Outside of time, Locke did travel, through rockface, iron gates, and over gravel. She found Ynayna trapped in time by the entrance to the P’Toran mine.
With the Paniom lifted just a notch, Locke allowed Ynayna movement to watch as one by one she brought into view the firstborn captives who have since grew.
Caldane, the valet, the GodSon, last to appear, smiled at his mother, whispering, “You are here.” “In time, my son”, Locke replied, as she glared at Ynayna with nowhere to hide.
“When the Paniom lifts, I command of thee away into exile for you to flee… take Skaglad your lacky and begone and you may no longer judge over anyone.”
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This week’s prompt word is ‘Valet’, and I’ve gone for an obscure interpretation of the word from the middle ages, where it is associated with royal households… although in Everplain it is also linked to the families of the gods.
That’s the beauty of mythology. Things can suddenly take on a different meaning!
Epic Mythology continues next time, and previous parts are contained within my Storylines menu.
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