Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 29

Simon wasn’t sure how much time had passed while
he had been cogitating. He was vaguely aware of them
walking long distances over a variety of terrains and
in a range of weather conditions. It appeared that few
realms enjoyed perfect weather. Strange how the Law
dimension had the best weather. I wonder whether it
was a coincidence or if their control extended that
far? They had also sat around for long periods while
Jhamed had scouted ahead. His companions had
respected his need to think and had not disturbed him.
Jhamed, no doubt, had seen it all before. Taran was
naturally perceptive about such things. Dawit appeared to be lost in his own musings.

Simon felt a great relief. He had come to a decision.
He would take control of his own life. He was not a
pawn of fate. He sighed and relaxed. Unbidden, words
and images came into his mind. He saw the visions
again from his dream. You are close. I can feel you.
Come for me. We will be reunited. The Trinity will be

renewed. Be careful! The witch is strong. She is stronger than I am. She is stronger than you are. Together,
we are stronger than she is. The Trinity will be renewed. Soon we will feast. Simon felt gnawing hunger.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The tiny
red hairs on his body stood on end as he shivered.
Jhamed returned from a scouting mission. Simon took
him to one side. “We’re close, aren’t we?”
“How do you know?” Jhamed asked.
“The Sword has spoken to me.” Simon recounted his
dream and his recent communication, all except the

gnawing hunger. “I think I understand about the Balance now. I am ready to take up my Sword and serve
the Balance.”
“Excellent!” Jhamed smiled. “I love it when a plan
comes together. We’ll rest here tonight and a couple
more portals will get us to Dishley tomorrow. We’ll

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