Chapter 7: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows

Posted: August 10, 2013 in Novel: The Land Without Footprints
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Book description: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows is set in the Modern Middle Ages, the age after the ages of Earth, when humans inhabit a planet where, unbeknownst to them, the moons control every action. What remains of the Earth is confined to books. In fact, many have decided to live by the rules of those books once called fiction. But no fiction or reality rules over the Mystic. He rules by only two laws: obey his desires and obey your desires. His desires are twofold: virgins and immortality. However, the desires of his subjects are as wicked as ever known. But the Dagens, a family rooted in the old ways of society, cannot give into their desires. They cannot kill just to kill, hate just to hate, destroy just to destroy. Yet if society is to become what it once was, the Dagens must destroy freedom and place chains around those who no longer wish to be chained.

7 – Jordan

Red moons floated by the opening in the throne room. A pool of collected rainwater lay beneath. The Mystic circled the edge of the entrenchment, cape hanging over his shoulders. Cautiously cautious, eyes followed his movements.

“We risked our lives to retrieve the twins.” Jordan ran his tongue across his teeth. He was surprised he still had them all. “We took every punch and kick like they were gifts.”

“I think we might’ve won, too, if I weren’t half a person,” Damyn said. Pregnant was a good word to describe his bottom lip. Perhaps even his whole face. The look of it proved he’d taken more of the beating.

From a golden goblet, the Mystic drank. Blood poured down his chin and beard. Jordan had drunk wine since he was little, but he’d yet to taste blood. Most Nahimanaians drank animal blood. The Mystic only drank the blood of humans.

Bann cracked his knuckles. “Ten against one and a half are not fair odds, Arkin. My sons did good to survive.”

“Your sons made a mistake in returning after failure.” The Mystic tugged on his beard, swallowed more blood. “Where are those babies now?”

“They could be anywhere but alive,” Jordan said, shifting to his other knee.

The Mystic smiled, slowly slow licked color off his teeth. They’d been filed in such a way to remind one of a vampire. And all the red made his appearance more ghastly. His skin looked as if it had never touched the sun.

“If it weren’t for the babies we would not be here,” Damyn said. “The cult was so infatuated by their lack of protection that they eventually forgot about us.”

The Mystic crossed the room, lifted Jordan up, and hugged him tightly tight. Soon he did the same to Damyn.

“The Cult of A Clockwork Orange has never left a person alone until they reached the afterlife,” the Mystic said. “It is a miracle that the two of you still have mouths to speak—minds to remember your story.”

“Nothing will make us forget this night,” Jordan said.

Damyn nodded in agreement. “Nothing.”

“Many pleasures have been forged to help mortals forget their worries,” the Mystic said. He extended his goblet toward Jordan.

“It tastes like metal,” Jordan said, after he’d accepted the offering.

“Metal has made many men strong,” Bann said from the side.

The Mystic cackled, grabbed his goblet back, finished off its contents, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “I desire to reward you each with a gift for your supreme service. Both of you shall have one wish granted of your choosing. And I shall be your genie so don’t think small.”

Damyn raised his hand, said: “Mystic, I already know my wish.”

After the Mystic jerked his beard and rubbed his nose, he looked askance at the bastard. “Speak.”

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Comments
  1. Alex says:

    The Mystic is suddenly even more terrifying with those filed teeth… what an image!

    • bejamin4 says:

      Yes. Although the Mystic is not a true vampire, he perhaps wishes that he were. Not so unlike Vlad the Impaler the Mystic uses terror rather than strength to maintain his control. Thanks for stopping by to read.

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