Fort_Master_Gustav
She rises, and wafts toward him over the ground, moving almost silently, until she is only a foot from him, then she raises a hand, he finds himself transfixed by those eyes again, he cannot move and she touches his forehead...
Waves break on a rocky coastline, it is night and a lone merman sits on the shore, looking up at the sky, staring at a huge white moon, there is a melodic sound, it is like singing, but feels intangible, ethereal, the music seems to tell a story, a tragic tale of the death of a race, and it's return to the soil, he is the last of his kind, singing to the stars...
And upon his song the seed of a thought is carried, carried up and away into the deep blackness of space, searching for somewhere to take root, a mind that it can embed itself into and throw down it's roots.
It finds one, a mind bigger than any mind that the Merman could have imagined.
And far away, a long time ago, in the deep seas of Quimni, ghostly shapes became solid, real, forms-
A species was reborn, and the merman smiled, laying down his head on the stone he sat upon, and closing his eyes for the last time...
He awakes from the... Dream? Memory? Gasping for air as if he had been underwater, he feels compelled to do so, even though he does not need air to function...
She lowers her arm, and smiles again, though this is less comforting as it merely makes him feel dizzy.
"We are not quite as innocent as you think, we know of this, but we can do nothing, we are a fleeting race, one that should not really exist, not here, and perhaps not at all."
She walks round him slowly, examining him intensely.
"You are interesting, oh one from the stars, truly thou art great of mind, one who could be enlightened if you have the courage."
She turns away, and he finds himself able to move again, she glides back toward her throne, sitting again.
"I can tell you only this, for you must discover the rest for yourself. Do not think so rigidly, in terms of points and sources, examine yourself and those around you, and you will know the answer to what you seek, if you look well enough."
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Sam is standing outside when they leave, a scowl on his face.
"Where the bloody hell is me and John then?"
He nods his head down the road.
"And that mad feller had a coach waiting, lucky for him he did, there were a few people who were quite anxious to see him. I heard him shout something about Zagt to the driver, so I don't think we'll see him for a while."
