So here is the chapter preview for…the next…Eikasia update….
…It’s bad when I can’t remember what number I’m at, right? OH MY GOD. WTH. SOMEONE SLAP ME. RIGHT NAO.
(shut up and take this preview before I change my mind!)
When the dark came over them, whole and impenetrable, Hakeem ceased moving. When he looked back behind him, he saw no light. In their home world, this would be impossible—they hadn’t traveled far from the edge of the forest. But this was the Other Place, and it was a half-world, fraught with magic. This was a supernatural darkness.
He opened his mouth to mention this when—
“I can’t see!” That was Nyx. Her voice was tight with sudden panic. She sounded far away.
“Nyx?” Elmiryn. She was behind him.
“Get off my foot, idiot!” Quincy. She was to his right. Perhaps a few steps.
“Stay calm,” he said, reaching toward his wife. His hand swiped through air.
“Elle!?” Nyx again. Her voice traveled and he heard brush being disturbed. “Elle, where’d you—ah!” There was a thud.
“Cajeck!” Kali, now. “Stop stumbling around like that!”
“Nyx, you’re going the wrong way!” Elmiryn called. Now she was on Hakeem’s immediate left.
“In case you haven’t noticed, Kali, we can’t see anything. Historically this has never been a good thing!” Nyx snapped.
“Elmiryn, gods damn it, get off my foot!” Quincy snarled.
The warrior’s response was tight with laughter. “Wizard, I’m not even touching you!”
“ELMIRYN!!” It was Nyx again. Hakeem heard sharp snapping sounds, like threads breaking.
“Nyx!? Nyx!” Hakeem felt Elmiryn shove past him.
The Fanaean covered his face with both his hands, a groan coming up his throat. “Everyone just calm down…”
A scuffle. It sounded like snapping wood. Hakeem couldn’t pin point the source.
“Nyx? Where the hell—?”
“R-Right here, Elle.” Nyx’s voice was small. “I just…it was moss. Just…uh…moss.”
Kali’s voice was a disgruntled grind. “A Champion of Survival, and she still can’t stand the feel of hanging vegetation.”
“It was scary vegetation! Okay!?”
“Kitten…” Elmiryn’s relief was apparent even amidst layers of exasperation.
Hakeem spoke loudly. “If all you women are finished being silly—”
“Hey, midget.” The gentle tone vanished as the warrior’s voice steeled. “I don’t care how little you are, I will kick you in the cod piece.”
He cleared his throat, clasping his hands in front of him. “Noted. I just wanted to let you all know that I recognize what’s happening.”
“And what is happening exactly?” Kali asked.
“We’re deep inside a magical edge effect.”
“Are you familiar with the legend of the blackwood?”
“I am.” That was Elmiryn. Her voice had turned somber. “It was the forest of devils.”
Hakeem smiled in the dark. “Yes. The forest was famous for its ability to separate the color spectrum.”
“Aesutan used it to clothe himself in the ways of the universe.” Elmiryn’s voice was virtually a whisper now.
Hakeem frowned at this as he resumed. Was that a note of realization in her voice? “Yes…Meaning color can be manually manipulated.”
“Someone made a barrier of the color black!” Nyx exclaimed.
“Actually, black is the absence of color, and as color simply makes up the spectrum of light then it’s absence means—”
“We can’t see,” the Ailuran finished. “Fascinating! And…troublesome.”
“Very good, ikati. You’re correct. We should–” Hakeem broke off as his body tensed. Something just occurred to him.
“Hakeem? Is something the matter?”
The Fanaean waved his hands through the dark, trying to feel his way. “Mweze? Are you there? Mweze?”
“Oh. Oh no! That’s right, Quincy hasn’t said anything for nearly a minute,” Nyx murmured.
“What’s the problem?” Elmiryn asked. “She does that all the time!”
“Yes, but she does that with a level of menace that tells of a desire to hit you. That feeling’s noticeably absent.”
“When you say ‘you’—”
“I’m referring to you, Elmiryn.”
“I…you know, for once I have nothing to say to that.”