Behind the Waterfall by Oscar Crawford

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Behind the Waterfall

The Chronicles of Ossana Mil

A Publication of

Oscar Crawford

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue p. 9
Chapter 1 The Passing of MuGud p. 11
Chapter 2 First Walk Alone p. 14
Chapter 3 New Friends p. 17
Chapter 4 The Seven Principles of MuGud p. 21
Chapter 5 The Priest Masters’ Emissary p. 25
Chapter 6 Roumah Prays p. 31
Chapter 7 Ailith’s Story p. 35
Chapter 8 Control through Fear p. 41
Chapter 9 On the Flying Boards p. 45
Chapter 10 Magi, the Protector p. 49
Chapter 11 Frightening Laughter p. 53
Chapter 12 Out in the Cold p. 55
Chapter 13 Torture of Hell p. 61
Chapter 14 End of the Priest Masters p. 63
Chapter 15 As It Was in the Beginning p. 67
Epilogue p. 71



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Prologue

“Ossana Mil,” the Priest Masters spoke in one loud
gravelly voice.

“Welcome to hell and the rest of your miserable life.
We shall feed on every ounce of your soul until there is
none of you left. We will do with you what we want.
We will use you and torture you and there will be
nothing you can do to stop it,” they said.

When I spoke, I saw shock on their faces. I told them
and all who could witness, “Today you die and I laughed
at them.”

Without emotion, they said, “Laugh at this.”

Guards brought my friends in with orders to kill them
one by one while I watched.

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CHAPTER

1

The Passing of the MuGud

I am the apprentice to my MuGud. She has left me a
task. I must go to hell to save First and Second Earth.

My name is Ossana Mil. I am the third one in the line of
my MuGud. What I am about to share with you has
never been told. If you find my story to be of value and
you believe in the ancient ideas of hope and love, tell
and retell this story where ever you can as often as you
can. Suffering people, doing without things that are
necessary for life, hunger for hope and love.

In the world of my people, our grandmothers raise all
the children because the experienced maturity of their
wisdom exceeds that of our mothers. We know whom
our mothers are but our mothers apprentice under their
mothers to prepare to raise the next generation’s

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children when we give birth to them.

All of my people’s grandmothers, the MuGud (moo goo
d) are the wise ones. Our fathers and grandfathers, the
Magid (mah geed) serve different tasks. They counsel
with each other to design best ways to provide for our
families, our culture, and its continuing.

Our mothers and fathers live together in the same
dwellings. They spend time with each other and family.
All of us are responsible for what we do. We trained
from small children for tasks. We express our love and
care for each other through giving of ourselves to serve
each other by the doing of our tasks to the best of our
ability. Peaceful joy results from our way of life.

We celebrate what life has given us early in the morning
with songs of thanksgiving for life’s gift of love of us. We
sing. Some dance. One of the MuGud tells a story. One
of the Magid expresses our thanks. We enter the quiet
to listen. We eat and then we work all before the
coming light of a new dawn rising.

It is at this point of departure that my story becomes
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would not tell you this long guarded secret did I not
think it important. A danger is coming to our world.

The task handed to me by my MuGud is to save the
world when it is threatened. I must do so in such a way
that no one ever knows what I have done or that
anything took place. When my MuGud believed I was
ready to take on her work she returned to the oneness
of all that is. Her personals distributed as she wished to
her family and to all the people to share.

When all seemed finished of the public distribution, a
small box remained for me to open when alone. As
soon as my family left me to some privacy, I opened the
box. Inside laid a small bottle and a note.

The note directed I go to the place where my MuGud
sang to me as a little child. I had seen her drink from
the same kind of bottle when we went there together. I
was to go there alone and sit, drink from the bottle,
then wait, and listen. The note closed telling me there
would be one other delivery on the day of infinity, just
one other.

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CHAPTER

2

First Walk Alone

My MuGud was the most mysterious loving one.
Legend has it that she loved my grandfather so intensely
one morning before the rising of the people that he had
simply vanished. At the mention of his name and
memory, she made a funny sound like the chirping of
small birds. All of us could feel the ecstasy of love just to
be in her presence.

