《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》Arrival in the Sweet Lands
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“War Dog!”
He-Thing exclaimed,
waking from a nightmare.
Reality seeped into him —
he could hear the throaty hum
of the lasercopter’s sorcery-engines,
and yellow sunlight came in
through the porthole windows —
the grey colors of his dream
receded from his mind
like water lifting itself
into the air.
But he had dreamt of
War Dog,
his most faithful companion
and friend.
He had not yet
even been able to speak,
when she had first been thrown
as a puppy
into his crib,
snarling, biting, licking, and barking.
Vaila poked her head in
from the cockpit.
“Are you alright, Alam?”
He-Thing still
could not meet her gaze.
“I had a dream...a nightmare...
about War Dog...”
“You’ve been parted from her
before,” Vaila said.
Not like this.
“Not like this,” he argued.
“She is strong.”
“It was a bad omen,”
he muttered.
She could not think of a way
to assuage his worries.
“We are almost there,”
Vaila said softly.
Zolantos called Vaila
back to the cockpit.
He-Thing turned
and looked out the window.
The lasercopter skimmed over
a vast plain of towering tulips,
as tall as trees —
no, taller —
their fat, fragrant petals
suffused with opulent color.
On the horizon before them,
towering even higher than the flowers,
was the bulbous honeycomb hive
of the Bee People,
who governed and drank from
the Sweet Lands,
distilling the sunlight
through their hyper-prisms
and binding it with their honey,
to create the renown
Sacred Blue Nectar,
which He-Thing’s companions
promised would heal him.
At the base
of the colossal hive,
the humble spires of
the Hospital of the Sacred Blue Nectar
reached tentatively
into the sun-painted sky.
The modest but sprawling
structure
sat next to a small,
artificial lake,
which
reflected the sunlight
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in its waters
reverently.
To our heroes’ dismay
and expectation,
a dense crowd of sick
and suffering people
huddled outside the
Hospital, all desiring
succor
from whatever wound, disease
or malefic ailment
had forced them to last resort.
Zolantos gently
landed the lasercopter
on the outskirts of the throng.
He sighed,
and then followed Vaila
back into the cabin,
where He-Thing
was lying on his back, taking
shallow, labored
breaths.
They carried their
heroic friend out of the lasercopter,
and laid him upon the ground.
The grass was cool and damp
beneath him,
sending an electrifying shiver
through his skin,
awakening him
to the clear air and
brilliant sunlight around him.
Zolantos rubbed his hands together,
and spoke.
“He-Thing,” Zolantos said,
“I have been called
to Castle Brave Bone.
Vaila will care for you now.”
He-Thing was too weak to reply.
Zolantos turned to speak
to his daughter.
“Do what we discussed.
But remember, Vaila —
we must adapt to the world.
It does not adapt to us.”
“I will remember, father,”
Vaila said.
Zolantos turned and boarded
the lasercopter.
The door slid closed behind him.
He-Thing watched as the lasercopter
ascended.
Sleep took him.
to be continued...
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