Eclipsing the Dunes

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

As the land became progressively more treacherous, I didn’t want to risk a repeat incident of a pitfall with my own arms or legs being injured; that would make things exponentially more unacceptable. That meant I was forced to keep my eyes scanning as far as I could see, an activity made difficult given the hellish- hillish nature of the terrain. It seemed more and more of it was just pure sand and had to wonder if the suits I had seen earlier had been worn in some measure to keep cool or maintain water in kind of climate. If it was I had to marvel if such a contraption worked by muggle or magical means, or something similar.

My first hint of such had been the eye color, it was too unnatural. Or maybe it was natural. Infinite potentials considering the situation I found myself. Considering where they had found themselves, had they come her voluntarily because similarities to their own world? Regardless their comportment was entirely unacceptable even if they were equals.

Which they weren’t.

However a much more pertinent issue was taking place, I was beginning question my sanity in doubting the name of this place. When it had already offered such strange curiosities, who was I to judge on whether or not it could provide impossibilities as well? But something like this was bit too high on my scale for impractical places to transverse. But it did leave time for conversation.

With each step and the crunch of dried once water bound sand I moved forward on the prescribe path. I didn’t spare the bird much in the way of a visual cue that I was talking to him. But I did speak with a tone that wasn’t so colored with the forced act I had paid to the natives.

“So might I inquire what New Babylon is and why they are willing to tempt fate so with a name like that…” I queried. While I never found myself attracted to muggle religions the Orphanage had… done a rather exemplarity job ensuring our exposure to such things. The Tower of Babel in particular and prophecies regarding Babylon, to be exact, stuck with me. Be they myth or historical fact I knew something of luck and how whim, will, magic and fate played into it.

It was just asking for disaster to tear it down.

Granted that I had been brought here by a proverbial god that went by the name Omni… well I may have to reevaluate which deific entities were worthy of my praise and support. Though I had some time in that regard provided He chose not to smite me any time soon as he had the Golem. The nervousness I could feel in me regarding that incident still felt out of place. Such things did not become a Dark Lord.

“…are we to ally them, combat them or something else entirely?” I continue, not really pausing much even with my own thoughts on the subject floating across my pages.