I always felt safe with her even when we went into the
dark mouth of the mountain that lay just behind the
waterfall. When she would take me there, I enjoyed the
mist of the waterfall, as we would walk into the
darkness of the mountain behind it.

Even when I was a small child, she never held my hand.
She said it was unnecessary that I should experience the

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knowing of her physical to know I was safe. Never once
had I questioned her. Never once had I ever been alone.

The journey was a two-hour walk away from our town of
Nautis. I walked slowly to prepare myself but also to
make sure I make this journey alone. Whatever my
MuGud has planned for me, I want this experience just
as she has designed it.

When I arrived at the waterfall and entered the mouth
of the mountain behind it, I could hear her voice in my
thoughts. She never held my hand before. She was
certainly not going to be holding it today.

The walk in was no different from any other time. It was
as if she was still present with me as she had been all
the times before we had come.

Now, I must find the place where we sat and take my
place. When I got there and began to sit where I always
sit, I heard her voice say, “You sit there no longer my
child; the place I sat is now yours to sit. When you sit,
remember. You are Ossana Mil. People will be looking
for you.”

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strange at all. I am in awe of this moment. I am now to
sit where she sat. I am alone but not alone. She tells
me that she has prepared me, but what is it for which I
am to be ready?

I sat and comforted myself. I opened the bottle. I
remembered my MuGud. I put the bottle to my lips. I
remember I am Ossana Mil. I drink all of it.

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CHAPTER

3

New Friends

I could hear voices calling my name, “Ossana, Ossana.” I
could hear them but not see them. In the darkness
inside the mountain, I cannot see myself. What is this
experience? I hear voices I do not know.

“Ossana, thanks be to the great ones. We are here as
you directed,” a very big dark man said.

I did not see this coming. This giant and excited to see
me ebony man looks at me like he knows who I am. I
have never seen him before. MuGud, you said you
prepared me. I choose to believe you. I will see where
this goes.
“Ossana, it is Magi (MAJJ – ee). Don’t you recognize
me?” he said.

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“She’s not the same one. We were told another would
come soon. She does not recognize anything yet but
she will. They always do,” a woman’s voice said.

Three people sat down with me in a place I do not
recognize. My clothes are different. I feel different.
Who are these people? There is a woman and another
man.

The second man said to the other two, “She does not
wear the ring. That means she has not yet seen the
book. She does not know. So, we get to initiate her.”
The woman said, “She is here. She must have been
chosen or we would not have been called to be here for
her.”

Then she spoke to me, “Ossana Mil, my name is Ailith
(EYE – leeth). This is Magi and this is EMahn (mm
ahhnnn). There are others. We are your servants here.
You are sent to us. We are sent to you. You protect us.
We protect you.”

Ailith realized I was trying to process it all. What she
cannot totally know is that my MuGud has prepared me
and said I am ready. I believe her.

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I spoke up and said, “I am Ossana Mil, the apprentice of
my MuGud. What is the mission?”

They all looked at me and laughed.

EMahn told me it was not that simple. Because I do not
yet possess a book or wear the ring, this time I am here
will determine what happens next for us all.

I asked, “Then why am I here?”

Magi spoke, “Because she believed that you are ready,
she sent you. You sent you. All of you who come are
Ossana Mil.”

Ailith continued, “Think of this as a training run to
determine if you are ready to take on the mission or
whether we must wait another 50 of your years for
another to come.”

“Do we really all look the same?” I asked.

Magi said, “Down to the size of your….”

Ailith and EMahn interrupt him and EMahn says,

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“Ossana, we apologize. It is who he is.”

Ossana reached out to touch Magi and said, “It feels
good to be appreciated. For the record, my MuGud
taught me about being a woman from very early. I like
it. Now, what about the size of my….”

Ailith and Emahn interrupt again and Ailith says, “Not
yet!”

