Lucy worked her ritual, pouring all of her Will and her stamina into the divination. Hoping to see something - some sign, some vision - of where the wolves would hunt next. But that is not what her sight brought her.
Instead it took her again into the countryside, into Morrison, past Red Rocks trail and further. The sky was dark. It was evening that same day (Thursday night.) And then she found herself once more lost in the mist, dark and impenetrable.
She couldn't see, and she didn't know where she was - but she could guess, because she'd tried to find this place before. And she felt once more that ravenous, devouring presence. But there was something else. A turning of the wheel. Entropy.
And then this black, cold finality. Tonight it was the wolves who would be hunted.
But that mist, and the devouring dragon, were still there.
Instead it took her again into the countryside, into Morrison, past Red Rocks trail and further. The sky was dark. It was evening that same day (Thursday night.) And then she found herself once more lost in the mist, dark and impenetrable.
She couldn't see, and she didn't know where she was - but she could guess, because she'd tried to find this place before. And she felt once more that ravenous, devouring presence. But there was something else. A turning of the wheel. Entropy.
And then this black, cold finality. Tonight it was the wolves who would be hunted.
But that mist, and the devouring dragon, were still there.