A fragment of the Prologue to part 2 of “Glint”

February 23, 2011

Freij walked through the grasslands like a true automaton. Dark thoughts did not follow any more. Just like the cockroaches, they lived inside her, spilled out, and crawled all over her. No, they no longer followed her. They were as much a part of her now as the cockroaches were.

Memories flashed in images. A golden sunset. A grey battered tower, like a cruel spike protruding from the earth, that was a part of the earth, that was a portal to another earth. A place, like others, she learned, throughout the world, where these two worlds met. Where those pale ones below urged to get out. Where those above lived their lives keeping them down.

She had met with both sides in that tower and learnt much from each. Learnt much about herself which she now reviewed over and over in her mechanical mind. From this knowledge to the the sticky blood that now camouflaged her golden body, she felt transformed in so many ways.

Umber was now a distant empty island of her past. It was clear to her that she had forgotten herself and her past life because they were insignificant. Everything was inconsequential compared to what she now knew and what she now was and what she would become. It was clear from every sewer she had crawled through, every hole she had hid in, and every fearful human stare she had suffered where she belonged. Not at the bottom of the above dwellers, but at the top of those below.

It had always been clear to her where she needed to go. Guus knew it, too, but fear had kept him from it. However, she had kept faith in him. Watched over him, and saw how he had changed. How he had also been transformed. She had not been disappointed and it was obvious they were linked. Connected. Even apart they were pulled in the same direction.

So, now she followed him. Dead grass stuck to dried blood disguising her in the Fottan steppes. A hard-packed road beneath her and a trail of steel caravans in the distance, barely a glint on a mountain-capped horizon. Wrigg was home and they were both coming back.


One comment

  1. I like the choice of title. Have you completed this novel now? I can’t wait to continue reading it.

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