Unnerving land of Skye — teaser The Three Stones of Destiny
Fervik dashed off when he saw the wonderous panorama. He ran himself frantic to reach the edge of the cliff but discovered it remained out of reach – an illusion to bewilder and test the roznogh. He gave up finally, turning heel to trudge back to the party in disappointment.
Fervik shook his head. ‘It looked so near. I do nought understand. What weirdness!’
He held onto Mirrortac as he regained his breath. The elders exchanged anxious glances as a strained mood fell upon the party. Mirrortac turned and motioned them onward along the yellow path.
‘We must make haste before Luma enters the Netherworld,’ he said, but he needn’t have worried as the sun was slow to change its station in the sky above.
The landscape proved equally challenging. All the trees were identical in every aspect, to the extent that the fruit on them ripened at the exact same place as every other tree in this neverending orchard. Every curve in the path was the same as the one before while the trees spread out in the same arrangement of rows around them. The only way to tell that any progress was being made was to look behind them at the opening in the rock where they had started, and watch it gradually diminish until there was no further reference left to indicate how far they had advanced. The normally light-hearted younger hyfnuks were becoming increasingly unnerved by the maddening monotony in the landscape, and their moods grew darker by the moment.
‘This woody place makes me afeared,’ Iyaji admitted, shedding his mask of bravado.