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wind holding
the sphere aloft and takes hold of it. “What about you two?”
“We
can see in the dark,” Kainda says.
Mira
rolls her eyes. “Of course you can.”
“Ready?”
I ask of Mira, putting as much seriousness into the single word as I can. A ten
mile run through the dark won’t be that bad. She’s clearly run further. It’s
what I fear will happen after we’ve arrived at our destination, and the sprint
back to the FOB that concerns me.
“Which
way are we headed?” she asks.
I
point to the East.
Mira
looks to the East, takes a deep breath and starts running.
Kainda
looks over at me. “She’s brave.”
“Yeah,”
I say. “But sometimes the brave are the first to die.”
Kainda’s
expression sours for a moment, but then she grins, slugs me in the shoulder and
says, “Then we’re all in a lot of trouble.” She sets off after Mira, leaving me
alone with my thoughts. But I don’t linger, because if I think for too long,
I’ll have to admit that I already know what we’re going to see when we reach
our destination.
Only
one creature—that I know of—could shake the Earth with such violence.
Behemoth.
10
As we run
through the darkness, I realize that my assessment of the Nephilim forces might
have been...inadequate. The idea of a behemoth joining the fight had never
crossed my mind. Not only because the giant I faced on multiple occasions is
now a hollowed out corpse, but I was also under the impression that the
remaining two could not be controlled.
It’s Nephil , I think. If any Nephilim were
powerful enough to control the mammoths of the underworld, it’s him.
Thankfully, I know that behemoths fear fire, and humans excel at making things
burn or explode. If we get back in time, maybe we can have a few jets loaded up
and ready to go with napalm.
I
nearly laugh at the absurdity of my thoughts. To me it’s been five years since
Justin and I blew up a toy volcano with baking soda and vinegar and now I’m
plotting to use napalm, which burns at 1,200 degrees Celsius and can literally
melt people.
Would
probably melt Nephilim, too, I think, ring or no ring on their heads.
Before
my thoughts of war get too dark, I turn my attention forward, reaching out
through the Earth as I run. The tunnel through which we have been traveling
rises at a slight grade, bringing us roughly fifty feet nearer to the surface
with every mile we travel. Having gone eight miles already, we were within
thirty feet of the surface. Every giant behemoth footfall shook dust on our
heads. But now the land above is growing steep, rising toward a tall rock
formation. At first I thought it was a mountain, but now it feels more like a nunatak —a flat sided tower that might
have once been a true mountain, or maybe just all that remains of a vast plain
after millions of years of erosion and glacier movement. Basically, it looks
like Devils Tower in Wyoming, the one from Close
Encounters of the Third Kind , but wider or longer. One of
the two. Of course, Wyoming is pretty close to the North Pole now.
Devils Tower might be the only visible landmark for a hundred miles now.
I
focus my attention on our path. It’s a fairly straight natural passageway that
might have been formed by runoff from the tower, or from a natural spring. I
follow the path as it bends up, its grade growing steeper until…
What is that?
I
stub my toe, stumble forward and fall on my face, all before my senses fully
return to my body. With a groan, I roll over onto my back and find Mira
standing above me. She’s wearing a goofy, one-sided grin. She shakes her head
slowly. “Some things never change.”
Kainda
steps up next to Mira. “What never changes?”
“The
first time I met him, he tripped and fell. Smacked his head
on the ground. Thought he was going to cry.”
Kainda smiles. “He was...smaller before.”
I
roll my eyes and sit up, pointing a finger at Mira. “I seem to recall you being
nicer about it back
the sphere aloft and takes hold of it. “What about you two?”
“We
can see in the dark,” Kainda says.
Mira
rolls her eyes. “Of course you can.”
“Ready?”
I ask of Mira, putting as much seriousness into the single word as I can. A ten
mile run through the dark won’t be that bad. She’s clearly run further. It’s
what I fear will happen after we’ve arrived at our destination, and the sprint
back to the FOB that concerns me.
“Which
way are we headed?” she asks.
I
point to the East.
Mira
looks to the East, takes a deep breath and starts running.
Kainda
looks over at me. “She’s brave.”
“Yeah,”
I say. “But sometimes the brave are the first to die.”
Kainda’s
expression sours for a moment, but then she grins, slugs me in the shoulder and
says, “Then we’re all in a lot of trouble.” She sets off after Mira, leaving me
alone with my thoughts. But I don’t linger, because if I think for too long,
I’ll have to admit that I already know what we’re going to see when we reach
our destination.
Only
one creature—that I know of—could shake the Earth with such violence.
Behemoth.
10
As we run
through the darkness, I realize that my assessment of the Nephilim forces might
have been...inadequate. The idea of a behemoth joining the fight had never
crossed my mind. Not only because the giant I faced on multiple occasions is
now a hollowed out corpse, but I was also under the impression that the
remaining two could not be controlled.
It’s Nephil , I think. If any Nephilim were
powerful enough to control the mammoths of the underworld, it’s him.
Thankfully, I know that behemoths fear fire, and humans excel at making things
burn or explode. If we get back in time, maybe we can have a few jets loaded up
and ready to go with napalm.
I
nearly laugh at the absurdity of my thoughts. To me it’s been five years since
Justin and I blew up a toy volcano with baking soda and vinegar and now I’m
plotting to use napalm, which burns at 1,200 degrees Celsius and can literally
melt people.
Would
probably melt Nephilim, too, I think, ring or no ring on their heads.
Before
my thoughts of war get too dark, I turn my attention forward, reaching out
through the Earth as I run. The tunnel through which we have been traveling
rises at a slight grade, bringing us roughly fifty feet nearer to the surface
with every mile we travel. Having gone eight miles already, we were within
thirty feet of the surface. Every giant behemoth footfall shook dust on our
heads. But now the land above is growing steep, rising toward a tall rock
formation. At first I thought it was a mountain, but now it feels more like a nunatak —a flat sided tower that might
have once been a true mountain, or maybe just all that remains of a vast plain
after millions of years of erosion and glacier movement. Basically, it looks
like Devils Tower in Wyoming, the one from Close
Encounters of the Third Kind , but wider or longer. One of
the two. Of course, Wyoming is pretty close to the North Pole now.
Devils Tower might be the only visible landmark for a hundred miles now.
I
focus my attention on our path. It’s a fairly straight natural passageway that
might have been formed by runoff from the tower, or from a natural spring. I
follow the path as it bends up, its grade growing steeper until…
What is that?
I
stub my toe, stumble forward and fall on my face, all before my senses fully
return to my body. With a groan, I roll over onto my back and find Mira
standing above me. She’s wearing a goofy, one-sided grin. She shakes her head
slowly. “Some things never change.”
Kainda
steps up next to Mira. “What never changes?”
“The
first time I met him, he tripped and fell. Smacked his head
on the ground. Thought he was going to cry.”
Kainda smiles. “He was...smaller before.”
I
roll my eyes and sit up, pointing a finger at Mira. “I seem to recall you being
nicer about it back
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