Sand and its secrets
The Fire makes wonders. Giants take their last to see the last magic before they turn to mountains. The extensions were never Dragons, but the Wolves of their Riders, and Huan was trudging, walking heavily, he was plodding away for some time, and he couldn’t find the reason why would he slog it for so much, it must be the heat, the hotness that was making his brains buzz, and he could hear other sounds, and those sounds were of the life that are indistinctive to both of them. Celegorm was slushing next to him, he even starts to love the feel, to care for it, and be fond of the grains which were entering through each pore or the crevice of his clothes and shoes.
This was the barren land. But the land that could perplex you, for nothing was as it was seeming and he was just one of many who were pacing through the same belts and banded regions of the sand lands. They should have started some talk, it wasn’t so struggling, when they embarked on this pilgrimage of theirs, which will end up to be, just that, one outing for both of them, the holy expedition. And they weren’t even devout or spiritual for that much. This had to be some divine intervention, because when they were heading for the Jade Gates, all was running fluently, and now, they didn’t know where to begin and where they will end for real at all so.
- Do you think that we have lost him? – The King of Dunes to lose us? What are you missing in your life? This is like the grandest ever looking worm in my entire long life, and you believe that the creature, such as this, shall be lacking in any way to find us? This is his game, his sand, and we are only being played with. – Well, maybe he was looking for someone to play with? – Oh, dammit – both had to laugh it off, out of their own wretchedness and the angst they are feeling, thicker into their bones and the blood vessels, he could even see the inner workings of that beast – now, it isn’t the time.
- I made you smile, my Huan. – And you know what? It even elevated my anxiety. – Heaved it up? – You bet, and I do not wager with such concerns, they were never prime in my entire life. – That is due to being interrupted. – Interrupted? – There are disruptions and the stirrings, both in the universe and into the magic, and this is what you might sense, much more profoundly than I am, and why it is like that? – Those are stakes. I undervalued, and that is something that is not happening to me, never, perhaps, to someone who is new to it. The newcomers. That is very much and possibly understandable, but for me? It is not. – You are moved out of your comfort zone, that is why you are losing it.
- I am not slipping and not falling.
- You are, this is exhausting us, day after day, the water is less and the food is getting dried, soon, it won’t be for anything else, we smell as the gory blood and the stench from the dead carcass. I do not remember when was the lasting time when I made it count. – What?! I do not smell! – You see, to bathe, my dear Huan, and to have the change of clothes, eat something that isn’t already too dead, to strew the blood upon the kill, to have our mouths water, nothing, where did you even see some fucking bird in the sky? There are no trophies of any kind. We are stuck. – The King of Dunes devoured the life as it is, that is why you are saying it, and we are not stuck, we only lost our way, we went astray.
- We went adrift for all I care. – I think that you are the one who loses it. – No, it is under, but we are Elves, we are all about dales and dells, and rivers and small ponds, and this isn’t us, we are in the pool of the blood, cooking ourselves. – You never brewed it like this, at this present. – Oh, Huan, you love to add the insult to the injury or this is you who is having something else on your mind? – Just wait when I speak with Jon about you. – Oh, stop it, desist it. – And to cut short something as inconceivable as how you live right now? Ah, that is the understatement of the year. – You are the nagging and lambasting idiot. – So are you, and why don’t you take a sup from your flask? – I have to protect it and guard it with life, to save it, or else, who knows where is the next drop of water to fall from the sky. – Eh, just look at us, we are cowed to the shitless idiotism. – Speak to yourself, and smell him. – I can’t. My nostrils are full with sand, and the sand is everywhere.
- Well, I am so sorry there is no some Marisol spray so that you may smell it lighter, my dear Huan. – Beloved and honorable, and truehearted. – Oh, give me a break. – Why don’t you mount me? – I am heavy for you, you should not spend your strength, and besides, my thighs are hurting me from all that sitting upheaved. – Just look and hear us, what warriors we are! – Who would ever presume it, except for being in this ridiculous dilemma of our lives, we are totally in a bind. – And you have no some design or compass of where we are going? – Nope, sadly, but it seems that it is shifting all sand currents and the tracings, which means, there is no intimated implications? – There is no indication whatsoever. - All the pointers are leading to a circling dot, and from that point, we may even sight or spot, or even detect what we are seeking. Anyway, that should do the trick. – How advantaged are those that are having the dragons.
