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"Do you remember the Queen of Spring?" Sam asked.
For what seemed like an eternity, there was silence--only the sound of the wind whistling and moaning among the weathered crags of ancient granite and basalt. For a moment the Faerie Folk stared at each other, overwhelmed by the strange sense of bewilderment that overcame them every time they thought of her. At last, there was a rumbling like an avalanche and what might have been a face appeared upon the surface of the mountain.
The voice was so deep that they did not as much hear it as felt it in the marrow of their very bones, a bass rumble of a voice from something that had seen mountain ranges rise and fall, and who had watched entire civilizations appear and vanish in the wink of an eye.
"YES, WE REMEMBER HER. WHY DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?"

"I have been to the end of the world and back," Sam replied. "I have the right to know where her place of power lies. Where might it be found?"

"TRAVEL INTO THE EAST, WHERE THE SUN RISES. THERE YOU WILL FIND THE PLACE WHERE ALL THINGS BEGIN."
"Why are they called the Mountains at the Edge of the World?" Sam asked, pausing to catch his breath in the thin mountain air. "We have certainly traveled far enough for them to earn it."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Sir Spindle replied with a grim smile, gesturing toward the edge of a nearby precipice. "Be careful, though."
The air was freezing cold, and the night sky was full of stars. Approaching the edge of the granite cliff, Sam looked over the edge and through the thin veil of clouds saw nothing but stars extending to infinity. Overwhelmed by vertigo, Sam stumbled away from the cliff in terror, his heart hammering in his chest while his breath came in ragged gasps.
"There's nothing down there... nothing but stars."

"Of course. Did I not say they were the Mountains at the Edge of the World?" the Goblin Knight replied.

"But that's impossible. The world is round..."

"Maybe on Earth. Here in Faerie, everyone knows the world is flat, and therefore must have an edge."

Sam paused a moment to consider this statement. "But what would happen if you fell off the edge?"

Sir Spindle shook his head in sadness. "Unless you could fly, you would continue to fall forever... and ever."

"A most disturbing thought," said a familiar voice from among the rocks above them. Turning to face its owner, Sam and his companions found themselves confronted by Lord Blacktalon and a horde of undead things that were little more than bleached bones and midnight shadows. "Shall we put it to the test?"

The darkness was becoming an almost physical and tangible thing, swallowing up the light from the lanterns carried by Sam and Penny.
As the shadows gathered around them, Sam noticed twin patches of absolute blackness that seemed to be darker than the surrounding shadows, like two holes in the fabric of reality. Before the last glimmer of light could be swallowed up by the darkness, Sam reached into one of the many pockets of his coat and drew forth the Light of a Thousand Summer Days.
A soft golden glow spilled forth from the crystal, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the chamber like the light of the rising sun. Immediately the twin sources of darkness withdrew from the light, revealing themselves to be two cloaked and hooded figures wearing layer upon layer of tattered black robes like the skin of an onion. Nothing was visible beneath their robes, and both figures hung suspended in mid-air while an angry reptilian hissing could be heard from beneath their hoods.

"Your light will not help you," whispered a voice in a sibilant hiss. "Where there is light, there is always darkness."
"...and when that light fades, the darkness consumes all," whispered the other mysterious entity.

"Who are you?" Sam asked.

"We are the Harbingers," the first one replied, "the servants of the Nameless Ones. We existed before Time and Space began... and we will survive long after the last stars have burned to embers."
"Surrender to us," the second one whispered seductively as the shadows once again gathered around them. "We will show you things no one has ever seen, and take you to places no mortal has ever been."

Sam Smith covered his ears only to discover that their evil whispering was not only in his ears, but slithering into his mind.
This is what the Serpent from the Garden of Eden sounded like, Sam thought. It's what a man hears before murdering his wife and children in cold blood and turning the gun upon himself...

"Don't listen to them, Sam!" Penny cried out. "They only want to destroy you!"

"Be silent, little faerie!" one of them hissed. Sam stared in mute horror as the Harbingers cast aside their humanoid shapes to assume their true forms: monstrous things combining the worst attributes of eel and serpent whose rubbery black flesh was glistening and dripping with slime. More than forty feet in length, each of the Harbingers had an enormous grinning maw whose razor-sharp teeth resembled knives made of black obsidian while surrounding their drooling mouths like the whiskers of a catfish were a score of writhing octopoid tentacles. Neither of them had eyes or other visible sense organs, but Sam somehow knew they did not need them.
"We shall devour your minds and souls, leaving nothing behind but an empty husk filled with memories. Prepare to be consumed!"

Remembering that the Harbingers had recoiled from the light of the crystal, Sam turned to his companions and shouted, "Buttercup! I need your help!"

Holding forth the Light of a Thousand Summer Days, Sam concentrated until the crystal was blazing as bright as the noonday sun. At the same time, Buttercup the Pixie wrapped her arms tightly around the enchanted quartz crystal and exclaimed, "You want our minds and souls? I'll give you something else: the light of a thousand summer days... all at once!"

"Cover your eyes!" Sam shouted. There was a silent explosion of golden-white light so bright that Sam could actually see the bones of his hands through the flesh--a light so blinding bright that even with his eyes completely covered, Sam was dazzled for almost a minute. At the same time, the hissing voices of the Harbingers became an ear-piercing shriek of terror and agony that all but deafened them, echoing through the endless caves, tunnels, and caverns within the interior of the Dead God.
When everyone could see again, the Harbingers were gone. All that remained of them were twin piles of powdery gray ash that blew away on the slightest breeze.

