The way was forward, that's all that mattered, the little trail of stones that led to the canyons end. Ezrah had kept little else in his mind since the few necessary realities clicked into place, his comfort growing with each subsequent teleport. He'd closed his eyes again, blocking out even Andra's benevolent illusions. They weren't necessary, only the path was necessary and the strange quasi-faith that told the boy the queer powers boiling through his veins would take him where he needed to go. If he kept those thoughts in his head and shunt aside all the rest, then he just might see the end of this without having to suffer the psychic shock of falling into some infinite abyss. Yes, that was a good plan, a good goal, quite beyond winning or losing some madman's contest. Ezrah cleared his mind, and stepped forward. In the fleeting instant before the darkness swallowed him, he felt a twinge, a twist in the corner of his mind meant to watch for Minerva's trickery, and swore.
To some extent, the lad's thinking was not incorrect. The thought of the point in time and space, brought him to that point, without fail. The magic didn't fail, and Ezrah would spend a goodly deal of time reaffirming that mantra to himself in the next few hours to come. No, the magic couldn't fail... but the body might. Ezrah had never given physics very much thought before, a subject only rarely touched upon in his former prophet's more esoteric works. That wasn't quite fair, in Ezrah's estimation, after all, physics could be a right important buggering ***** when it wanted to be. Ezrah landed on the platform he'd been aiming for, he just hadn't expected it to be moving. For that matter, he hadn't expected to be falling, screaming like a drowning cat, or throwing himself into a mad, slap dash series of small teleports to heave his body back onto the pillar's stony surface. He lay there, sprawled out like a piece of flotsam, panting, eyes lolling about, and pondering the current location of his stomach. Ah, so the pillars moved now.
"Well fuck all kinds of duck...."
To some extent, the lad's thinking was not incorrect. The thought of the point in time and space, brought him to that point, without fail. The magic didn't fail, and Ezrah would spend a goodly deal of time reaffirming that mantra to himself in the next few hours to come. No, the magic couldn't fail... but the body might. Ezrah had never given physics very much thought before, a subject only rarely touched upon in his former prophet's more esoteric works. That wasn't quite fair, in Ezrah's estimation, after all, physics could be a right important buggering ***** when it wanted to be. Ezrah landed on the platform he'd been aiming for, he just hadn't expected it to be moving. For that matter, he hadn't expected to be falling, screaming like a drowning cat, or throwing himself into a mad, slap dash series of small teleports to heave his body back onto the pillar's stony surface. He lay there, sprawled out like a piece of flotsam, panting, eyes lolling about, and pondering the current location of his stomach. Ah, so the pillars moved now.
"Well fuck all kinds of duck...."
