I was very tired; hungry, I pressed both hands atop my left and then right
knees to help my exhausted leg muscles climb the the last four feet,
cresting the hill, dense woods and brush giving way to clearing of
massive proportions. I thought to myself, "How in the world did this
change in terrain come about? ", as a drip of sweat dropped from my
brow onto a patch of grass at my feet, I realized that thirst was
overwhelming me. The hunger subsided. In that same instance, I saw
first the smoke, followed by the impossible scene beyond.
Before I could process the image I had just stumbled upon, the hair on
the back of my neck, arms and legs stood at attention, my legs already
weak from my trek, buckled and I crumpled to the ground in fear and
Before me was the great city of the indigenous Amoukasin. A peaceful
people amoung the indigenous who have risen to a population of over
750,000, trading fur, earthenware, and artwork of unmatched intricate
design, beauty and heartiness.
What I saw chilled my bones to their core as the image took
my breath away, sickening me beyond tolerability. What I witnessed
before me was the entire city in ruin. Smoke billowing from
homesteads, harvest stores, buildings of every type nothing more than
charred debris, crumbling beneath so many towers of smoke that the
number was more than could be counted.
I succumbed to the spot i had fallen, eternity passing me as I looked on;
paralyzed, shocked. What happened here? An unknown never before
confronted by man now materialized, more real to me than the
blackness enveloping my mind, embedding my body and etching my soul;
unbound evil; paramount.
I was not sure how long I froze there, but shadows were long now, light
fleeting to the west quickly. The smoke spewed on, relentless and
undying. It was this moment, my senses returning at last, that I could
hear the trickle of water from an underground spring close by. The well
head was intact even though the block assembly, winch and bucket had
collapsed, burned, yet still smoking.
I made my way to the well persuading uneasy muscles to hold my weight
and although straining, they inched onward rewarding me by reaching
the well without collapse. Fortunately, I had a twine rope with me and a
vessel to lower down the well and after some sewing, I was able to
catch water. A few dips with my vessel and an hour later, my thirst now
quenched, strength slowly returned to my body and mind.
I no longer was fearful and marched forward to investigate the first of
many horrible scenes.
As I approached the first scene, what was once an impressive
homestead, now a smoldering ruin charred beyond recognition. Toward
the far edge of the homestead were two corpses. One male, who had
been drawn and quartered, the innards tossed out upon the dirt only
attached by some strands of intestine. His eyes were cut out and the
skull was missing the lower jaw. One female, her throat was slit, her
scalp and fingers missing; dried blood was everywhere and the stench
was thick; intolerable.
The city reached for 4 miles and the scene repeated itself exponentially.
The strange thing was that with all the carnage, there was no sign of
any children. Not one. However, many pieces of clothing and noted
items of child sizes and interests were abundant.
As I continued, now close to the far side of the city, things started to
change. There were now, rather than the gutted and slit corpses,
humongous piles of rotting bodies, the tallest reaching over 60 feet high.
Funny that no scavengers had approached any of the slain. I could only
fathom that there was something of this evil that repulsed even the
most scavenging of animals from this place.
Then I saw it.
The last pile. Humongous above all others at the
outbound path leading from the city to the mountain trails cut into the
steep rock climbing the mountain side to a plateau rich with fruit trees
I had reached a state beyond fear, worry, the unknown and the
possibility of death. The state I had reached was beyond anger, beyond
fury, beyond rage. I had reached a place no predator could fathom. I
was now the grim reaper of evil.
Beyond the trails scaling the mountain I noticed a cave entrance that
was a new cut in the rock. This had to be the lair of whatever
slaughtered the 700,000 Amoukasin now lying slain in the city behind
There was a trail of blood leading to the cave entrance and as I
approached, I reached for my knife; the only weapon I owned, and
readying myself to enter, I clutched my knife with both hands, my back
pressed against the cave wall adjacent to the opening. I gathered my
thoughts, my strength, my focus. The time was now.
I turned into the mouth of the cave, knife drawn, challenging the evil
within, I let out a roar...
"Honey, wake up! I think you are having a nightmare." voiced Gail, my
wonderful wife. She continued, "You were hyperventilating and making
wierd noises. Are you O.K.?" I was now awake. The nightmare over. I
will always wonder though, what happened in the monster's lair.
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edit on 2-1-2016 by imd12c4funn because: typo