The Netherworlds : The Curse of Fate by Kaylin R. Boyd

Author:Kaylin R. Boyd [Boyd, Kaylin R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boyd's Books
Published: 2023-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

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The next night, all the elders and the best of the apprentices met in the Sage’s tent. The Jinni joined the old man in the center of the congregation.

“For the last two solar cycles,” the Sage addressed the men and women, “I have studied the curse of this bottle.”

Two apprentices accompanied an elder who was carrying the intricate chest containing the ruby red bottle. She brought it to the center of the unfolding ritual while the Sage spoke.

“I now believe I have found the way to break this curse and unbind this Great Spirit from his container.”

The room applauded as the trunk was opened. Nestled inside the trunk, the ruby red, glass bottle cast glimmers around the dimly lit tent. The Jinni shrank from all the eyes he felt staring at him.

The sage continued, “I will, however, require your assistance. I only ask that you hold the space, and lend me whatever energy you can.” An apprentice reverently held the bottle out to him. He took it, moved forward, and set the insidious thing between himself and the Jinni.

He beckoned the Jinni to step forward, but the Jinni didn’t move. The sight of that pretty red prison had him frozen. His brain hazed over, his gut wrenched, and his hands began to shake.

“Do not be afraid, friend.”

He met the eyes of the Sage, who held nothing in his eyes but joy and comfort.

The Jinni stepped forward without fear, as commanded. The Sage took the Jinni’s deformed face in his hands, the bottle between them on the floor.

Our hero felt the vessel’s energy building a wall between himself and his friend, but he felt no fear.

“As the great prophet, Johnny Cash, preached- Now I’ve been out in the desert, just doing my time, searching through the dust, looking for a sign. If there's a light up ahead, well brother I don't know, but I got this fever burning in my soul, so let's take the good times as they go, and I'll meet you further on up the road.”

The Jinni laughed, and the Sage lowered the Jinni’s face and kissed his forehead.

“It will be alright,” he reassured. He took the Great Spirit’s hands. “Go find your dreams.”

His weathered, but gentle, hands slipped from the Jinni’s like sand.

He waved to the crowd like a conductor, and the choir began to chant and sing. “Everyone…,” he gestured for them to join him. The Sage closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

The tent was still, despite the sheer number of people imbuing it with song. The reverence of the mass filled the tent like steam, and the hairs on our hero’s arms prickled up as a bead of sweat trickled down his face.

Glowing gold symbols appeared on the cut red glass, and he took a step back to see them clearly. They were made of words, thousands of tiny words in rolling script moving down the bottle like binary code on a 1980’s computer screen. The script began to glitch and crack. Full symbols and lines began to flicker and vanish as they twisted around the glass.

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