New lore ~ Never forget

A sneak peek at the next thrilling Lore of the Underlings episode,
which I’m writing as we speak (Episode 4 ~ Preview 19)

Picking up from the previous post, Vaam jogs Morio’s memory with a lesson in recent history…

Photo by John K ~ Never forget (inspired by the photography of Michael Leacher)

Vaam faked a cough to silence them then turned her eyes to the older man. “John is right to remind us of this. There are some things we must never forget.”

Both men nodded back.

She went on. “Such as the place where this quest began. We have to remember the moons lost in hiding, healing our wounds from the Grievil’s wrath all before we ever left… I carry those scars on my soul to this day…”

John Cap clutched at his thick left shoulder. “I’ve still got the cuts on my back from their claws. I guess I may have those forever. They’re dug so wide and deep.”

Morio’s head bobbed, conceding the point. “Incisive remarks as always,” he said.

Vaam brushed away a few strands of gold that had spilled down to cover her emerald eyes. “It’s very important, Uncle M. You need to pay heed and keep things in mind…”

“Like the fact that we landed a dozen times and explored on foot for quite a while.” John Cap tugged at his own shirtsleeve. “That’s how we found these clothes ‘O…”

“Along with some worries we wished not to find,” Vaam added, still holding a hand to her brow.

“Yup, you skipped over all of those.”

“I have been known to skimp on clothes for a skinny dip, if that’s what you mean…”

“We’re not joking, Uncle, about these lost gems. You must do your best to recollect them.”

“I suppose I can, Miss Vaam. It’s just that the flight was so exciting!”

The young woman’s eyes opened wider. They glowed with a calm and pale green fire.

“Were you bored to discover their great cities empty, nary a living soul in sight? Unimpressed to be chased by beasts through the streets, nearly gored on the horns of a herd gone wild? Or barely bemused to be turned back by storms and swarms of looming evilings as we approached the realm of their king — his seat of power and palace home? The breathtaking place called Syar-ull?”

She tipped to her side to catch his eye. “Didn’t your blood run as we fled from the firestone rain upon our heads? Of heart did you not lose command under these signs of a devil hand?”

Morio suddenly looked enlightened. “Well, now that you put it that way…” Then he stopped himself to wonder something. “So that’s when we changed course to go chasing ghosts?”

Vaam seemed relieved. “That’s right.”

John Cap clapped.

“And you asked me to tell you all that I knew of the legend of Syland’s Lost Folk?”

“It’s true.”

“Yes, I see. Ah, that must be… the bumpy road where I lost track. Red rocks to the noggin will do that you know… But skipping one’s breakfast, that doesn’t help either. Not to mention lost lunch. Then no filling dinner? Well, you can forget about it!”

“So let’s go over that part one more time.” Vaam’s tone was quiet again and patient.

“The part about finding some friends to bring back? That much I always had in mind. Or do you mean the part about lunch?”

Vaam put a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Just listen till I’m done telling.”

She waited for him to be settled then told…

… to be continued. Stay tuned!


Previous previews of Episode 4:
1 ~ The watchman
2 ~ Dreams
3 ~ Halo
4 ~ Netherworld
5 ~ Semperor
6 ~ Halcyon days
7 ~ Punch
8 ~ Enshadowed
9 ~ Pale ghost
10 ~ Needle
11 ~ New light
12 ~ Something looms…
13 ~ The gray girl’s blues
14 ~ Flower of the field (original vision)
14 ~ Flower of the field (another vision)
15 ~ Hearthland
16 ~ Errant mission
17 ~ A few good men
18 ~ The watchful summer moon


The illuminated lore project is an ongoing collaboration of
photographer Michael Leacher
and Lore of the Underlings author John Klobucher

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