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CHAPTER

4

The Seven Principles of MuGud

I have never traveled before. Being somewhere else or
anywhere else for that matter has been something I
have always dreamed to do. Now that I get to travel to
see the world, it is not my own. I will travel the world of
“Second Earth”.

The world I am to see is a world I must love and protect
as my own. Somehow, I must prove I am worthy of the
task or, leave both worlds unprotected.

I can hear my MuGud telling me the Seven Principles of
MuGud will guide me. 1. Honor Life and Love. 2. Be
prepared by soul and body to protect both. 3. Go where
you must. 4. Know by seeing, hearing, and feeling what
others do not see, hear, and feel.

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5. Use what is available and create what is not. 6.
Strategically plan your actions and then act. 7. Live
thankful. The Seven Principles will never fail you, my
Ossana.

If I do not prove I am worthy of the task, there may not
be another to do what must be done for a long time.
My mother does not know and she cannot pass down
what she does not know.

What did Magi want to tell me about the size of my
when the others interrupted him? I have not spent
considerable time thinking about mating with anyone
before. When he spoke to me, something quickened in
me I have not felt before. I like it. When this mission is
complete, I will seek to explore what I felt. I want to feel
that again.

Everything is so different here on Second Earth. What
problem lies hidden behind this seeming land of
wonder?

I love the clothes people are wearing. They are very
different from what we wear at home. My new friends
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occasion. We would never think of having this many
clothes at home.

Now, I wear a white lace corset with straps connecting
to my above the knee black leather boots. My skirt is
leather like the boots cut in an upside down “V” at the
top of my boots in front and back. I am not sure my
MuGud would approve. I have never seen this much of
my arms uncovered except when I bathe.

I wear a metal enforced leather choker around my neck
with matching bracelets on each wrist and ankle around
my boot. My vest is leather with a broad collar to half
way down my upper arm. It hugs me to the spot where
my body begins to curve in on its way to curve out and
down just above my waist.

The very stylish hat to set off the ensemble sits high and
titled to the left connected by a chain to the back of my
vest. Eleven weapons of choice conceal within the
fabrics at the ready if necessary.
Now, I am ready to see the world of my new friends.
They want me to experience the land my MuGud loved.
I walk with her. No hand do I need to hold.

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CHAPTER

5

The Priest Masters’ Emissary

We will be travel by train. When we are arrived at the
train station, there were no buildings and no people.
There was just empty space.

I asked, “What kind of trains do you have on your
world.”

“My trains,” said EMahn.

“So where are they?” I asked.

“Listen, Ossana. Hear what others do not hear. See
what others do not see. Feel what others do not feel,”
EMahn said.

It was then I could begin to hear many sounds of

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whistles and hisses of steam. People were yelling.
Someone was even yelling Ossana Mil as he flew
through the air on a floating board. I never saw such a
thing before.

I waved to him yelling my name. As he descended to
float very near me, my friends stood between the rider
and me. They demanded to know his business with
Ossana Mil.

He reported he had a message from the Priest Masters
of Hell, a warning really. His message passed to me
after Magi inspected it and demanded the flying
emissary leave.

He waited until I read the message. It said, “Ossana Mil.
Return to your cave. Nothing concerns you here. You
are not safe here. Remain and you shall die.”

I asked where I could find these Priest Masters of Hell
and if we could go there by train.

Ailith was the first to respond telling me, “The Priest
Masters are the ministers of hell. They seek to destroy
your world of First Earth and risk ours to do so. I am the

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only one of us ever to be there and I barely escaped
with my life.”

“And yet, here you stand. Can we do it or not?” I asked.
With a polite look of anger, Ailith said nothing.

I moved on to speak to the rider, “How do I find your
Masters?”

He said, “Ossana Mil, I beg you to go home. What
happens here is not your business.”

“Rider, I would speak to you alone,” said Ossana.
He stepped off his board to walk with me. I wanted to
know why I am both necessary and unnecessary. Who
are these Priest Masters of Hell? What threatens them
by my presence?

