if it was attached to the word
“beer” was his favourite word in the whole of the seven counties. But there was
no mention of beer. Instead there was “Encyclopaedia”. Now that was an odd
sounding word, but it was familiar. He’d spent some time with some clever folk
in the past, tried his best to pay attention. An encyclopaedia was some kind of
fancy book that explained everything in all the lands. Could be useful. But
also could be some sort of trap. He peered closer. Underneath the large letters
was a smaller entry.
Please
enter your name or logon details:
He
had no idea what a “logon” was, but the other words seemed to be asking for his
name. Seemed very polite, maybe it was not so bad after all. Or maybe that was
what the Previous wanted him to think. His face hardened. How would he tell?
This could be a valuable find, but it could be a devious Previous plan to suck out
his soul.
His
thumb brushed against the front of the device. All of a sudden, as if in
response, a grid appeared, filled with a combination of Elder letters and what
he presumed were Previous symbols. Tentatively he put a finger against one of
the letters. That same letter appeared in a box next to the weird “logon”
request. The Previous device obviously wanted to know his name. For what reason
he could not tell. Maybe to see if he was worthy of the information within? Or
perhaps to identify the poor sap whose soul they were about to steel?
He
needed to be cunning. He’d worked with cunning people before, some of the best
in the lands. What would they do? The frown deepened. So the Previous wanted a
name, but did it matter what name? Don’t given them your own name, he thought,
that might give them power over you. So another name. But what? Completely
different and the previous may spot the ruse. Something in between. Not his
real name, but something he’d been called before, perhaps. A lie, but not a
complete lie. In an instant he had it. Chubby fingers pushed at the letters on
the device.
Please
enter your name or logon details: a misterius avenger
THE
END
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