Sword of Shadows, a small snippet #arthurian #avalon #excalibur #telepathy #farfuture #merlin #dystopia
The slow drip of a pearl of moisture splashing into wetness
disturbed Arthur from his pleasant dream of a fresh spring
morning. Darkness replaced light, and a green smell of growth
faded to one of wet earth. He knew this place. He fought to
awaken, but it clawed at him, holding him trapped.
A shaft of brilliant light flashed into existence, hurting his
eyes. Slowly, the image condensed, shifting into a sword. Arthur
made another futile attempt to wake, recognizing the blade. In
another lifetime, he knew how this weapon handled. A large,
two-handed sword, it had a single red gem encrusted near the
hilt. Runes ran up the blade, seeming to writhe as they might
have done on the day this weapon was forged out of sky metal.
He felt again the power flowing from that blade into his hand.
Behind this unearthly vision, eyes watched in the dark.' I
know you’re there, Emrys.' He sent the thought towards a sense of
presence. 'Stop playing games.'
The scene changed so fast it shook him. A fire now flickered
in the place of that sword. It lit a cavern that disappeared into
gloom in its immensity. Across from the blaze sat Emrys, his
youthful face strange looking together with snow-white hair
and an old man’s beard. The press of ages hovered over this cave
sitter, along with a mantle of power too great to contemplate.
“You’ve grown stronger,” the old-young man said. “I didn’t
think you would feel my hand behind the dream I sent.” He
poked at his ethereal fire with a stick, making flames burn bright
on a fuel not of this world; a human gesture from one who was
‘Why not try varying the location?’ Arthur couched his
words into a sneer, furious to be trapped in the schemes of this
being again, but curious to see if it snooped into his mind still.
“And there I was thinking that physical weakness might have
dulled your senses.” Emrys looked up from his blaze to catch
Arthur’s expression. No reflection of flames lighted those coalblack
“So the point of this dream is?” Arthur found his dream-self
could move. He walked across the cavern to hunker down across
the fire from Emrys. A rich scent of burning wood gave this
dream more than a touch of reality.
“The battle for survival of humanity wavers on the point of
a needle. You are going to lose if you don’t make progress soon.”
Emrys reached out his hand to will a cup into existence. The
chalice glowed with a life of its own as the strange entity looked
into its depths. “There are four talismans of power in this realm.
The sword of shadows for a warrior. A chalice of mystery for a
seer. The pentacle of might for a world builder and the wand of
power to be wielded by a mage. The last two are hidden from my
sight. The sword belongs to you.”http://www.amazon.com/Sword-Shadows-C-N-Lesley-ebook/dp/B00P4HX4SE/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8