The Ark War: Deathless Book 5 by Chris Fox

Author:Chris Fox [Fox, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chris Fox Writes LLC
Published: 2020-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

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The Truth of Uluru

Three days of hard running improved Jordan’s mood. He got past the doom and gloom pretty quickly, because the country he ran through was the most breathtaking he’d seen in decades. Like every woman, every continent had her charms.

North and South America had the Sierras, and the redwoods, and Niagara, and the Amazon. Australia had only just begun to surprise him as the lush, forested lowlands gave way to high deserts, which possessed their own austere beauty. A sign proclaimed that he’d soon be leaving New South Wales and passing into South Australia.

Along the way he passed a sign for another city he’d heard of…Adelaide, though he didn’t know much about it. Something about an island full of kangaroos.

The further north Jordan went the more dry and barren the land became. The Ark Lord had made changes, but not to the climate. This place still had little in the way of water, and so the deserts were largely devoid of changes.

His favorite stop had been at the visitors center in a national park called the Ikara-Flinders Ranges. It had been nestled in the midst of the most amazing plateau. It was like one giant mountain with the top cut off, and a valley in the middle. The cratered remains of a titan’s mountain. The sun had painted the whole thing in golds and reds at the precise moment he’d passed his first set of cave paintings.

Friz had been sitting directly beneath them of course, saying nothing as Jordan examined the ancient artwork. He knew enough to recognize some local animals, but most of the images were gibberish to him. That made them no less beautiful.

But after days of travel, after enjoying the continent’s raw beauty, Jordan could finally see Ayer’s Rock looming in the distance. Or rather, he could see the Ark towering over the tiny red rock that had given the region its name.

The Ark gleamed in the late afternoon sun, but differently than any other Ark Jordan had visited. Most of their surfaces were black. The Ark of the Cradle had gold hieroglyphs. This one had white, black, and red cave paintings dotting the entirety of the surface. Not a single face had been left free. Someone, or something, had painstakingly covered miles of stone with the same artwork Jordan had glimpsed on the rocks.

The paintings…amplified the Ark’s power somehow. Jordan could feel its strength relative to Blair’s Ark and this thing was an order or magnitude stronger. It brimmed with truly terrifying power.

“Were the aborigines practicing what they saw the Ark Lord doing?” Jordan wondered aloud. He didn’t really expect an answer, though Friz sheltered behind a boulder a few meters away to avoid the lingering sun.

The voice that answered him was the same that had spoken when Friz scared him, a deep inhuman voice, followed by a huff of air from powerful nostrils. “Indeed they were, Ark Lord. I taught the ancient humans here the secrets of shaping, many sun-cycles ago. They have lived, and dreamed, and lived again.

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