Exceptional The wandering man and companion seek resolution Chronicles of the Wandering Man : In Flick'ring Light Bells Toll by Fleedleflump

XV We strode into the dawn's soft dark with light held twixt our palms, intentions mapping Destiny but Fate penning our psalms. The lonely land was welcoming to our intruders' gait. Each footstep both a scorpion's kiss and petty balm too late. Yet willing wind whipped up a wake, our progress tracked in dust. The world, despite our race's hate, was welcoming of us. We walked, a couple meek and small, and sought our final goal, no longer aimless or alone. I willed my world to stroll. XVI The acres passed beneath our feet and acorns turned to trees. The years drove sun to shyly peep through black sky's storm-swept seas. We ate of our companionship; a feast served up by love, two bottom-feeding shadow crabs become a soaring dove. As we evolved to suckle hope and learn again to breathe without the poison's nurturing, the daytime sought reprieve. We came to know a happiness, a freedom of a sort, in us a perfect symmetry not to our past distort. XVII But beauty cannot have her way while evil draws a breath, and dirty Fate came out to play just as we cheated death. Despite the decade spent as two, we knew work still remained. We still sought to the world renew; repentance for the stains. As prophecy dogged at our heels uneasy and afraid, we felt the toll of doleful bells through air now tasting staid. Somewhere ahead, humanity had dug itself a hole, and t'ward the peals of travesty we wandered with our souls. Recognized Earned A Seal Of Quality Author Notes . . Apologies for the wait; I have been unable to write recently as much as I prefer, but hopefully that will change now! I hope you enjoyed the new chapter :-) Mike . . © Copyright 2024. Fleedleflump All rights reserved. Fleedleflump has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.