Chronicles of a Magi Book IV
A Prize Books Publication
Edited by Rick den Haan
Copyright © 2013 by Gene Curtis
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.
The desert smelled hot, like a smoldering griddle. The white-hot brightness beat his shadow into a small oval beneath him. He knelt, touched the sand and his fingers seared. Fist-sized stones baked on the desolate landscape and black distortions shimmered in the expanse that stretched before him. A stone wall blocked the way to The Seventh Mountain. This was the way LeOmi had come, through the Wasteland.
He remembered the dream; he’d been here like this before. He realized at once that this was destiny’s path; that dream had been a prophecy.
The sun began to roast his face and neck; blisters started to form. Shade, he needed shade. He remanifested while focusing on where his headache was leading him.
Suddenly it was cool; he just was inside a side door of the school. He ran to the first classroom. “Hello? Is there anybody here?”