Monday, October 3, 2011

(Dreams) Prologue

A little intro that doesn't make and sense, but that i feel needed to be there for later reference and current insight. :)

A boy watched the wall with fear and apprehension. The sky was darker than he could ever remember it. It reminded him of night back home. All the plants in the valley were dying.

“The balance has to be kept, Nayto.”

He didn’t bother to look at the speaker. “I know,” he said softly.

The older lady took a seat next to him in the angry, dying grass. “We don’t have time to wait for her to find her own way here. We don’t know how long that could take.”

“I know.”

“You’re the only one with the ability.”

“I know.”

“Then why haven’t you gone yet?”

He didn’t speak. The only visible sign no distress was his clenched fist.

She nudged him.

“Nayloni, I can’t.”

The woman read into the soul of the problem. “This is about what she can do, isn’t it?”

He didn’t respond, but they both knew she was right.

“We don’t have a choice anymore, Nayto.”

“I know.” He was silent for a moment. He looked at her for the first time since she’d taken place at his side. “Nobody should be able to cross back over. It’s not right that we meddle in their affairs.”

The woman laid her arm across his shoulder. “You do not abuse the power. You will teach her that she must not.”

There was nothing more to be said on the matter. Even if he didn’t like it, they had no choice. They had to keep the balance. “I’m going to wake up soon.” He could feel his body humming with the energy that had been slowly building since his arrival.

“Then you should hurry. Go now.”

He left.

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