Episode Fifty-Seven
"Road Block"
Pizoku grips the seat hard enough that his knuckles turn white. He thought Ashlee had been bad as a driver, but this is just too much!
Ashlee rubs her head as the jeep bounces over uneven ground. "Okay how exactly is this better than I was?"
Ma'at appears quite unsettled. "Could we not have traveled a different way?" She asks, clearly not fond of these strange vehicular inventions called jeeps.
"Do you think maybe you could slow down a little?" Pizoku asks, hanging onto the seat in front of him. Neah reaches back and squeezes his hand reassuringly.
"No," Taylor replies and continues driving. His gaze is locked ahead.
"What is it?" Reese asks. He glances at Taylor, then Neah, then at the road ahead.
"They're waiting for us," Taylor replies. Pizoku wants to feel relieved when he feels the jeep slowing down but somehow Taylor's words take that away from him.
"Who is?" Neah asks, looking around Reese at Taylor.
Ashlee interrupts before he can answer. "Does that look right to you?"
Out ahead, a storm rages. But it isn't right. It's condensed in one place, up ahead of them on the road. Pizoku is reminded of a tornado and a hurricane.
"Is it them?" Reese asks what everyone is thinking. "The Ancient Ones?"
Taylor continues to stare. "Partly."
"It's one of them?" Jilan asks, seeking clarification.
"It's a Nine," Taylor replies.
The group is stunned into silence. "A Nine?" Jilan repeats in awe. "They have this much power?"
"They have more," Taylor says darkly, continuing to slow down for some reason.
"Where are they?" Ashlee asks, leaning forward to look out the windshield.
It is Ma'at who answers her. "Right ahead of us."
Everyone looks as Taylor continues to slow down the jeep. In the road in front of them stands a Boy. The power seems to flow out of his body in a menacing posture.
"Oh my god," Pizoku gasps. "It's Raul!"
Meanwhile, in Tibet
"The landscape has changed," The Representative of the South muses as she gazes around the valley.
"It can be reforged," The Representative of the North replies.
The Representative of the East stops. "Infidels have moved into our holy land," He says ferociously. "They build their homes upon our sacred ground."
"They must be punished," The Representative of the West growls in agreement.
"In due time," The North floats past the others. "They will be."
To Be Continued ...
