Грег Фаршти - "ИСТОРИЯ САХМАДА" ГЛАВА 7 | Текст песни

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I came to the shores of Aqua Magna once in my life, back when I had a life – and a tribe, friends and love. I was there to scout a trade route. Coming from the mountains, I had never seen so much water before. Even though the shoreline was rocky and desolate, it still looked like the most amazing, and in some ways terrifying, thing I had ever seen.

Since then, I have seen my people wiped out, my planet shattered, and a thousand other things that would make most people’s nightmares idle daydreams. But I… I had never seen anything quite like what I was seeing now.

Annona, all crimson and fiery brilliance of it, was in agony. Spears of rock had suddenly erupted from the ground and pierced the energy being, and it writhed in pain. How mere rock could affect someone so powerful I didn’t know. But it might have had something to do with who it was fighting.

The golden being didn’t have a name, at least not one I knew, but I had learned a great deal about him in the last few moments, as he watched his enemy fading. He was made from other beings, species whose names I had never heard before; kept referring to himself as ‘we’ and ‘us’, which was kind of creepy. But his argument with Annona was easy to see.

“The dreams of my people give me life,” said the golden being, “and in return I make their dreams real. And they dream of your death, Annona.”

“I know all this,” Annona replied. “Why do you think I sought you out, creature? Dreams are my meat and drink. With them, I am power. Without them, I am nothing.”

The golden being shrugged and turned away. His followers, warriors who had been fighting empty images conjured up by Annona, followed. Evidently, Annona was too busy dying to be able to keep his illusions up.

“It makes no difference to me what you are,” said the golden being dismissively, “as long as you are dead.”

For just a moment I felt satisfaction. The creature that had destroyed my tribe was going to die, and if it wasn’t by my hand, it still felt like justice had been done. I should have known better.

All around the golden being his warriors began to collapse. Some sank to their knees, some babbling insanely, others drew their weapons and started advancing on their leader. Taken off guard, I guess the golden being’s power weakened. Annona wrenched himself free of the spikes, a peal of laughter coming from its core.

“I have always preferred to eat my meals slowly,” it said. “I have never before tried consuming all the latent dream energy in beings all at once. But I see the result is the same. Madness. Now, my friend, I believe the topic at hand was imminent death?”

The golden being actually looked scared. I didn’t like that at all. Behind him, his fortress was starting to waver and blur. Worse, there were… things… appearing in the windows. Others slithering or crawling across the landscape...

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