This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly. To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.
Mikael stood once again in the middle of the barren land, an empty field covered with a layer of crisp white snow.
There was no wind, the air was not cold, and there was no sun to reflect on the snow. Just a field. Ongoing, infinite plain clear whiteness, mimicked by a sky full of crisp white clouds that seemed to roll on for eternity. The faintest air of gray separated the two, the only thing giving distinction between land and sky. It was blinding in its vast barrenness, distracting in its emptiness. Mikael closed her eyes, knowing that she had to concentrate. Too often, of late, her dreams had been of this barren land, this emptiness. And too often she had allowed herself to simply stand, passively looking around, unable to see beyond the nothing though she knew something must be there. Something beyond the silence that rushed through her.
Shaking slightly she opened her eyes, looking far to the distance, turning slowly to see all around. Nothing. Nothing but same gray and white.
“Show me, show me… something.” Mikael muttered, her voice carrying in the silence. “Give me guidance. Show me the way to go.” She raised her voice, pleading, “What is happening? What am I supposed to be doing? Why?” She did not know who [Read More].