Shit. Walking. I'd forgotten how long a
slog it is from Pubton to Pubtwon. If I'd remembered I might have somehow
worked a cart and a horse into my damned escape plan.
Despite the state of panic in Pubton, the
path is relatively peaceful. The Non have split into two independent groups,
and they're operating somewhat autonomously from one another. One force is keeping
Pubton at bay, the other is working on Pubtwon. I might question the Non being
at the mountain at all…
… but the closer I get, the more obvious it
is that there's an enormous white barrier surrounding Pubtwon. It looks quite
similar to the one that defended Pubton in the winter, though even from a
distance I can tell it's considerably stronger. It must be, given how much area
it covers… and the fact that it's probably been up for over a week. There's no
sign of it dulling or going purple just yet.
The path isn't completely safe. Though
they've taken some pains to hide in the darkness during the day, the Non out
here have no compunctions moving around during daylight. No less than three
times I had to hide in the tall grass as an enormous Non avian, whatever you
want to call them, swooped away from the mountain and headed for Pubton. And
vice versa.
Remember, I said 'somewhat' autonomously. I
guess armies still need to pass messages back and forth. I wonder what they're
saying? I wonder if the majority of Non even speak English…
Nevertheless, the walk is relatively
speedy, despite having to go on foot. The trail to Pubtwon is well-worn, and
the plain is so flat that I'll easily be able to spot Non in the distance
before they can see me. (They kinda stand out.) I have no fear of taking the
easy road, and I doubt the Non are assaulting Pubtwon directly anyway. I bet
they'll want to get at the little side entrance where June's hunkered down. I
don't need to talk to her - just one of the workers she's got under her
control.
What I'll do if she accepts my help… or
when… hell. I dunno. I'll figure that out when I get there, I guess.
What worries me most is running into
Kierkegaard. I haven't met a TON of Non, but the ones I have seem more
interested in fulfilling their objectives than outright killing people. Hell,
that Lord B.T. dude, who MUST be a Non, or at least an ally, seemed obsessed
with keeping me FROM danger. For all I know I could walk into their midst and
be perfectly safe. Captured, but safe.
But Kierkegaard… no. I've seen him. I've
fucking seen him. If he catches me…
he'll make a show of me. I'll never get away from him again. I'm not even sure
how I got away last time. I can't meet him, or I'm fucked.
And he'll be here. I just know he'll be at
the mountain. He likes to be in the thick of things… and he's not ready for Pubton.
Not until he's got his grubby little hands on that fucking lock. And I don't
even know what the lock IS! Or what it does! This whole situation confuses.
There's a gap in my knowledge as grand as the fucking Grand Chasm.
I need to sleep. I walked all day on less
water than I would've preferred. I'm exhausted. I hope it rains a bit tonight -
I could use hydration.
Sincerely,
Dragomir the Co-Mayor
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