- Not so. This is what worries me, a lot. I hope that he missed the King of Dunes, for it may spring up and catch it in the air. – And what if the Dragon goes faster into the clouds?
- And what if the King uses its squirting venom, it could spray on all of us. – Oh, so, you are admitting, that it would be better if we stayed together and faced it with the common sense, and we would know it…how? – I don’t know. How such a big personality is skulking around, lying in wait and low, and for us, in the first place, not to take notice of it? – We should behold it, to espy a bit, or descrying more? – No, something is amiss, I can feel it. – What if all indicators are pointing at the particular that maybe, just maybe, this is some sort of wizardry? – To be summoned? The King to be controlled? No, not.
Then, how that they are glued to where they are, and they have no chance to even chance it on? They brought this unto themselves and they do not know why, neither how. How it can be even plausible that you are presumably inviting one King of Dunes to come to you and hunt you? What did they do what they weren’t doing the first time? If it is attracted by them, what has caused such a conduct at the end of the day? There has to be something really reeky about it all, and it wasn’t them, oh, he didn’t reek, but Celegorm was one fine specimen of how he reeked.
- We have to find our way out or you are going to smell so disgustingly, that I am going to leave you just for not having a bath. – And whose fault is that?! It isn’t mine! I didn’t come here, in order to stink to you, or to propel some impelling force of my own mother nature. – I didn’t even know that the Elves may smell so bad, or that you are even reeking upon me, but you do. – I should have come alone, then I wouldn’t have to suffer your harassing nature. – My harassing nature? We should be to the lowest point, very now, or, if we do not, we are having some nicer worm to remind us of being unnoticeable and quiet! – And still too, and we are moving for far too much.
- You are making the spare gesticulations, something that takes away from our furtiveness. – Like what? You are going to instruct me of how I should walk?! – Oh, I am downright fused with the idiot. – That is something what Jon is reminding me every single day, that perchance, he wouldn’t be such an idiot if it weren’t for my blood, it is even my guilt for putting the seed into my woman, ejaculating and here, you have the wonder, Jon Snow is made! – I knew that I will turn out to be taken by you, by your idiocy and mindlessness.
- And they say, practice mindfulness, and how can we do that, when we are endangered species here. – You are the minority. I am the most of people. – Since when a dog is the person? – Huan growls, making Celegorm laugh, having him lose the control, just for a second. – It is pernicious to toy with me in this way. – I just worked on buoying you up, that is all. – Oh, shut up – the fur tail had stricken Celegorm as some form of a slap. – Ouch, that hurts!
- Oh I desire for some cloudburst. So that you may, at least, wash yourself. – I am sidelining you from the rest of my life. – If we survive. And shhh, I am hearing something – Celegorm was on all fours, and so was Huan, yes, there it was, it was so soft, the whacking and whumping rhythmically. The tempo was rated. The pace of it.
Immediately, they were sprawling themselves, as flat as it was humanly credible, for whatever it was to appear, it could be even something bigger than the King, it could be God, and they were not erring in their sound judgment. They were still stable, stabilizing for the contact which didn’t come, but when it did bounce up, it was having all the welkin of God covered up, from the bottom, to the loftiness of the upper regions of the Elysian fields, it was the atrociously looking tapeworm, the monster sized in the weighed and balanced synchronization of the desert scenery with the dune surroundings, the sounding was out of the universes, and when it fell down, it was worming itself back to the holed up massiveness of the hugeness that is provided by the sand lands. It was one and only God Worm that was yielding the sandworms, the other of its kinds, it was the hermaphrodite and when it went back, nothing stayed the same, not even life.
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- It seems we are fucked up. That was one God Fucker out there. – We are never to go bored. – How these things are even existing or even growing so huge? – Without attacking… Jade City?
That was the Hand of God!
Which induced that the father didn’t tell them all…didn’t warn them, on purpose.
This was a Life Lesson.