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expression… the ‘sands of time,’ I believe it’s what

they call it. They are indeed correct. Time is a lot like

sand… because… everything… falls… into… place…”

The young man looked down at the pile of sand,

but then opened his eyes even further in both awe

and terror as he observed everything around him.

What once was an island off of the coast of Greece

was now covered with sand. Statues and towers

were replaced with sphinxes and monoliths, many

of the rivers around them had dried up, and for sure,

there was a mystical yet dark presence surrounding

them. What’s more, the phoenixes and titans around

them had been equipped with armour plating that

looked to be enchanted, given their dark color and

very familiar pictorial symbols around them.

“Is… is this…?”

“Your home? Yes, yes it is,” replied the woman,

clearly proud of the feat she had just accomplished.

“But… how did you-”

“Ah ah ah. A true magician never reveals her

deepest, darkest, secrets.” She winked at the

hooded man, and proceeded to walk away, not too

keen on staying any longer than she needed to

because she had obtained all of the information

she felt that she needed about our protagonists.

“Just remember what I have done for you this

day, as you will be returning the favor in full.” The

woman looked off into the distance, longingly,

knowing full-well what she had planned in store.

“Tír na nÓg will be mine…”
By Stephen Boyd

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