Snippet #2803219

"Blacksun..." Arubak scratched his chin, before pointing a finger at Price. "Blacksun, that sunovabitch, I knew somethin' was off! A few meetings missed here or there, some supplies not dropped off. An' here I thought that Theory's bastards was raidin' his farms but if those two are in cahoots..."

Arubak looked over and nodded, stating, "It appreciate yer business, Mister Price. Gave me a lot to think on. Stop by the front desk an' tell the secretary you get a beverage of yer choice, on me."

***

As day passed into night in the Horenor, M'Kama sat atop his bed, his eyes closed in a half sleep, half meditation. He hadn't gotten much in the way of rest, even during the previous couple of nights spent in the inn. Tonight he had chosen to retire early, so he could meditate on the events that had transpired ever since the 'Lords of Rock' first met up, and then even further back, to days long past.

The mountains behind the Necropolis held many secrets. His father often told him, there were giants I'm the forrested foothills. Giants and other things that were not the children of mankind, even if they shared a shape. The other children would dare eachother to take the furthest step into the forest, nearing the Giants' territory.

Of course most would turn tail at the slightest sound. But one day, even scared out of their wits, they pressed on. And in the depths of the jungle they could hear rumbling like deep and heavy drums. They didn't hear it with with their ears, but with their feet, they bones, their heart. Then the bushes began to rustle and they all turned tail and the ran.

Everything has a cycle...and within that cycle things died and eventually were renewed. Not unlike the phoenix. A never ending wheel, M'Kama's father would say. Death would not be the end. Even the broken empires of man would fall, but humanity would survive.

The wars had proven that. Even in their death, they had lived. But their death was their death all the same. They had lived to see a new dawn that was not theirs. It would be small at first and they would not know it. But even the most dangerous of beasts emerged into the world as newborns.

Sa. Ka. Ti. Ri. Here, they lay once, now dead, gone, and forgotten.

Here they will rise, long forgotten, but not dead. Sa. Ka. Ti. Ri.

M'Kama awoke to daylight. A cold breeze flew through his window, in contrast with the sunlight.