Underworld

Underworld by M. L. Woolley

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Authors: M. L. Woolley
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find it?
    “When you find the answer it will appear to you. I
will show you the symbol now but you must find the
Refiners Fire. You can find the fire near the Tree Of
Life. There you will be shown what to do next.
    I forget myself entirely. Forget my insecurity. Forget
my doubts and fears. I am overwhelmed. I close my
eyes and when I open them there is a soft wind lifting
Jast’s mane. The hair is blown upwards and there on
his neck is a brand of sorts. It looks like a square
with a triangle inside. At first it doesn’t make sense
how this is equivalent to 7. I study if for a moment
and then the answer jumps out. There are 4 sides to
the square and 3 sides to the triangle. 4 + 3 = 7
“Each side of the two shapes adds up to 7. What
does this have to do with the veil’?
     
“It has nothing to do with it and everything. Draw the
shape in the sand with your boot and stand back”.
    I use the toe of my boot to draw an awkward square
and a triangle inside of it. At first nothing happens
and I can feel myself becoming angry. Then the sand
begins to swirl and through the dust I can see
something. There in the swirling dust I can make out
the gentle sway of palm trees, green grass, fruit trees
and a lovely pond fed by a spring. I embrace a love
deep inside myself and clear my mind of all else.
The world outside turns dark and a glorious light fills
my mind. A shiver of electricity flows down my
spine and I can smell the sweet fragrance of Jasmine
in bloom. There is a surge of energy that comes over
me. I open my eyes to find myself inside the Oasis.
    I walk around the oasis and take off my boots and
jacket. The feel of plush green grass cushions my
aching feet and a cool breeze is blowing through the
trees. I make my way over to the gently flowing
waterfall and spend the next hour washing my hair
and taking a much needed bath.
    I linger in the warm water and can feel my strength
returning. There is a faint but persistent voice in the
periphery of my deepest consciousness. It’s seems
familiar but so faint that I can’t discern it form my
own thoughts. I wish I could describe the feeling of
being drawn to my destiny by what seems to be the
inner voice of reason.
    Having rested for several hours I survey the miles of
steaming desert and study the sky. The sun is setting
and it’s time to leave this place. We will travel by the
cool of the night. Returning to the pool, I filled the
water bottles and sit down for a short while longer,
relaxing under the shade of trees. We have already
lost precious hours and we need to find the entrance
to the lower realm.
    The last of daylight fades away and dark shadows
play on the horizon. A cloud moves swiftly across
the sky but our tracks have long been covered by the
blowing dust. Dusk deepens and a sultry mist rises
from the ground. We are hidden under its veil as we
ride into the night. Riding toward what I do not know
but we follow the light.

Chapter 7
    In the remaining hours before dawn we start to see
scrub brush and a change of scenery. There is dry
grass and large rocks that become more abundant as
we climb upward. We reach a sheer cliff and make
our way up the rugged path. When we reach the top I
can see the forest below. Miles of trees stretch below
like a green sea and it is impossible to see what was
beyond.
    The trees would provide cover from anything in the
sky but it is the apparition in the trees that frightens
me most. I dread seeing the man in the suit again.
His eyes held a silent rage, and seemed to look into
my soul. It felt as though he would rip me apart.
    Two horsemen appear at the bottom of the cliff. They
are galloping at a fast clip along the field that sits just
in front of the dense trees. The first man’s horse is
frothy with sweat and the rider is urging it to run
faster as they disappear into a bank trees. The second
man looks over his shoulder and does not follow the
first rider into the trees. He keeps his horse running
straight

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