‘Merren?’ he rumbled, quietly, pensively.
‘Yes Oroc?’ “Pivy,” replied, frowning, for he felt the waves of worry flowing out of the dragon.
‘Merren, the gift is given and I should leave you now…’ Oroc said.
‘Yes, that is so,’ Merren said, nodding slowly.
‘You know of course, that there are no such things as dragons?’ the dragon said. ‘You understand what I truly am?’
‘Yes, yes I think so,’ Merren said. ‘Your physical form on this plane, your manifestation in this world, is as a dragon but you are much more than that. You are… elemental.’
‘Then you are aware, that beings such as I are very close to… Her?’ Oroc continued, Merren nodded again.
‘It is not exactly that we speak with her but we do know her wishes.’
Merren didn’t say anything, he could already sense what was coming next, feel it in the air and in the earth.
‘I believe she wishes me to stay with you,’ Oroc said.
‘Because, something very dark and very terrible is coming?’ Merren said, knowing he was right.
‘Yes, Merren,’ Oroc said, ‘Something very dark and very, very terrible…’
To be continued, when we take…
The Road to Bell Hill
Also, by Robin Tompkins…
Omar, the
Teller of Tales
And Other Stories
“Draw closer... closer, that you might clearly hear my words; for in the telling of tales, the softly spoken word may carry more power than the shout... the silence between words, more power than the words themselves.
“I know this, because I am Omar, the Teller of Tales.”
Omar, the Teller of Tales, winner of the British Fantasy Society Short Story Prize for 2010 and thirty more stories.
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