Hidden Sanctuary 2

Check out part 1 here: https://wanderingpoems.blog/2019/07/12/hidden-sanctuary-1/


Now, where was I? Ahh yes, the doctor and I were busy searching the battlefield for survivors, and to our distress had yet to find a single person still alive. The two armies had clashed at several points along the Evergreen Boundary and it was difficult to tell who had died from the fighting, and who had been killed by the weapon.  

The battlefield was mostly littered with the green uniforms of the Vehrillin Elven army especially as we got further away from the Evergreen Boundary. The humans and the Elves had come to hate each other for reasons I had honestly not done a good job of keeping track of. They had never been the best of friends but to go as far as outright war—and for the humans to use such a powerful unthinkable weapon on the elves…. I had missed something important about the politics between the people of Omnus, our world, our home. I felt like I had failed somehow. And then a ping of sensory information interrupted the stream of my thoughts.  

“Doctor, I can sense someone still alive in this area,” The man just about fell over from shock. I was honestly just as surprised as he was, the weapon had seemed so thorough. Of course, looking back on it now it seems foolish to celebrate one life when so many had been extinguished—but sometimes you have to hold onto the little hopes and happiness’s.  

“Where are they?” he asked looking around for any signs of life.  

I had been flying near the ground as slowly as I could so the doctor could keep up with me, so while I could sense the life force, I couldn’t see who it was coming from. And for all I knew the person was unconscious and just as unmoving as the sea of corpses they were drowning in. So, I flapped my wings hard and angled myself up to get a better view, hoping I would see something to help us pinpoint who we were looking for.  

We were in luck, not too far in the distance I could see a monster, a blue green dragon with fins and neck frills. If the monster had been a Crownicorn or some other scavenger monster I might have just assumed they were there to collect their bounty of food. But dragons didn’t scavenge, and they were among some of the smartest monsters one could find. That dragon was still protecting its person, it’s Linker.  

“Doctor, this direction,” I said, flapping hard to make it their as quickly as I could. “Carful they are a Linker and have a monster protecting them.” The doctor didn’t so much as hesitate, running as quickly as his short legs would take him. If he had been thinking he would have called out one of his monsters to help him get their more quickly, he was a Linker himself after all.  

I arrived first and circled around the area a few times trying to get a sense for the situation. The dragon noticed me right away and looked up at me suspiciously. I had no chose but to call down to him in the hopes that his fears might be alleviated. I could communicate with both humans and monsters alike with my telepathy, however just because I could understand a monster doesn’t mean a human could. 

“Brave dragon, does your Linker need medical attention? My doctor friend is coming as quickly as he can.  

The dragon didn’t respond but simply nodded in understanding and uncurled his body and tail reveling a human woman with auburn hair. Her hair was not what was strange about her though, she was wearing the green elven military uniform even though she was clearly human. Her ears were as round as they get, and she didn’t have the odd dark blue skin tones that most elves have. She wasn’t moving, but I could sense life and breath in her.  

When the doctor made it to her, he threw down his medical bag and started to pull out a bunch of tools. Most doctors only carried the basic first aid materials with them into the field. But my friend was not an ordinary medical doctor. He had all sorts of gadgets and gizmos, many of which I didn’t even come close to understanding what they did. And of course, the last thing he pulled out was what he needed, an odd metal glove with a computer of some sort attached.  

He put on the glove and it started to glow as he passed it over his patient carefully. The computer screen started to display the women’s vitals. I’m no doctor but I have picked up the basics over the years. She seemed to be doing fine, even though she was unconscious. The doctor confirmed what I had seen once I got around to landing nearby.  

“She’s stable somehow,” he explained. “And I can’t find any injuries—or even any reason she might be unconscious.”  

That wasn’t surprising, we had taken the time to examine a few of the bodies when we first entered the carnage filled area. None of the victims of the weapon had any injuries on them, but they were dead, nonetheless. And that was the scary part, what killed them? And would it kill the women before long as well?  

“We can’t do anything for her here,” the doctor said to me, even though he had looked up at the dragon as he spoke. “We need to take her back to the Sanctuary.”   

It’s time

So now it’s time to meet again,
A story will unfold,
A truth once thought forgotten,
Will soon change the world.

