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Jinn 93x Archives Incredibly the lake seemed to not possess what I would consider a shore, but merely an edge, for as I finally touched land with my hands, my feet still were not standing on the bottom that I had assumed the lake would have. Had there not been thick reeds within my reach, I would have surely drowned, for I was much too tired to lift myself up and out, as if I were at a swimming pool's edge. By grasping the reeds though, I was able (after two unsuccessful attempts) to pull myself up and out onto the land. Thoroughly exhausted, I lay within a clump of weeds just a few feet from the water's edge. Though the beasts had now swum to the other side of the lake, and had not made a noise since the beginning of the musical tones I had earlier heard underwater, the silence was now disturbed by a noise that sent chills through my body! As I rested on the mashed down reeds I moved my head to the left and, although it was still dark, as I gazed across the lake I observed small images of fire, as though there were numerous lit matches coming at me from a short distance. I was brought to heightened alertness by my imagining that those gleaming rays of fire indicated a blitzkrieg by the Meedree or their minions. Straining to turn to my right and prop myself up onto my right elbow, I looked toward where I had spotted my mysterious benefactor— the man who had some degree of control over the beasts in the lake. Inhaling deeply, I yelled once more for help to the man with the unusual musical tube. My attention was distracted from this person, as I could now hear distinct voices coming from among the plethora of flares on the other side of the lake. Over the voices I soon heard made up, it seemed from the strange tones I had earlier heard when under water, attempting to evade the lake beasts. At the onset of the tunes I observed the beasts that had fled to the opposite side of the lake begin to move toward the approaching Meedree. Stopped in their forward motion toward the lake, the Meedree then began to run around the lake to my left. At the rate that the sparkling lights were approaching me, it appeared that I would only have a few minutes of freedom left before being taken into custody by the perverse Meedree tribe. The thought of experiencing the extremely painful procedures that would reduce my cranium to that of an infant was both nauseating and fear inspiring! To me, it seemed inevitable that my capture was imminent, yet in a desperate attempt to remain free, I screamed for help one last time to the odd man with the strange tube to my right. I looked again to my left and now observed the multitude of Meedree approximately a hundred yards from me. Once again the strange tunes I had earlier witnessed began. As the almost indiscernible voices in front of me came closer, and I heard the strange musical tunes from behind, I heard yet another strange noise coming from above and behind me. Within moments, the Meedree had halted their approach and stood in stone-like stillness. As this happened, the Meedree became deathly silent and their silence only made the sound from above seem louder and more distinct. Although it was still dark, I looked above and behind me and beheld a large, dark object that I could only distinguish because its movements obstructed my view of the celestial heavens above. As I strained my vision in attempts to determine what it was, it became apparent that the object was coming closer to land and the noise it made rose in volume. Suddenly over all the noises came a piercing shriek, such as an eagle or hawk might make, only much louder! Continuing to look upward, I now became aware from its reflection that this creature possessed a large shiny beak, and was undoubtedly a bird of some form! Although the large bird's initial appearance stopped the Meedree in their tracks, they now seemed to have regained a degree of courage, for they resumed their approach toward me, though more restrained and not as fast as previously. As my attention was fixed on the advancing Meedree, I felt myself being lifted by the pack on my back and pulled to a standing position. "Can you walk?" the strange bearded man holding the long tubular device asked me. "Barely," I responded, relieved that this person was not Meedree, though still was strange in appearance and manner. "Put your arm around my waist. We must hurry!" he exclaimed, holding the tube in his right hand and with his left hand supported my waist. With our backs now to the Meedree I observed that the enormous bird, possibly a mutation of a hawk, falcon, or eagle, had landed, and with its keen eyes was intently observing the actions of my benefactor and myself. When we became within a hand's distance of the large bird, it was evident that some form of harness had been attached to the bird enabling a human to climb up, and mount its neck. The man first climbed upon the bird, placed the tube in an attached holder on the bird behind where he had placed his right foot in some kind of a stirrup of the harness. The man then pulled me up and as I was nearly positioned in front of where he sat in the harness, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my upper left arm. Previous Page Next Page Friends, How about giving a Gift Subscription to Raven's Demise to your friends, relatives, and workmates? It's easy. Just send me their names and e-mail addresses. 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