Jackal Among Snakes

The further that Argrave and his siblings descended down into the cavern that Lindon directed them to enter, the less things made sense. The first crack in the image came when Argrave questioned why they hadn’t run into seawater, as the stairs that had been carved hadn’t been steep enough to avoiding breaching the island and running into water. Then, when Argrave looked ahead and behind, trying to gauge it... he could’ve sworn the stairs grew steeper by several magnitudes.

Then, he questioned how the Gilderwatchers, being snakes, had carved stairs at all. Next he knew, all beneath his feet was a slope, rough-hewn and marked by distinct pathways. He asked his companions, and Rook and Elenore both told him that it had always been a slope. Orion, however, still saw stairs. And when Argrave reasoned Lindon might’ve had human craftsmen carve stairs with another trick of the mind, they appeared again. Try as Argrave might, he couldn’t remember what the slope had looked like.

“There’s something off about this place,” Argrave voiced. “Something to do with our perceptions, our minds. Rook, have you noticed anything? Anything at all?”

“Nothing in particular, no.” Rook glanced around, searching for anything.

Argrave was disquieted, but he didn’t stop moving forward. Eventually, Orion said that he saw light up ahead. Argrave saw it too, before long; a rich, golden light that gave one the impression of warmth by sight alone. As they continued toward it, that warmth was confirmed. And when they finally reached the place whence the light came, Argrave’s mind felt flipped on its head once again.

Ahead, there was a verdant grassland with the blades of rich green rising up to the ankles. At the center of it all was a giant tree, rising taller even than the enormous trees of the Bloodwoods. It dwarfed the tallest skyscrapers Argrave had ever seen, and had a huge crown of leaves atop its head. On the thousand branches, Gilderwatchers every bit as large as Vasquer hung, coiled around and up its branches and its trunk like vines. The only description that sufficed was to call it a tree of life, and it seemed to shine as if projecting the golden light all of them felt. He could see the snakes moving, interacting, in the far distance. Dozens more wandered the grasslands.

It didn’t make sense that such a place could be beneath the earth, not when their trek had been so short. Argrave looked behind at the stairs, only to realize they were gone.

“Rook?!” Argrave demanded. “The stairs, where...?”

The black eyes of the god stared at Argrave in confusion. His next words brought Argrave chills. “What stairs?”

The extent of things finally sunk into Argrave’s head. He stayed and watched for a while

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Argrave watched for a long, long time, his feet frozen into place as he wavered between disbelief and awe. The majority of the Gilderwatchers moved serenely through the short grass in steady advance toward the tree. In time, only one persisted anywhere near Argrave’s group. It cut across the field, displaying tremendous agility and quiet. Even as the other feathered serpents wound around the gigantic tree looming above them all, this one came to them.

demeanor. It must’ve been a mile long, maybe more. Slowly, that huge body coiled around like a spring, and its head slowly lowered toward the three of them. The golden feathers

it doing?” Rook questioned. “Should

to come and meet him. When its colossal snout met his hand, he felt a familiar torrent rush into his head. Vasquer’s presence of mind was often warm, gentle, yet this sensation was

queries flooded into Argrave’s head, each without words but with one singular subject: Vasquer. Argrave revealed all that he knew, and as the story passed from his mind to the confines of the giant snake’s, he felt a torrent of reactions; sorrow for what had been done to her, rage at those who had kept her captive, frustration at himself, and a bitter gratefulness toward Argrave for helping her. He felt the tinge of something behind each

looked over to Elenore and

of what this place was. At first, the images that pervaded Argrave’s mind made little sense. The place was neither here nor there, and had no beginning nor end. As Argrave searched through the information, bits and pieces slotted into place. This area wasn’t a physical location.

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met and combined their consciousnesses under Lindon’s watchful eye to form the Tree of Being. And through this melding, some among the Gilderwatchers made that

his hand, looking at

looking at Argrave. “You’ve gone pale.

distasteful on his tongue.

when Argrave didn’t respond, she hesitantly stepped forward and touched Vasquer’s father in turn. Soon enough,

hefting the golden cube in his hands. “Yet they all seem to be asleep on that

to the mental magics the Gilderwatchers used, and had her willpower built up by constant use of Lira’s blessing. After a time, she pulled back her hand. “He posits we might die

Elenore and Orion in turn. “What is he

explained without conviction, “We would be three bodies, yet

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didn’t feel like it was something that could exist, but Argrave perceived it as clear as day. Now that

slowly wrapped around the base of the tree. Before it even he seemed small, yet his scales clung to its rough, uneven surface, and he vanished out of sight in a few moments. When next Argrave saw him, he tightened around a branch and drifted off to

Argrave asked her. “What if we, you know… what if the three of us… a little snake?” Even as

Elenore shook her head slowly, staring at the