Deep within he
knew he was incomplete. Something was definitely missing, but he could not find
what it was.
And then it no
longer mattered.
He stepped over.
The process was
complete.
He had to find
the Darak Or and welcomed the search and the challenge.
Where would the
Evil One hide?
He stood at the
most extreme southern point of the continent, facing the landmass with his back
to the raw beauty of the ocean. The Point; the most desolate region on Valaris.
Forever uninhabited, scoured by gales, darkened by ominous fog, scorched by
intense heat and gouged by sleet, winter to winter, summer to summer; there
wasn’t a blade of grass…not a rock even.
To the east lay
a mountain range as lifeless as the desert surrounding it; the Gosa. To the
northwest were the dark smudges on the horizon where the Three Gates slept in
the heat.
The Darak Or
would not be here, but to the man standing firm in the gale on shifting dead
sand, it was a good place to marshal his thoughts and plan strategy.
He was as
desolate and empty as the place. Who was he? He had been known by many names,
but now could not recall one. How had he come to this place?
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