I spoke to him of my simple interests, “The balance must
be maintained here to maintain the balance in my
world. Have your Masters not only limited regard for
the people here but none for the people in my world?”

He looked at me and said, “My masters have regard for
a singular interest, theirs. All other life is irrelevant.

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They feed on the fear energy of others. It is their
aphrodisiac.”

“Aphro what, what is he talking about? I demanded.
Ailith said to me, “Not now, Ossana.”

The rider continued, “Creating paralyzing fear is what
they do in this world and will in yours without your
people even realizing it, unless.”

“Unless what,” I thought before I spoke. “What do they
get out of this? Where is the profit in it? Is there
nothing more for them? Are you one of them or simply
their emissary slave?”

The rider raised his head and said to me, “Choice of
thought does not belong to me. I do my Masters
bidding. There is no other way for me and mine.”

“Would it not be better to die than live like this?” I
asked.

“I can tell you will not leave. Be warned, Ossana Mil.
Continue this path and you will die. As for me, I am
already dead,” he said.

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“Will you take us to your Masters?” I asked.

“If you capture me as your prisoner and force me, I will
show you the way. This I can promise you. You will be
watched and attacked all the way,” he told me.

“You are now free and you will accompany us as my
friend,” I said.

“What is friend?” he asked.

“A friend is someone who cares about you and wants
you to have the opportunity to live free of fear. A friend
trusts the people who are their friends. Friends look out
for each other. As your new friend, I promise you no
harm shall come to you from us,” I said.

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CHAPTER

6

Roumah Prays Thanks

And in hell he lifted up his eyes being tormented by the
flames. Luke 16 vs 23a

Magi, EMahn and Ailith were outraged I wanted to bring
the rider of the flying board with us. I learned his name
was Roumah (roo – MAH). I now know this world is
called the Second Earth and these Priests Masters of
want control of both worlds. Life based on fear will give
them unlimited power to control the lives of all our
people on both worlds.

“EMahn, your train belongs to you. You, Ailith and
Magid came to me. Why did you come to me? Do you
even know each other? How well do you know each
other? I know none of you and yet here we are. You
want me to see your world. Then let us begin with the “

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center of its conflict and deal with these Priest Masters
of Hell.

Strange looks painted their faces attempting to
understand me. What I was asking of them I am not
fully sure. Their faces tell me they have serious
concerns that I do not know what I am doing. About
that, they are correct. Neither their thoughts nor my
own distract me. The mission is clear. My actions
determine the future of my world and theirs. All else is
irrelevant.

“Roumah is coming with us. I understand you may have
concerns about my decision. That is not negotiable. He
has already told me of the dangers that wait. I am going
with you or without you,” I said.

They all look at each other and then at me again. In
order, they spoke.

Magi said, “I serve the MuGud.”

EMahn said, “I serve the MuGud.”

Ailith said, “I serve the MuGud.”

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Roumah said, “My fear controls me. I do not know of
the MuGud. I show the way to Ossana Mil.”

I looked to EMahn and said, “When your train lands to
pick us up, you should create a reason for all the
passengers to get off. They should not be at risk
because of what we must do. The gates of hell do not
march on us. We march on them and take them by
force.”

When I settled myself, I said to Emahn, “There is one
other thing, Emahn. I am now hungry. Tell me the food
on your train will make my heart sing. We must eat and
rest while we can.”

He nodded with a smile on his face. He seemed ready
to show off one of his trains’ refined features. Perhaps
one day I will reveal to them that I am a good cook. I am
at least on my world.

As we gathered around food, I asked if any knew
blessings of thanks for life, food and provision. For
extended quiet moments, there was no response. Then
as if remembering another time, Roumah stood.

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We all gave silence. His words followed, “Great One of
all that is, was, and will ever be; in this moment we stop
and breathe to say thanks for your living presence in us
and all of life. In this moment with new ones, one calls
me friend. You have my thanks for a moment’s new
hope. For your provision to give strength for the
journey, I offer you thanks.”

