CRY OF THE HEART
BY: DANAE CONRAD
watched the sand in the hourglass dribble from one bulb to the other. The room
was palpably hot and arid-almost like a desert. It had an aurora of mystique
wafting through it because the lighting was turned to various red shades. No
green nature or comforting yellow sun entered here. All was quiet.
methodical melody softly resounded on the backdrop of silence. It was an alien
melody, foreign to the human ear, but asthetic and alluring. Issuing from a
cloth of gold, it was played by the myraid of fibers which gave a wide range
of possibi1ities in tune.
stood from the divan and the fabric chimed, impatient at the sudden movement.
Her stature was tense, alert and emanated a sense of sterness. Accustomed to
the low hanging gloom, her eyes were large and piercing. She paced silently to
the door and opened it, as a huntress tracking her prey. It opened without the
slightest noise and she entered the adjoining corridor.
followed the corridor, dusky and damp from standing through the eons of
history. She paid this no mind as she walked through cobwebs and pushed aside
reminders of a grisly past. Another door appeared which she opened and went
through. This one opened into a large courtyard, still enclosed in the red,
the center lay a large mirror, it had been inlayed into the unyielding granite
floor and shone with an eerie glow. She remained silently standing near the
entrance to the yard. Her eyes narrowed when a slight noise reached her. A rat
quietly scuttled in a nearby corner but froze suddenly when it saw her. Almost
apologetically, it slipped into the nearest crack to escape.
held her head high and perused the room once more. Suddenly she glanced back
toward the center of the room. The mirror was reflecting colors and shapes
which did not exist. They finally coalesced into a figure robed in black. She
stood her ground but her heart had begun to pound loudly. He turned and his
appearance was menacing. He met her direct gaze with steel grey eyes but she
didn't drop her gaze or flinch.
art thou that dares come to this place?" he questioned with a voice of
huntress." She answered simply in a level tone.
what is thoust prey?"
art bold to travel thence." He paused and took her in with his unwavering
gaze. "I repeat, who art thou?"
Enchantress for whom you sent."
direct answer startled him but his features scarcely changed. "Thou art
too young to be the one for whom I summoned."
it is I. Adena, the daughter of Coina and Odina, belonging to the family of
Wisdym and Ozino." She stepped from the shadows which had formed around
her. "Ozino, you summoned me. Why do you question me?"
her knowledge and directness startled him. "Thou hast the Amulet and the
Belt." She nodded without dropping her eyes. "Does thoust know their
one knows all. Even you cannot fathom what their makers placed in
art correct in saying thus." He finally stepped off the mirror to stand
beside her. "Thou hast done well, Adena. I have returned in this form to
speak to thou. Is the world safe from the Plague?"
is still safe from the dragons. But the plagues of the spirit still run
is unfortunate, but not totally unexpected." Ozino looked her over once
more. "Thou art much like Wisdym. Audacious and stubborn yet
summoned me hence. Why?"
face is full of child's curiosity."
stated that I came seeking knowledge."
did." He paused. "I summoned thee to find how the world has done and
to tell thee this: In a struggle for honor with a friend, it is often best to
lose all honor to keep the friendship than win all honor and lose something
more precious." He smiled and cradled her chin in his hand. "Go now.
New lives must be attended to and thou must do as thoust sees fit." He
spoke with a voice of wisdom and knowledge. "I am grateful that thee
came." He dropped his hand as she lowered her eyes.
thank you for the knowledge and the chance." She turned towards the
mirror but stopped. Tears in her eyes, she returned to the old wizard's
hologram and embraced it. She knew that it was only a projection of his
essence but she hoped he could sense her gratefulness. She turned once more to
the mirror and went to its center. The mirror sparkled and reflected colors
and shapes that weren't there and she was gone.
hologram of Ozino watched her departure and then boarded the mirror. As it
once again activated, the colors and shapes reflected in the tears in his
| ||© 1984, ||L. Charles, D. Conrad, A. Duncan, Enad the Great, J. Pierce, B. C. Randolf, and T. G. Taft|