The Tear Drop (Chapter 9, page 1 of 8)


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Chapter 9

I could still hear the distant murmurings of the troubled giant in the distance as I made my way through the pass on the other side of the field. But his voice went with the mist as love goes with a kiss. It was swallowed up by the cloistered air. The enclosure of rock rose higher than before, like stone spires. Curls of smoke formed rings around the tips of stone like bands of gold. I reached up as if they were real, for they looked as such, with the playful intention of placing them on my finger. But just as I suspected, the rings vanished as my hand passed through them, melting away as if they'd been the victim of a refining fire.

The path of arched stone led downward, as I'd hoped. It went almost in a straight line, with a few mentionable twists. Fortunately, the air gradually cleared with the lowering in altitude. But, there was still little in the way of sunlight. The whole of it proved to be remarkably strange for indeed there was light, but the source of it was indeterminable. It was somewhat likened to that of being indoors, where the light of a candle or iridescent light bulb was the light's cause. Shadows were cast in numerous divisions from their original source. All the while I searched for the sun and clouds in the sky, but I couldn't even spot the sky itself. Above me was the invisible expanse interrupted by swirling clouds of mist; hardly anything like clouds. Unlike the sun baked fields, the land of eternal dawn or the darklands beyond them, this was neither night nor day. What lay before me was a twilight of the world, a world. It was just as when the sky has that look right before it rains, to where, it is neither raining nor is it 'dry.' It was a world between worlds, or that is how I had thought of it.

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