Day Eight Hundred Thirty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Arose thankful for what a time of rest can do. Elijah called for a time of meditation and put off our trek until later in the night. I was thankful for that too.

Come time to leave it was a simultaneous decision without a spoken word between us.

But we had much to say between us along the way. Elijah said we should make it a short hike, confident we would find the landmark well soon. I shared that we should be prepared to defend ourselves.

And so both sayings came to pass.

Within the next hour we discovered the well. And we had to run off a pair of jackals that disputed our presence.

We took turns on watch.

Day Eight Hundred Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I followed Elijah’s lead up to the top of the tallest building. And here we passed the night in what I would describe as an audience chamber.

On a clear day I suppose the view would go on forever. At least far enough to trace our recent path through the mountains and then down to this megapolis. But today nothing but haze meets our gaze, rendered more opaque by the brilliance of the sun’s rays from somewhere up above.

Our time of meditation was interrupted by the floating image of Stan which was bigger than both of us. He gloated about his successful effort to remove us from our role as the protective covering over the army of the East.

Day Six Hundred Forty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

One full day stretched to a day and a half. We wanted to wait for the cooler temperatures of night before setting out again.

It has been good to rest and collect ourselves. I believe it has done Elijah much good too.  He has been moving noticeably slower.  His fasting is taking its toll.

The Captain sat with his face to the south.  At times I could see his concern for his friend Tomas chase away the peace engendered by his meditation. I understand and empathize with him.

It was during one of those moments that Elijah intervened to save my life. I had inadvertently positioned myself beside a scorpion’s nest. It was scuttling my way when he crushed it.