With thanks said, he sat and seemed to become as
lifeless and empty as before. We ate sumptuous food
that was beautiful and tasty. I have no idea what
anything was. I just know it was good. Emahn was
pleased with himself.

After eating, Magi took the Warrior’s stand to watch
over us while we rested. Emahn played a stringed
instrument. Roumah sang. Ailith danced with her
hands. We shared a moment’s joy. When Magi’s face
relaxed, he smiled to me. Then I slept.

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CHAPTER

7

Ailith’s Story

When I woke, Magid stood above us all continuing his
watch. I told him to rest. I was fully conscious. He
pointed to Roumah who was looking at me.

Magi told me, “He has not moved and he has not closed
his eyes. He has not stopped watching you while you
slept.”

When, I moved to stand, Roumah did not move but his
eyes moved like the eyes of a painting that seem to
follow when one moves across a room.

I called his name, “Roumah!”

He did not move. Only his eyes moved with my every

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move.

There was only one conclusion. The Priest Masters see
everything I am doing through the eyes of the Roumah,
their pawn.

I needed to know if there was a way to communicate
with Roumah without the Priest Masters knowing what I
am doing. I turned my back to Roumah to speak to
Magi. I told him my plan.

I told Magi to get a mirror to place so close to Roumah’s
eyes that would be all they see. I wanted to know what
would happen once his watchers were now blind.

Next, we watched. I expected something should
happen. Nothing did. Before removing the mirror, I
made a series of glass shields to place over his eyes so
he could not see clearly.

I had Magi wake Ailith. I needed to know if she knew
anything about how the Priest Masters see through
Roumah’s eyes.

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but we did not know what. They would come for them
and we would never see them again.”

I needed information in a place where it was slow to
come if it existed at all. I demanded to know how she
had managed to get into and out of hell.

She told us, “My love mate was charged and convicted
of a crime, I know he did not commit. His choices were
death or hell.”

Emahn wakes and tries to take in what he is seeing.
Ossana is interrogating Ailith. Roumah has glass bowls
on his head while Magi observes and stand watch.

Ailith continued, “I talked him into accepting hell. As
long as he was alive, I held onto the hope I could one
day free him. In the meantime, I secretly learned
everything I could about hell and the Priest Masters.

“I plotted and planned to kidnap a hell guard. Actually, I
was so desperate I seduced one. After his magic
moment with me, he told me everything I needed to
know to gain access to the Priest Masters. I gave him
the last best week of his life.

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“When I was ready, I planned a mass murder so evil that
the Priest Masters of Hell summoned me. The
appreciated my style. After my arrival and orientation, I
was there for months in training.

“Finally, I was called to a task to determine if I could be
trusted to do what I was told to do. They ordered me to
cut out a prisoner’s eyes for a new experiment. The
wizards serving the Priest Masters had learned how to
create machine eyes in a person where their real eyes
used to be. The one with the new eyes could then spy
wherever they desired.

“When I reported to the surgical room, the prisoner who
no longer knew who he was or from where he had come
was covered but for his eyes. For a moment, the eyes
felt familiar. I proceeded to cut them out one by one
without thinking about it. I placed each eye in solutions
waiting for them. I have but one mission in hell and that
is to find my love mate and get out. I would not allow
this to stand in my way.

“When the procedure was complete and the covering
sheet removed I knew hell’s cost had been much too
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one to die immediately. It was his eyes I had cut out.”

After hearing Ailith, I immediately went to comfort her.
I put my arms around her and told her I was sorry for
her pain.

I asked her, “What was his name?”

She responded, “His name is Roumah.”

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CHAPTER

8

Control Through Fear

And the gates of hell shall not prevail upon them.
Matthew 16 vs 18

Roumah spoke in a soft voice as if to keep his keepers
from hearing, “Ossana Mil, I cannot lead you to where
my eyes cannot see but there is another way. Your train
must set sail for the sun. I am sure your man has a sun
compass. If he does not, you will need a tracking bird if
you will find your way to hell. I really do not think you
should need either. Because I cannot clearly see, hell
will be on its way to you.”

