Syth and Axe (Part 7) : On the Precipice of Oblivion
Part 7: Precipice of Oblivion 1770 - Catskill Mountains The world fell out from under him. He toppled through absolute nothingness until… Pain. Glorious, ridiculous pain. But at least he had peace. He rose to all fours, then to his knees. Then full height. His back cracked with the strain, and he groaned. He felt older than his years. He was only… … how long had he been here? Mountains, on earth… he remembered seeing a strange Dutchman… in some sort of sailor costume. Captain. He was a captain of some Dutch vessel… the name was flying out of his head. His hand absently stroked at his chin. A beard. It was longer than he remembered. How long had it been? How long had he… Cole? Who was Cole? He stood. He’d been resting near that tree again. The one… well, quite far away from home. He’d gotten turned around again. A strange twirling circle of sticks, with a fairy circle around it. Those strange creatures again. Skeletal things. He watched as they passed by...