The Tunel (part I)

He laid back, and was fast asleep almost instantly, aided by the crowing of an owl, hidden high on a pine tree.

Suddenly, all he saw was darkness. Around him nothingness filled the entire existence of his being.

Compelled to look to his right, he saw a small distortion in the black of the void that made everything around him shudder. Quickly, pierced by a small, ever-growing white dot, a ray of intense light shone and illuminated everything his eyes could see. And, oddly enough, Lax'Bo began to walk towards the white dot.

He saw himself walking across an invisible black bridge, through his eyes and above, as if he were omnipresent. Step by step, carefully, he approached; and when he passed the threshold of the origin of the white light, he again entered the sloping tunnel of Rileiah. A voice in the background was repeating something he could not understand.

Yog katai jomon...

The sound of the words increased in volume as it climbed the bloody ramp. Barverm warriors runned past him, screaming at the top of their lungs. Their screams echoed in his head.

Yog katai jomon...

When he came to himself, he was at the top of the ramp, his hand reaching for the Amahru Gate.

He looked at its golden lines, and briefly admired them. Underneath the lines of the “roof”, only a horizontal line stretched. However, when he reached out to feel their veins, an invisible force prevented him from touching them.

Neh izad katai jomon! Yog katai jomon...

- I don't understand what you mean! - He tried to speak but the silence drowned out his voice.

As if fired by one of the siege catapults, his body shot upward, traveling through a stone tunnel identical to the previous one, but more like a chimney.

When he left, his body hovered over the wall and the city of Rileiah-in-the-Mountains.

To the South, life continued, although it was known that the war was plowing the lands North of the wall. Children played in the street and women haggled over prices in the market, trying to save a little money on their new sandals.

Yog katai jomon...

He heard it one last time, far down the well, before being thrown back to where he lay, sleeping in the wagon. He flew through the air, and if it hadn't been just his conscience, it might have hurt when he landed.

He rose in one movement, and Haldozat of the Cold Horn grabbed him by the collar, to keep him from falling off the wagon onto the road.