Shadow Slave

The Great River was like it had always been - vast, dreamlike, and ceaseless. Its current gently carried the ketch forward, as if the harrowing storm had never happened. The seven suns slowly traveled across the azure sky, which was painted lilac in the east and vibrant crimson in the west.

For a while, Nephis and Sunny remained idle. Their bodies were still reeling from the terrible battle against the raging elements, and so were their minds. The invasive violence of broken time had left them drained and fragile.

Their hearts felt hollow, too.

Sunny silently lay on the wooden deck, staring at the sky. His head was empty, full of nothing but the sensation of a dull ache that radiated from all across his battered body.

It was good to hurt. Pain reminded him that he was alive.

There was the smell of wet wood, the peaceful sound of waves splashing against the sides of the ketch, and the warm sunlight. Most noteworthy of all, there was time.

He had never been aware of just how important the sense of time was before experiencing its absence. And why would he? People did not usually pay attention to immutable things, simply taking them for granted. But as it turned out, those things were not as absolute when higher beings were involved.

Now that they had escaped the storm, the natural flow of time returned in all its glory. Its reliable presence felt... reassuring. Time was at peace once again.

Time flowed.

Eventually, the dull ache permeating his body subsided. The pain in his heart grew duller, as well. New sensations took their place.

Thirst, hunger... caution, determination.

Sunny still felt numb, but his mind was slowly recovering.

He lingered for a while longer, then sat up with a quiet sigh.

The vista of the Great River around them was exactly as before the storm... which posed a bit of a problem.

Some time later, Sunny and Nephis were sitting at the bow of the ketch, looking soberly at several strange tools laying on the deck in front of them. One looked like a bronze astrolabe, another was akin to a sextant, and the third resembled a strange compass. All these had been gifted to them by Ananke, and were meant for navigating the Great River.

was supposed to work on was entirely different from the waking world. The third one could indeed show direction,

a sphere, like Earth was, and it didn't revolve around a

all a

was gone, Sunny and Nephis had

Hence, the somber expressions.

Nephis sighed.

are much further downstream than we were supposed to be... weeks worth

the back of

Sure, it was wild and chaotic... but the water still flowed in a single direction. Much faster

She frowned.

weeks inside it.

fighting against

was equally hard to measure. They had to have been not too far from Weave up until the point when Ananke's protections failed. After that, both Sunny

He grimaced.

no idea, but the fact remains. We are much further downstream than anticipated. So what? It's good news, really. It

And its sybil, Dusk.

distant past - not that far from the span of the Great River that corresponded to when the sybils had entered the Tomb of Ariel at the height of the Doom War.

the battered ketch did not look like it would be able to survive the perils of the Great River for

a

everything goes well, we might reach

Her face darkened.

of the Great River should be safer than the one we come from, it is by no

dwellers of the depths as efficiently. There were battles ahead of them, without

lot in the storm. Too much, really. The fact that it was still in

clash with a frenzied Nightmare Creature? What about one

His face turned grim.

don't think