A Glimpse Beyond the Mists
folder
zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Legends/Myths/Lore
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,246
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Legends/Myths/Lore
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,246
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
EPILOGUE
*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*
Solomon Kane walked for fifteen hours straight. He came to a small river with clear water and there he paused. Even a man such as he must rest sometime.
Kane washed his face and his wounds. He quenched his burning thirst and eased his parched throat. He sat beside the riverbank and stared across at the vast West African plain that lay beyond. For a long time the puritan remained very still in this fashion, only occasionally brushing away a fly or adjusting his battered drab hat in an hopeless effort to deflect the rays of a cruel sun.
The gaunt puritan lay his pistols and meager cache of powder out to dry. In the midst of this little process he discovered something nearly forgotten, something about the size of a large apple. He could not tell exactly if the object still glowed. Perhaps the brightness of the natural light obscured the green glow...or maybe its weird magic simply didn't function beyond the dank bowels of the earth. It reminded him of Neerininshia, not that he required much to recall her or her great beauty....fiend though she was.
The orb reminded him of something else. Instead of holding on to his ankle, why had the girl not simply tapped him with the green rod she carried? It had rendered him instantly unconscious before. Perhaps it might not have worked so well on a man not already weakened by a hard fight like the one he'd had with the Cuarchi? Then again, it might be that she had simply momentarily forgotten about its power.
There could be another answer and he wrestled a bit with that one. Neerininshia had wanted him to return but she may have not been willing to force him against his will. Thus, the green rod had remained sheathed.
Solomon Kane preferred to think of the last possibility as the truest one. It enabled him to remember her in a slightly better light.
THE END........comments anyone?
thanks for reading....there is another story in the very next chapter and I think it is probably my best ever...
Solomon Kane walked for fifteen hours straight. He came to a small river with clear water and there he paused. Even a man such as he must rest sometime.
Kane washed his face and his wounds. He quenched his burning thirst and eased his parched throat. He sat beside the riverbank and stared across at the vast West African plain that lay beyond. For a long time the puritan remained very still in this fashion, only occasionally brushing away a fly or adjusting his battered drab hat in an hopeless effort to deflect the rays of a cruel sun.
The gaunt puritan lay his pistols and meager cache of powder out to dry. In the midst of this little process he discovered something nearly forgotten, something about the size of a large apple. He could not tell exactly if the object still glowed. Perhaps the brightness of the natural light obscured the green glow...or maybe its weird magic simply didn't function beyond the dank bowels of the earth. It reminded him of Neerininshia, not that he required much to recall her or her great beauty....fiend though she was.
The orb reminded him of something else. Instead of holding on to his ankle, why had the girl not simply tapped him with the green rod she carried? It had rendered him instantly unconscious before. Perhaps it might not have worked so well on a man not already weakened by a hard fight like the one he'd had with the Cuarchi? Then again, it might be that she had simply momentarily forgotten about its power.
There could be another answer and he wrestled a bit with that one. Neerininshia had wanted him to return but she may have not been willing to force him against his will. Thus, the green rod had remained sheathed.
Solomon Kane preferred to think of the last possibility as the truest one. It enabled him to remember her in a slightly better light.
THE END........comments anyone?
thanks for reading....there is another story in the very next chapter and I think it is probably my best ever...