Crossroads of Oblivion (Book 1): A Portal Progression Fantasy Adventure Series by Dem Mikhailov

Author:Dem Mikhailov [Mikhailov, Dem]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magic Dome Books in collaboration with 1C-Publishing
Published: 2024-04-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Flying High

DAYS PASSED.

With the window open, I no longer had to guess whether it was day or night. There was a dark time and a light time. There were sunrises and sunsets. But they weren’t as stark as I was used to. The light was shrouded by the ever-present mist, and the darkness was illuminated by the shimmering Pillar, which cast its ghostly light over an enormous territory.

The time of day wasn’t the only thing changing. The weather changed too. That is, it ranged from deathly cold frost to the most intense hail storms I had ever witnessed. I was terrified when I first witnessed the fist-sized chunks of ice smashing into the cells in front of me. But the cells stoically tolerated these fierce beatings, flying solemnly ever onward through the violent rain of blows. One day I saw something that made my stomach drop — a smoking, falling cross. The massive shape suddenly stood bolt upright, spun around, and plunged toward the earth. I even thought I spotted a body among the rubble strewn across the ice. It was probably just my overactive imagination. But body or no, it was a terrifying thing to witness. The falling cross only barely missed the cell flying beneath it. Perhaps it could have damaged somethings in the workings of the other cross, could have made it fall to its doom as well. We could all turn into kamikazes at any moment.

That was the closest comparison I could make but, unlike us, the Japanese suicide pilots had willingly gone to their deaths.

No one gave us the choice. We woke up in our cells one day and were forced to pull cursed levers until we fell from the sky! But no one could make us pull the third lever — the one that fired the lightning bolt at the Pillar. And we did have a sliver of hope of gaining freedom one day… after forty years.

That day my cell was waiting its turn to enter a wall of hail. I was scared. It was terrifying to stand before the open window and watch what looked like an impenetrable wall of ice approaching. This was a special kind of fear. It was one thing to stand on your own two feet and watch death approaching, but something else entirely to be locked in a box and wait for nature to have its way with you.

How would my cross withstand the coming bombardment?

Would I make it through?

The minutes were slow and full of fear.

I made it through in the end. In fact, it did me some good — a good portion of the debris that had collected on my roof was knocked off by the storm. The rotting leg in my window disappeared. The glass itself looked cleaner now too, having withstood the heavy blows of hail without taking so much as a scratch.

The wall of hail was followed by a sudden rainstorm — which was strange, considering the bitter winter that surrounded me. Black foam washed off my roof and streamed down the window.

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