Hope once thought a meaningless phrase,
Will bring about some change.
And some will fight against it,
But we will change just the same.

Hidden Sanctuary 1

It would have been impossible to say how many bodies littered the field that day. I had a hunch that something was going to happen, but if you had asked me then I never would have guessed so many would die. Part of me wanted to say that if I would have known I would have done something to put a stop to the battle. But I know that’s not true, not because I wasn’t willing to try, but because no matter how powerful I might be, there was no way I could end fighting on that scale. Once humans put their mind to something it’s almost impossible to stop them—even if that something involves killing others for poorly thought out reasons.  

“So, no survivors here either?”  

Ahh right back to the moment, I reminded myself, at my age getting distracted is oddly easy. The man who was speaking wears a white lab coat and a pair of worn safety goggles. He was surprisingly calm considering what he was looking at, but he wouldn’t have made it as far as he had without the ability to keep a level head.  

“Unfortunately, doctor, I can’t sense a single life here either,” I said in a detached voice. It honestly bugs me how easy it is to lose the feeling in my soul when helplessly watching the light of life fade away from so many people. I had to remind myself every time that each life is important, that each person matters. Each person had a life as vivid and as meaningful as my own, even if it’s hard to believe or understand in that way. 

The doctor shakes his head, not because he has to, or because it means anything. After all we’ve repeated this process five times now, for each section of this ridiculously large battlefield—turned graveyard. I knew how he was feeling, and he knew my feelings as well. That is the connection between human and monster. The Doctors human soul and my monster one connected together, even if he isn’t able to fully link with all my power. But so few humans can on their own.  

“I’m sorry Phex—I’m having a hard time collecting my feelings,” the doctor looked up at me. I wasn’t really that large, but the doctor was a shorter human, so he had to look up to see my face.  

I have the body of an owl monster, not that the word owl means much in my world. My feathers are navy blue and brown, and I’m as tall as a tall human. Some have asked me how I can even fly with how much I must weigh at my size, but that is not something I’ve taken to worrying about. My face is always a bird like mask, impossible for human empathy to penetrate, but that’s really for the best. 

“Doctor you have no reason to apologize. I have seen far greater humans then you break down at sights like these.” I intend it as a complement. But I realized afterword’s that humans do not like to be told that there are people greater than themselves. Thankfully the doctor is more forgiving then many humans. And a different part of my comment has caught his attention. 

“Have you seen things like this before?” he asks gesturing to the abandoned corpses that litter the ground.  

I want to tell him that it’s not true, that death on this scale has never happened. And it won’t happen again, that what we are seeing is a onetime thing, an accident of human folly. But that would be a lie…. And I respect the doctor too much to lie to him.  

“Yes,” I said simply.  

The doctor takes out his M-book, an odd tablet device that Linkers use to store and transport their monster friends. I’ve never put much thought into how it works. I’ve also never been inside one, since my links with humans rarely ever last as long as other monsters do. He looks at the device for a moment and then he hugs it, his affection is clearly for the monsters inside.  

“Let’s go to the next area,” the doctor said.   

I wanted to tell him to rest, I wanted to tell him that it doesn’t matter how long we keep going, we probably won’t find anyone who’s still alive, no people, and no monsters. But the doctor respects life almost as much as I do—perhaps more. He is a doctor after all. And so, he won’t rest, not until he has searched every inch of that battlefield for survivors. And I couldn’t either, if there is even the slightest chance that we could save someone who’s still clinging to life, then we must keep going. Maybe we’ll find someone in the next area.  

Maybe…. 

Words from the Road 6

My brilliant strategy was quickly formed,
To distract and deceive would be my goal,
I picked up a rock that lay nearby,
And with a swift pitch let it fly.

The Starlight Wolves looked away,
Their natural born instincts leading them astray.
And then I chose a gap in their number,
And ran through it.

They didn’t have much time to react,
But react they did,
bitting at my heel as I flew by,
Forcing me to greet the Earth with my face.

File 6: Blank

Not much here to see,
Blank and meaningless before thee.
Perhaps you can paint it’s meaning with your soul.
But then would it even be worth seeing?
Who would want such drab colors to curse their eyes?
Art isn’t about people like you.
Leave it to those of us who can make dreams fly.