Night had fallen in the Shattered Lands. Armed with both the Light of a Thousand Summers and the Lost Half-Hour, Sam and his companions ventured deeper into the primal darkness within the shattered hulk that was once a god, frozen forever in the form of a colossus of jet-black stone. Bigger than a mountain, the colossus was honeycombed with a twisting labyrinth of tunnels that Sam soon realized were once arteries and veins, and seeking refuge from the mad gods and monsters who wandered the landscape continued toward its heart.

"What happened here?" Sam asked. "I thought that Gods couldn't be killed."

"Under normal circumstances, they cannot," Sir Spindle answered, pausing to remove his helmet and wipe the sweat from his brow. "But the arrival of the Nameless Ones changed all of that. Reality became twisted and distorted, and that which was immortal became mortal. Beware the Shattered Lands, my friend. Here--more than anywhere else in Faerie--nothing is ever as it seems. Time and space have turned back upon themselves, and madness waits around every corner. The space of a few heartbeats can be stretched to eternity, and the entire tapestry of human existence can be compressed into one terrifying instant. Reality and illusion become as one, and your senses can no longer be trusted. Dreams become nightmares, and nightmares become reality. Were we not seeking the Spear of Destiny, I would recommend that we immediately turn around and leave this place at the first light of day."

"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME, MORTALS. YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO RUN... NOWHERE TO HIDE. I HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO WAIT FOR YOU, FOR I AM ETERNAL... AND WHEN I DO CATCH YOU, YOU SHALL KNOW PAIN AND SUFFERING BEYOND ANYTHING YOU CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE."

Sam Smith had known fear before, but nothing like this. The terrible voice was a deep rumble like the sound of thunder, while the ground shook with its every footstep. What frightened Sam even more was its cold and terrible logic: this was a creature without pity or compassion, knowing only cold rage and hatred for everything that ever existed. Sam dared not look at it--the Titan was as big as a mountain while reality warped and twisted around it in ways that threatened his sanity. Although the Titan might have been a god at one time, it was now a malformed and monstrous thing born of madness, forever warped and twisted by contact with the Nameless Ones.
There was only one way out: a shattered monolith that was the petrified remains of an elder god, stretched out across the landscape like a range of basalt mountains. A fatal wound in its side revealed a cavern big enough for them to hide in, but much too small for the Titan. But would they reach it in time?
"Feliana, I need a diversion," Sam whispered. "Can you handle it?"

"Oh, Sam! I have never been so frightened of anything in all my nine lives! But if it will help us to escape this awful place, I'll do it!"
Concentrating with every ounce of her will, Feliana summoned an illusion of them fleeing across the sand toward a distant monolith.

"IS THAT MEANT TO TRICK ME, LITTLE FAERIE?" the Titan rumbled. "I LAUGH AT YOUR CHILD-MAGIC!"

At that moment, Sam loaded one of his special rounds into the buffalo rifle: a shell containing the water from the Well of Urd. Taking a deep breath, Sam aimed at an eye like a gateway into the depths of Hell and fired. Although the rifle bullet was no more than a grain of sand to the monster, what Sam was counting on was the healing power of the Sacred Well; what Sam was not expecting was the effect the water had on it. The Titan howled in terror and agony, clutching at its wounded eye while its deafening shrieks echoed across the wastelands.
"I SEE EVERYTHING! TIME--SPACE--MATTER--ENERGY--ETERNITY--INFINITY! ALL HAVE BECOME AS ONE TO ME! NO! NO! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! OTHER GODS! OTHER GODS! YOUR CHILD IS WOUNDED!"
With a final scream of agony, the wounded titan stumbled across the shattered landscape, vanishing into the distance.
Taking advantage of the situation, Sam and his companions escaped across the sand to the safety of the caverns, hiding within the mammoth body of the dead god.
"Do you remember the Queen of Spring?" Sam asked.
For what seemed like an eternity, there was silence--only the sound of the wind whistling and moaning among the weathered crags of ancient granite and basalt. For a moment the Faerie Folk stared at each other, overwhelmed by the strange sense of bewilderment that overcame them every time they thought of her. At last, there was a rumbling like an avalanche and what might have been a face appeared upon the surface of the mountain.
The voice was so deep that they did not as much hear it as felt it in the marrow of their very bones, a bass rumble of a voice from something that had seen mountain ranges rise and fall, and who had watched entire civilizations appear and vanish in the wink of an eye.
"YES, WE REMEMBER HER. WHY DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?"

"I have been to the end of the world and back," Sam replied. "I have the right to know where her place of power lies. Where might it be found?"

"TRAVEL INTO THE EAST, WHERE THE SUN RISES. THERE YOU WILL FIND THE PLACE WHERE ALL THINGS BEGIN."

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Kurt Miller
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I am an independent screenwriter specializing in horror and dark fantasy.
My current project is a novel best described as a dark fantasy western taking place in the Realm of Faerie. Wish me luck!
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Thank you so much for the watch as well as for the llama!
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You're welcome! Check out the character notes and biographies, plot summaries, and story fragments for my upcoming series of novels, The Wasteland!
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