The Heretic: ACT II

...The one that ties all the others together...

"His eyes moving rapidly as a rain stream flowed along his body.

The cold water began to steam molting the ground, a heat wave rolled in, twisting the air as magma's penetrative glow oozed out of the earth. The mountains moved, the tree line disappeared in volcanic fury.

The electric air, static charged shatters and cracked glints, timeless.

They've come to see him.

Almost visible, their glimmer, calm harmonics, reflecting in the drizzle, that piercing tint the light gives when they move.

This is where it happened.

The Herald sleepwalking through the rain toward them, unknowingly, "I remember, now it's gone. Don't tell me. What remains? Nothing No matter what I say it'll never reach you Something there interfering Keeping me from reaching..."

Their exiles eyes surround them; dot the shadows like red reflections of the stars, both rage and longing.

Her image distracting in the static vapor, he reached out, his heart collapsing.

"Where are you? My heart no longer feels the cord."

He fell to his knees.

"It's been ripped from me."

He hears the rain washing through, reminders of the place they'd retreat to where the stream calmly trickled down the rocky coves.

He sat there in the dark on the cold stone slab drenched red"

(not a light read, expansive, expressive)

#Fantasy, #Horror, #Time Travel, #paranormal, #Mythic

This is a work of fiction, the product of the author's imagination used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Dettagli