Quickening

Precursor: Done

The mindscape groans with a familiar chaos.

Life begins to compress and all things quicken as the life begins to change, fold and prepares to jump.

The landscape rumbles as things begin to accelerate and on that cliff face a strange scene unfolds.

A man in a suit duels another in a black beret, gleaming blades rise and fall as the brothers pit memories against dreams and woven song matches steel cold logic.

A soldier watches the strange battle with concerned curiosity then turns to focus what little strength remains on the shifting mindscape, only to realize he is not alone.

Another steps into the light, nondescript in jeans, blue polo shirt and a cabby hat.

Tough time to be on watch alone.

"What's it to you Polo T?"

The new comer looks over the soldier's shoulder at the ongoing duel, the Poet had pressed the Suit unto the defensive and looked to be beating down on the other with a vengeance, then looking at the soldier in the eye.

Lets just say I'm here to help.

"So what do we do?"

We pray. And then we wait

Polo T joins his new comrade on the hill for the vigil, and bows his head in silent prayer.

~~~

On that same dusty table in the cafe at the crossroads, a waiter walks past and then pauses to notice.

Where once 3 bands lay, now he finds a forth.

Picking up the new item he studies the interlocked rings.

Then with a shrug puts it back down as he moves on to polish the bar.