Title: Pricks & Thumbs-09
Fandom: Fear Mythos
Characters: Rich Providence
Rating: G (L0 N0 S0 V0 D0)
Warnings: None
Notes: Fish rambles about cities, some more, and then talks more about the dream. He's had it again, but this time, it's a little different.
There were a lot of cities, in the Old World, and none of them look familiar. Nothing looks like that dream. I mean, sure, maybe I haven't seen the right one, yet. Maybe it's not in one of the books I have out, right now. A lot of cities. Really. I've seen mentions of cities in these books that aren't depicted at all, probably because they were the places everyone just… knew what they looked like.
But, the huge grey towers… I just can't imagine living in a place like that. Twenty floors and more? I think the tallest building in town is five. And that's just because it's easier to put a house on top of a house than it is to try to break ground again. New buildings were so exciting. No one was ever sure what they'd dig up, this time, but it took so long to get into the clay… My dad said the ambulance in the town square took weeks to dig up, and it was only buried enough you couldn't open the front doors. When they finally got it out of the ground, it wouldn't start. When I asked him what it was doing in the town square, he said it went off the road, during the change, and nobody could move it, so they built the town around it. I asked if he knew what happened to the guys driving it, but he told me not to worry about that, and to go ask Epimelios for a basket of apples. I never asked again. Epimelios scared the blood into my shoes, when I was a kid. I don't really know why Dryads freak me out so much. Probably something about how big their eyes look, because of the marks on their faces.
Anyway, cities. That dream. I had it again, and it's definitely the same city as last time. The road is stone, but all the places it crosses other roads, they're black. I can't read any of the signs, and it looks like the words have fallen off a lot of them. They're all too damaged to read. There's a building made of black glass, near the end of the walk, and right on the last corner, there's a clocktower. And right across from the clocktower, there's a shop on the corner. A little past the corner, but not much. I feel like it's a restaurant? Maybe a cheesehouse? I can't tell, because as soon as I can see into it, it's all I can see, and then there she is. She grabbed the doorway, this time, and tried to reach out to me, and her mouth was strange. I don't know. It was like she was singing the words I could hear from very far away, and her lips weren't making the same words.
The One Who Walks Before Me has never spoken to me, never commanded me… I wonder if it's finally time. I wonder if she's the one. I still can't make out her face. Not really. I can see her lips singing. I know her hair is black, and her eyes are the same bright green as mine. Her eyes are like searchlights; they burn through the blackness, and I can feel it in my palms, when they settle on me. I know she sees me. I wonder if she's the one.
