The outside dwellers looked at the place where the Lighthouse was
and saw nothing unusual. It pierced from the abyss and glowed in
the dark, guidelight for those who missed the right way.
6. The way beyond
The storms fell upon the island and left. There was nothing
they could change.
There were only five in this world that realized the danger
hiding beyond the stone walls of the once peaceful lighthouse. Two of
them walked its halls, trying to find the crack through which the
unknown threat could crawl. Poisonous monsters lived now beneath
the old building, spoiling the water and guarding any way to retreat.
Clouds surrounded the small island; for all outer observers there
were no storm clouds - the island lay calm and inviting.
Rmair, the High Cleric, was another. His life in this body was
soon to end; he could hardly move, but his mind was as keen and
perceptive as ever. He felt the black walls that unknown force had
erected between Rhissa and him. For a Haans the mind union was the
highest possible value. The mind bond was the only power that
granted them godlike abilities. His spirit always helped his adoptees
(this is how he called all Haans to whom he taught The Art) and always
he received light and power in exchange. Now, his dearest daughter was in
so dark a peril he could not imagine. His spirit walked the Realm and
could not break through the impassable mountains that surrounded
Rhissa and her friend.
Younger Haans looking after Rmair were worried, for he was lying
for hours with eyes open, breathing barely noticeable, almost dead. He
returned to his body and each time was near despair. The force
that was able to build such strong barriers was no trifle.
He knew not to alert the other clerics. The cost would be the lives of
Rhissa and Nlaminer.
Andrynx, beholding the devastation of his shrine, was performing
the actions ordered by his oath. He could not interfere in this
new problem; he was always neutral. But neutral does not mean
passive. He warned as many beings as he could and now was trying to
break the wall of darkness that Unnamed Force was building around
him. He could always travel through time - and he sent indeed his
manifestations guarding the hole between realities that was about to
open. Beyond that, he could do nothing. He had seen the destruction
of whole universes; though all such events grieved him much, it
was his task to observe and remember. He left a small part of his
spirit in the desecrated shrine and observed from there.
Another force that dwelt far away from the life-abundant isles
and continents was guarding all the other lands. The same rule forbade
it to tell the truth; but this mighty watcher did its best to warn
the people around and give them shadows of the truth. If the
Dark Side managed to crawl in again, it would not be able to take the
world by surprise.
The forces were accumulating. The Balance, always fragile, was
about to crash. The two of the whole world that could do something
did not know that gods already were gathering around their
reality. Mortals always judge the quarrels between gods. This
quarrel could be the mightiest ever known.
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