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I had slept. The whole world had faded, and then… we were on a boat.
Fang, the Tooth, the Fin of Storm City, he was breathing shallowly and
muttering under his breath, and Katy M said, “He’s all yours.” And the
Tooth was inside my mind, and I sat up. It had been freezing, so cold,
and I walked stiffly off the boat and onto a frozen tundra. The sun sat
at the horizon, to my right, lighting up the wispy clouds above and the
snowy sea-shore, hills and mountains, and behind me, the small, rickety
wooden ship we’d arrived on bobbed in the gentle ocean waves.
Out of the glowing west came a squadron of spiders, of thick, man-sized,
glittery black arachnids, and they hissed and skittered.
“Go,” said my voice, in a language I didn’t understand. “Tell Queen
Anq’Alta that it’s too late. He has the book, and he’s here - the
Scourge Lord will rise again tonight. Tell your queen that you need to
evacuate, or you will all be slaves again – flee to Lordaeron, and find
your old ally Sylvannas. Good luck, friends. We’ll need you in the dark
days ahead.”
The spiders turned, and skittered back into the west, the waning
sunlight glittering pink and orange off their shiny, hard carapaces. I
turned and walked inland.
Ahead of me, towards the night, a great stiletto rose dark against the
darker sky. It was the tower I’d seen in the Silver Sanctum’s frieze –
Varimathras’ tower, his tomb at its peak. I stared up at the impossibly
high apex, and at that moment it began glittering, reflecting bright
white light. The beautiful light descended down the tower, and as it
reached the bottom, the white, full moon rose in the east.
My legs carried me to the tower’s glittering base. A thin stairway
curled up its height, and I stepped onto it and began ascending.
To Be Continued. |
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