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Chapter 15 (Fog By Chuks Obinna)

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Oro bolted upright from where he lay, looking around and breathing rapidly. The few seconds before he woke he'd felt as if he had been choking.
"That is why you do not want those sand crystals in your mouth." The Sage said calmly as he walked closer to him.
Oro looked around him. They were in someplace dark, except for what looked like the light of dawn seeping in through a crack. Had he been asleep that long?
"Did I sleep all through the Day?" Oro asked.
The Sage chuckled lightly, "No." He saw Oro relax, "You slept all of three days."
Oro gasped loudly. His jaws felt weak and his mouth tasted bitter. He rubbed his chin.
"An after effect of tasting those crystals. Here, take." The Sage said handing him a spherical bottle.
Oro took the bottle with both hands (it was that big) and drew it closer to his nose. He winced and drew back. It smelled like bitter lemons (he hated those) and then like orange.
He placed the mouth of the bottle on his lips and arched his head backwards, taking in the liquid.
It tasted like–nothing. The smells the liquid produced deceived your taste buds into expecting an explosion of various tastes; sour, sweet, even bitter.
But the moment the liquid touched your tongue, it felt like air, except this time in liquid form.
"What is this?" Oro asked, dropping the bottle and cleaning the liquid running down the side of his mouth.
The Sage looked at him, bemused, "You do not want to know. Not yet."
The Sage dragged a stool and placed it in front of Oro.
"It was not all bad." He began, "I know you wondering where this place is, I know."
Oro nodded.
The Sage continued, "Like I said, it was not all bad. We are inside an Njonu's cave."
Oro gasped and looked around him, wondering where the Njonu was.
The Sage smiled faintly, "Njonus can be a little bit timid naturally, so it was good that you were asleep these past three days." The Sage picked up a smooth rock, "For you see, now your Njonu knows you."
Oro opened his eyes wide and moved them towards the edge of their sockets, checking for this Njonu.
The cave was silent and it felt almost as if he was alone. The darkness, to him, intensified and then something caught his eyes.
A small blue light came into his view. He fixed his gaze on it as it slowly moved closer to him. The blue light grew bigger as it approached him. There was something engaging about looking into this light. Something that made you not to turn away.
The blue light was surrounded by a film of air and within it was a white globe which pulsated regularly, just like a heartbeat.
Oro was faintly aware of the Sage somewhere around him. He couldn't see him, but he was faintly aware of his presence.
He stared into the light for a while and then looked away when he heard the Sage's voice.
"That is an Njonu Sprite."
Oro shook his head in a bid to get his vision back to normal. Then, the cave got brighter and the blue light disappeared.
"It was–" he paused, thinking.
"Enchanting?" The Sage put in.
He nodded and ran his fingers through the skin on his arm.
"Why is it like that?"
"The Njonu is still a sprite. A spiritual being, if you must. What you just saw is it's natural form," the fire in the cave cackled and the light increased, He continued, "But in due time, you will be able to define a form for it."
"I heard this small voice in my head when I looked into it."
The Sage nodded, "Ah, yes. I believe it was speaking to you." He then chuckled, "We've both been watching you this past three days while you slept. It thinks you're interesting."
"What happens now?" Oro asked.
The Sage got up from the stool, his face serious, "Now, you'll have to meet my other student."


The Old man walked slowly back into his cave.
"We have to find those three Dreamers." He mumbled, "But I cannot see them. I can still sense them," he said with relief, "which means that they are still alive."
The Njonu floated to his side, listening.
The Old man turned to the Njonu.
"And I know the only place they could." He gripped his snake staff tightly, "We just have to get to them before he does. Take the form of an Inkapi, and bring them to me."
The Njonu whispered and then glowed brightly, transforming itself into a small, blue bird. The Inkapi. And then it flew off into the night.
The voices that plagued the Old man intensified as the Njonu went away.



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