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Chapter 17: Drake's secret"Yeah-buh-wha?" Ratchet gabbled. "But she's a...you're a..."
"Adopted, naturally. And before one of you says something like, 'That can't be true!" or "You're kidding!" I must regretfully say that it is true. It all started many years ago. You see, when I took up the reins of Guardian, I was very young, barely in my twenties. My wings had only just fledged enough for me to be considered an adult when my father and older brother died in an accident. By the ancient laws of inheritance, as the middle hatched child, I was in charge. To say I wasn't keen was an understatement. I would have been quite content to live my life in the temple. I was always the studious type, and the Guardianship calls for those of a more....adventurous nature. But I had no choice. I wasn't leading, I was being pushed. And I had inherited a mess.
"The more incarnations the Kaos Entity had, the more it learnt, and the more cunning it got. It was increasing the damage to the Balance, and getting harder to kill. Ther
Into the spiders web: part 2Sargasso. 0845 hours.
Wind rustled the trees. In the sticky warmth of the swamp, insects chirped and whined. And slogging through it all...
"This is foul."
The lead Cragmite was not happy. He was shorter than the others, so mud at waist height for them was chest height for him, and he was finding it hard going.Ratchet wasn't having a good time either. Drake and Jasmine could fly above the mire, but he didn't have that luxury. He didn't complain, however. Considering where they were going, this was nothing...
Gradually the swamp thinned and the trees grew in closer. Before long they stood on solid ground.
"Thank god." grumbled the squad leader, a captain by the name of Breznan. "I hate swamps. Lombax, how far are we?"
"I have a name, you know. And we're about a kilometre away, give or take."
"Stay quiet, then. There could be patrols around."
At his signal, the Cragmites fanned out and began to move forward, weapons primed. For the first few hundred metres, ther
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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