Episode Sixty-One
"12-5-11-47"
12 Days. 5 Hours. 11 Minutes. 47 Seconds. . . 46 seconds. . . 45. . .
Pizoku watches as the large digital numbers countdown. "What is that?"
Reese stares up at the apparent digital numbers that appear above them in the air of the Hub. "The Countdown."
Pizoku looks over at the other boys. "Countdown to what?"
Reese looks back. "Good question."
Pizoku looks at the others standing around him. "But you're familiar with it."
"Let's just say this isn't the first time we've dealt with it." Ashlee glances over at Taylor.
"12 days," Jilan says, frowning. "That's not a whole lot of time."
"Do I get any clues?" Taylor asks, turning to look at Hosha. "Or do I have to just, figure it out? Cuz I'm really not that fond of the whole "figuring it out" method."
Hosha smiles in response. "If you pay attention to the world around you, you may just see it before it comes." Two Circular shapes lower down behind her.
Taylor shakes his head. "Sometimes, I really hate you."
Hosha snaps her fingers and both Portals roar into life. She indicates the one on her left. "This will take you to your desired destination." She motions to the Portal on her right. "This will take the Boy to his."
"Our destination?" Ma'at asks as Jilan and Ashlee walk to the left.
"Egypt," Neah replies. "To find your Thoth and your Temple."
Pizoku watches Reese step through after Ashlee. "And Raul's?" he glances at the prone figure of his friend.
Neah pushes him lightly on the back. "The Island."
Pizoku isn't sure what that is supposed to mean. He turns to look at Taylor, who glances back up at the countdown. 12 days. 5 hours. 10 minutes. 48 seconds. . . 47 seconds. . . 46. . .
Meanwhile, in Tibet...
The inhabitants of the village of Lhartse are growing uneasy. They can feel that something on the wind is not right.
The morning's sunrise had a hue that was foreboding. A deep blood red that colored the sky and the mountains in a most worrisome manner. It almost seems as if the earth herself has been trembling.
The men of the village are quite busy. They hurry about in the morning, fortifying their homes in the valley against any possible incursion that may be coming. They work to safeguard the main entrance from the ridge path so that their families may be warned of whatever comes.
They are in this process when a small voice startles them. The men turn and find a little girl standing on the path before them.
"Hello," says Marisol, as she smiles up at the men before her. "Would you like to play with me?"
To Be Continued...
