《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》The Story of Danide the Eunuch, Part 2
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Inside the sibyl’s tent,
dozens of candles are aglow,
their flickering light
trembling
in the vast darkness of the small tent
like wind
trapped in the branches of a tree.
Danide shivers in fear
as he looks up into
the eyes of the old seeress —
one is a faded,
exhausted blue,
and the other
a greenish, pupil-less gray.
“Give me your hand,
young slave,”
the sibyl says.
Her own hands are decrepit,
more bone than flesh,
and her skin
is impossibly cold.
“Ah,” the sibyl says,
as she traces the lines on his palms,
“You have a long life
ahead of you, child.
You should thank
the Great Father.”
She is quiet for a moment,
contemplating something
she sees.
She sighs,
and then lets go of his hands.
Her cold touch
lingers in his skin.
The old sibyl lifts a cloth
from the center of the table.
Underneath
is a grapefruit-sized crystal ball,
murky with purple color.
“Are you going to tell my future?”
Danide asks.
“The crystal does not reveal
the future,”
the seeress answers.
“It reveals your soul.”
She snickers to herself.
“Which,
I suppose,
is the same thing.”
Danide clutches his hands together
underneath
the table.
His shoulders shiver,
and his legs are nervous.
“Look deep into the ball,”
the sibyl says,
her eyes commanding him.
Danide looks into the ball.
Its color swirls,
dispensing inky clouds
that struggle at the boundaries
of the crystal.
The violet color deepens,
and darkens,
until it melts
into a warm brown hue.
Danide is swallowed by
the earthy color;
the darkness of the tent around him,
the creepy sibyl,
disappear.
The brown color
is deeper
than the deepest sea,
more vast
than a thousand night skies.
The color becomes
more nuanced and rich,
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and he realizes
it is staring back at him,
as curious as he is,
there is something,
someone,
inside.
Danide’s legs
stand upon vertiginous wind.
He recognizes this color now,
it is unique in the Omniverse,
yes, he knows,
a black circle comes into focus
more familiar
than his own skin.
The truth becomes clear —
he is staring into a pair of eyes.
His own eyes.
“Who are you?”
Danide asks his eyes.
They do not answer.
They just continue
to stare into him,
searching.
The eyes pull back,
he sees a face,
it is his face,
but old,
so old,
painted in makeup,
sad lines
around the lips,
deep crevasses
around the eyes.
The face smiles
in compassion,
and Danide smiles back,
but he sees something else,
a sadness,
a broken spirit.
A tear
falls out of Danide’s eye
as a tear
falls out of the eye
of his older self.
The face in front of him —
so familiar,
yet so alien —
begins to open its lips,
the mouth begins to speak,
but Danide
finds himself falling,
and what his old self says
is lost in the wind.
Danide finds himself
back in the darkness of the tent,
the ghoulish countenance
of the seeress
staring down at him
with disinterest.
His breath catches,
and his heart trembles
as reality
places its mask
back on.
“Ah,” the sibyl says,
“So you see.”
He says nothing.
Goosebumps race up his arms
and a drop of sweat
drips down his spine.
“You don’t have to speak,” she says,
feigning kindness.
“I report everything to Shovid.”
Danide takes a deep breath.
The oxygen calms him,
and he looks into the sibyl’s eyes.
“Was that true?”
he asks her.
“As true as anything can be,”
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she answers, ponderously.
She studies him for a moment,
and then speaks —
“You are very meek, slave.
That will serve you well.”
Torik, a boy Danide’s own age
and the one friend Danide has made
in his week at the slave facility,
is waiting for him
outside the sibyl’s tent.
“How did it go?” Torik asks.
Danide can still feel sorrow
in his face.
He looks into his friend’s eyes —
they are brown, like his own,
but Torik’s are flecked
with a subtle gold color.
“You are speechless?” Torik asks.
“Was it that bad?”
Danide nods at his friend,
and tears fall from his eyes
as a great emptiness
fills his chest.
Torik embraces him,
and Danide presses his
tear-covered face
into the soft shoulder
of Torik’s tunic.
His body convulses in emotion.
“Oh Great Father!” Tanide murmurs.
“I have to go tomorrow night.”
Danide clutches his friend to him.
He misses his mother.
How could she let him go?
How could she let them
take him away?
Above the two boys,
the new moon
shines through the clouds
like a phantom knife.
Winter is in the air —
the season is changing,
and the west wind
promises frigid days ahead.
Dogs start barking
on the other side of the facility,
followed by shouts,
and the clang
of search lanterns being lit.
Danide releases his grip
on his friend.
His emotions have receded somewhat,
pulling back
into the sea within him.
He takes Torik’s hand.
“Thank you,” he tells his friend.
“You’ll do the same for me, right?”
Torik asks, fearful.
“Of course I will,”
Danide says,
his voice cracking with weight.
“Do you think they’ll separate us?”
Torik asks.
“I hope not,”
Danide says,
but he knows they will.
to be continued...
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