Moira's Diary>

Chapter 15 (3rd August 2001 CE*)



Armand and Moira are before King Slorta. Do we accept the task (of retrieving the Sword) ? I say yes, as I had said previously. Armand said that he accepted the task, as part of the Position. Slorta says that it is strange times - another of Oberon's children is seeking to be admitted to his Court; we will meet them. They enter - a woman with green hair, green dress and pale green skin. It is Llewella, accompanied by a man in gothic armour with red spikes. He is the same guy as was on the beach with the Moira clone that was bashed. His name is Lord Gorthor.
They come down the hall. They offer their services to the Courts to expunge Amber from Creation. Gorthor removes his helm at Slorta's request. He bears a resemblance to Erwin, perhaps that of a brother. I ask Gorthor who his father is. "Lucifer", he replies. "Really", I reply. Gorthor looks a bit mad at me. I allow a black eerie glow to emanate from me - this makes him look discomfited. Satisfied, I let the glow fade. I seem to have a new enemy. Llewella asks permission to view the Abyss - it is granted, and she leaves with a servant. Gorthor appears to be trying to linger.
Slorta asks Armand and I if we want to walk the Logrus. Armand says he is ready and willing. I say I will wait, if that is permitted. Armand is taken down the stairs to Suhuy Ways. I may observe.

We walk down a set of corridors like a keep. Different realities are dovetailed together separated by veils. This is how the Ways of the Courts are made.

Armand steps upon the Logrus. My mind link with Armand is broken as he does so. He is lost within. I sit watch, as he did for me when I walked the Pattern. Suhuy is there also; he offers me refreshments, as my brother will be some time. He goes away and returns with some grub-things. I take one. Slimy, yet satisfying. we talk. He says that he'll offer me some advice. My destiny is linked with a family member - Michaela. But she has been killed by the King .....
Armand suddenly reappears in the room, dropping to the floor in a crouch. He is very weak although he strives not to show it or yield to it. I go to him and take his arm, allowing him to lean on me as he needs to without it being too obvious.


* Note: CE = Chronology of Earth

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