The Hungry Earth
By Mark L.S. Stone
“The land is the source of all our power,” Sir Vindaril had said.
Shey drifted deeper into her trance. Her soul drifted into the land. The love and power surrounded her, permeated her, consumed her.
The blow sent Shey careening back into her body She looked up at Sir Vindaril, her bruised cheek hurting almost as much as the sudden separation.
“Do not go so deep,” Sir Vindaril barked.
“No. The land is wounded. Until it is mended, it will consume you to assuage its pain. Never forget that your own power will kill you, if you let it.”