The Seer
There is no warning before the vision takes me.
Instead of the windswept dunes, instead of the sun burning my back, I am swept northwards. It sickens me, this spinning, whirling sensation that whips me mercilessly from place to place, fusing individual places into mere color and blur. My eyes tear from the city of Umbar, to the crags circling Mordor, finally landing on the plain (ah, sacred gods, how green it is!) around the White City of the North.
My spirit flies above the plain, buffeted by high winds, and I see our mûmakil making their charge.
Jinan...
I hear my name whispered, echoing as though it were shouted, and I cry Rahim! before the vision wrenches me back to my body at nauseating speed.
"Amah?"
One shuddering breath, and I pull myself to my feet, wincing as my muscles twinge and ache. A cold spot settles below my heart. He is truly dead, then...
"Go get your brothers, Suha," I say slowly. "There is something I must tell you."
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March 26, 2006. Instant drabbled: fuse, crag, sacred, feel.