The Cosmic Hourglass was not truly an hourglass. It measured time in eons, not hours.
Much was contained with the Cosmic Hourglass. Much sand was contained within the Cosmic Hourglass. The sands of time. And each grain of time was allotted to the elements of mortal life. And so, some said, there were many sands within the Cosmic Hourglass. The sands of sleep. The sands of destiny. The sands of joy. And the sands of sorrow. And a multitude more of sands.
All that could be perceived, known, and felt by mortals was contained within the Cosmic Hourglass. Continue reading
“You must make a chicken to peck at the wound.” The remedy man smiled as he presented the treatment.
They advanced on Hector’s master, the sorceress. They looked like men, but Hector knew they were not. The spell his master had cast upon his eyes would not last forever, but while it did, he could see their true nature. The spell revealed the “men” for the wretched creatures they truly were. Monstrosities, their rotting flesh torn and seeping with sickly gray effusion as they were forced through the gates of their underworld prison. Demons. The sorceress held a most precious treasure, which the demons’ master desired. She had it in her arms, even as they surrounded her on the high hill behind her home. She spotted Hector. She held aloft the tome.
There is a potion that can be made from the bright yellow mushroom that grows in the vales beyond the blue grasses. The potion must be made in a certain way or it would contain no power at all. The potion had to be made twice, once at sunrise and once at sunset, of the same day. So in truth, it was two potions. Whatever the potion made at sunrise did, the potion made at sunset could undo. 