Entry #216387, added on 12-29-02 @ 1:51 am EST
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It's dark. Why is it dark? The sun rose not more then three hours ago. If anything, it should be brighter. What happened? Why is it suddenly dark? And why am I the only one who seems to notice?
I look over at Shara. She is sitting across the table from me, calmly sipping wine from her glass. She continues to relax, behave as if this is an ordinary occurence, but it's not.
"Shara," I say, trying to remain calm, "what is happening?"
She looks up at me, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asks.
"This!" I wave my hand around in alarm. "It's dark. Why?"
Now her eyes widen. She pauses for awhile, studies my face. "What is dark?"
How can she joke at a time like this? My heart is beating rapidly. A glance around the room rapidly. Everyone is acting as if nothing has happened. "This," I whisper, "it was light a few moments ago. Very bright."
Now Shara is laughing. "I think I would have noticed an absurd thing like that. Maybe you've had too much of that wine."
She really doesn't seem to notice, nobody does. "Maybe," I answer, "I think I'll go outside and get some air."
"Suit yourself. I'll be here."
I get up and walk out the door. My legs move stiffly and my breathing comes short. Something is deffinatly not right. My stomach turns, and I feel edgy.
Once outside I lean on the tavern wall for support. It is dark. I look up to the sky, and search for the sun, the moon, something. There is nothing, not even stars. Then how can I see? Why is it dark, yet not?
A small movement catches my eye. I am startled to notice a tall, thin man is suddenly next to me, leaning on the wall by my side. His face is gaunt, his eyes slanted and close together. His lips twist upwards in a grin and he is dressed rather strangly, somewhat like a court jester. Small bells coverl his clothing, larger ones dangle from his hat. How did he get so close to me without making a sound?
"Hello Kylin," the man says. He acts as if he has always known me.
A slimy feeling shivers down my back. I jump up, turn to face him. "Who are you, how do you know my name?"
"Me?" He lifts a thin eyebrow. "I am Jakaa. I know your name because I was told."
"By who?" My panic increases. My head his cold with sweat.
He shrugs, and several bells tinkle lightly. "Numera."
"Who's Numera?"
His grin widens. His slanted eyes sparkle with laughter I feel may burst out of his gangly body. "Numera is the one who made it dark." |
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