Re-Enchant by James Dorr

Author:James Dorr [Harmon, Kelly A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pole to Pole Publishing
Published: 2018-09-18T00:00:00+00:00

Stone Gift

Robert N. Stephenson

Myulli gazed awe-struck at the distant Kyjihm mountain range. Her young eyes were wide and glistening as she stared at the craggy peaks. The great, black walls frowned under the weight of the billowing, dark sky. “It brings Gallerra,” whispered Myulli.

“It will bring nothing but much needed rain,” growled Fiali, Myulli’s uncle. He wore orange robes, was tall, lean, and cantankerous. “But the message on the stone of coming? Gallerra prophesied…”

“You know nothing about the stone, child,” growled her uncle. “Every storm brings with it the prophecy of Gallerra and the Waiters’ usual claims to have seen it foretold in the stone.” Fiali looked down on the girl. “The Waiters are fools, Myulli, and the sooner you see them for what they are the better.” Storm clouds embraced the mountains, cutting off their tops. They swallowed the sky like a growing, angry mouth. The range was shrouded with dread. A vibrant contrast against the black-and-gray cliffs were the Pellin tree forests, their brilliant red foliage spread out like a fluorescing fan at the foot of the ranges. It was through this forest that Gallerra had fled during the Great Expulsion.

Fiali turned to look down into the girl’s face. “Not since the Great Storm sixty years ago has anything come from such prophecies.” The memory of the time eased back like a drop of water over parched earth. He knew these clouds. He shook his head and looked down at the girl. “All the sky has ever brought is rain.” He offered a faint smile. “Today, will be a wet day, let us go inside and throw some bones to pass the hours.”

“No!” Myulli stamped her bare foot. “Jashm showed me what to look for, Uncle, she knows things about Gallerra.” Myulli’s eyes sparkled with wonder and excitement at the mere mention of the ancient oracle. “As a Waiter, she knows the signs, she knows…”

“Enough of this foolishness, child. Your sister has filled your head with her misty truths and bleary-eyed visions. If this is Gallerra’s return, where is she? Where is your all-knowing sister?” Fiali scowled at her. Myulli looks more like her father each day, he thought. The tightness of the girl’s square face and the liveliness of her green eyes, even the subtle wave in her shoulder-length hair resembled her father’s dark locks. “Jashm knows!” Myulli stamped her foot again. She winced as her bare foot scraped against the raised edge of a paving stone. “You’ll see it is so, Uncle. You will see.” Fiali turned from the girl, shrugging off her childish indignation and started back towards the house. He knew the truth about the Great Storm, he knew the truth behind Gallerra, and he also knew it was best kept secret.

The family dwelling stood barren amongst the orchard of blood fruit trees. Its windowless walls of ochre stone and mud mortar deepened in color and texture under the fading light. Fiali watched as the matted leaves of the thatched roof shivered under the caress of the increasing bluster.

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