Chapter 93: Whispers of War and Shifting Shapes
Philip tried hard to control himself. His energy form became solid again. The strong sadness that had briefly taken him over went away. A quiet and serious determination replaced it.
"But," he said his voice a bit stronger now "in these past hundred years I have been alone and hiding I have learned many things. I have learned how to choose a human host. I have learned how to gently guide them. And I have learned many new things about this Lower Dimension this human world. By living among humans watching their ways I too have become stronger in my own way."
A small spark of hope a faint but steady light appeared in his dark obsidian eyes. "I have faith," he continued his voice soft but sure "that when our Prince finally arrives I will be of some use to him. I will be able to help him. And I believe... I must believe... that our Prince will help me. He will help me rescue Maya from those terrible beings who took her from me."
Adam became silent. His mind was like a whirlwind full of new information and old half-forgotten feelings. Philip’s hope his desperate faith in this Prince who was supposed to come was very strong. Adam could feel it. Adam found himself thinking with a strange strong feeling Prince... who are you? What are you meant to do?
The scene around them suddenly changed.
The subconscious plane with its endless green grass and clear blue sky disappeared. It melted away like a dream. The new place they were in was a vast round hall. The way it was built was grand and impressive. But it was covered in a dark oppressive gloom an unnatural darkness that felt heavy and wrong.
In the very center of this huge hall stood a tall white statue. It was beautifully carved from what looked like limestone or white marble. The statue was of an Elven maiden a young woman with pointed ears.
Her face was calm and peaceful yet it also looked powerful. In one of her hands she held a long thin bow.
The string of the bow was pulled tight as if she was ready to shoot an arrow. Her other hand was stretched out palm open. From her open palm a sculpted ball of fire seemed to burst out. Its flames were frozen in place as if time had stopped.