Eden to the underworld, can a fallen tribe of humans find their way
where they truly belong? Of course, their journey is fraught with
Sheol’s humanoid hybrids, evil spirits, titans, magic, and prophecy.
mystical gems, Moshe leads his clan through those challenges with
grace, bravery, and finally… to love.
Surface dwellers are
so helpless, so fragile,
he thought. After touching the dead woman’s soft skin, and seeing how
uncoordinated the children were, he couldn’t help but believe that
surface dwellers were innately inferior. Then he wondered if they could
at least mind-speak. Can
they hear me? he
wondered. The warrior opened his mind to communicate with the children,
as he would normally do with any of his own people. But he got nothing
in return. As my
teachers described, humans do not mind-project thoughts.
He scanned the dead female’s corpse again. And their hides are so smooth,
and easily damaged. How could they have ever survived? How long can
they survive the underworld?
A soft ticking noise caught the warrior’s attention.
He looked toward the sound. “Sheol,” he hissed in irritation. Another
threat, albeit an annoying one, was approaching the scene. The tiny
creatures, attracted by the woman’s blood, were finding their way along
all surfaces and would soon be upon her corpse. Possibly they would be
near enough, and frenzied enough, to attack the little ones as well.
“Striggitzz! Sheol.” He had to do something quickly,
otherwise the tiny insects would eventually find and attack the
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