Short Story Preview: Into the Everlasting – Nick Horgan
This is not what I had expected when I turned the corner. I could hardly see anything. Grey forms, sad and ugly came into focus as my eyes adjusted. Where were the vibrant, colourful light-filled forms of previous visits? There was a heavy feeling in the air, of dread, of separation, of anger, and a sense of something worse coming. I felt trapped and alone, surrounded and lost. Had some force of darkness wiped through this place I had come to love? Where were the auras of light, or the pathway home?
I had followed the way here the same as every other time. I’d taken the usual precautions – it was too fantastic to risk losing the way. But here I was and all was grey, an ominous, silent scary darkness clung to everything, where before it had been bright and effervescence, a clear and melodious light in every direction. Shadows loomed close overhead threatening. The foreboding was spreading from my chest to my arms and I was physically shaking. I could see outlines moving in the distance but all the turning points were gone, the pillars of light that showed the way back. The entry point was there glowing and pulsating slowly in the murky gloom, an amber edge that showed where I had come in but could not return by. I tried to concentrate on the distance, beyond what I could see, hoping to summon a guideling.
I’d never had any difficulty before, in fact the first time the guideling had come naturally without asking, and maybe every time since. That first time I barely knew where I was, just that I’d left my material world behind, wondering lucidly whether I was dreaming or hallucinating. …