I asked, “How do the Priest Masters control people
through fear?”

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“They reach into the emotions of the mind to find the
one thing they can use. They cause people to believe
they will die a horrible death eaten by monsters,
poisoned by their food, or their children taken. They
use whatever they can find hidden. If they find nothing,
they create a danger.

“Make no mistake. They are cruel torturers. The more
literal pain they cause the stronger they grow,” Roumah
said.

“Ossana, we have a problem!” yelled Emahn.

“The train is losing power. Only our sails keep us in the
air for now.”

“Can you turn the sails into canopies tied together by
four points to collect the air to hold us up if necessary?”
I asked.

“If you can draw it, it can be done. Where did you learn
this?” he asked.

“Ossana, there is more. Tracking birds are following us.
They are breathing their fires and preparing to strike,”

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said Ailith.

“That is not all, Ossana Mil. There are many board
riders with the tracking birds,” said Magi.

“Tracking birds, what are these tracking birds that
breathe fire?” I asked.

Magi said, “In your world, you call them dragons.”

“In my world, they are not real. They are only legend,” I
told them.

“Talk to me, all of you. What do these threats intend?
Do they intend to do harm or generate fear?” I asked.

In unison, they all responded, “Both!”

I realized we needed to talk so that Roumah could
neither see nor hear. I would position my back to him
with all gathered with faces very low and close to mine
to speak in whispered voices.

“What are your thoughts for our course of action?” I
asked.

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Emahn said, “We could run.”

“Run where?” I asked.

Ailith said, “We could stop to hear what they want.”

“What are your thoughts, Magi?” I asked.

“We wait until we know what they want and what
course of action they plan,” he said.

“Very well, for now we watch and we wait,” I told them.

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9

On the Flying Boards

Days and weeks passed. All the tracking birds did was
circle our train day and night. After a fortnight, I
decided it was time to know. I took Roumah’s board and
flew out to engage the tracking birds. I flew to where
they seemed to be. They were not there. What we saw
was not real.

When I returned Roumah spoke softly to me again,
“Well Done, Ossana Mil. They will not like this. They
will not like this at all.”

I directed the others to handle their activities as if the
threat they believed they saw did not exist. I needed a
strategy to go on the attack. I told my three
companions, I needed weapons by the time real people

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showed up for the next encounter. I intended to strike
first.

Days later another rider appeared floating in the air
saying, “The Priest Masters are not pleased. I am your
only hope of survival. Release Roumah to me.
Surrender unconditionally and I will not have to be
joined by other riders and tracking birds to force your
capture.”

I went to meet him in the air. He was as real as Roumah.
I told him that did not work for us. I apologized he
would not be returning to his Masters even to report. I
waived my hand. The grappling anchor hit him so fast
he never saw it. Next, we blur his vision and cut off his
hearing.

We repeated the action until we had captured more
than 100 riders. One train compartment filled with
riders unable to see or hear.

I tire of this. It is time to go to them.

I spoke to Roumah. I needed to know if the flying
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to do was say was, “to the Masters.”

“Ossana Mil, it is not that simple. You have no idea
what awaits you there. It is the place you will die,” he
said.

“If it is the purpose of my MuGud that I go into hell to
die at the hands of the Priest Masters, so be it.

Whatever she has prepared me to do, I will do. I am
going to find a way to restore you to your former life, my
friend,” I told him.

I spoke to no one of my plans. In the early hours before
the coming of the sun, I slipped away to mount the
flying board. When I emerged from the train, I was
surprised at what I saw. Magi, Ailith and Emahn were all
hovering on flying boards waiting for me.

“Is this how it is to be?” I asked.

Ailith flew down to me leaning her face in very close to
mine to say, “It is and there shall be no talk.”

"Does she speak for you?” I asked.

Behind the Waterfall

Both Magi and Emahn made clear to me that she spoke
for them. Ailith returned to her position with both of
them.

In unison, they said, “We follow the MuGud.”

“Then, to the Masters,” I said.