A Secret Shrine of Death
Slithering through crevices an
d fissures, Kasma, the Moriyan slave, forgot the passing of time. How 24 hours went by the serpent didn't know. His thoughts began to dissolve slowly as a lump of salt does in water.
He hissed
Soon he had left with only a memory glowing like a firefly in an abyss of darkness. His beastily awareness prodded it. And the scene came alive before him.
It was the night of Amirat, the darke st night of the month. The whole Amigul, a small town in Moriya, had drifted into the la nd of dream Queen, leaving behind a boy.
What was his name? The snake hissed as if the question tormented his small brain. The beast halted its unceasing slithering.It racked its brain, searching the name lost to time. Obi. She called him Obi, the heart.
