Story: The Ninja of Health, XXVII

( Part XXVI , XXVIII )

At the bed and breakfast that evening, the two ninjas of health lay, contentedly thinking about the day. Finally, the Man reached for the phone and dialled for home. The familiar voice of their mentor picked up, and quieted as he listened to their story until it was concluded. Then, Ken asked two questions.

"Are you sure the design was triangulated?" Was the first question.

"Yes. Rendered extremely jagged." His lady companion half-smiled at the technicalities.

"Have all the elements from the tablecloth been explained?"

"We don't have anything for the spaceship/lighthouse, but otherwise it matches." The ninja of health then added, hesitantly, "It has to be the right place. Everything points to something important here."

"Yes, it does. The last element will fall into place. Prophecies are inherently abstract. We have so little practical experience with them that it's difficult to explain."

"What about the Oracle? Any sign of improvement?"

"No, he remains out for the count."

The conversation then rambled for a little while, and we leave the two to their repose.

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The world turned once again, and at dawn we find the two back atop the cliffs, with more bags of coloured sand than you could possibly ever count. The Woman casually gained access through the construction panels and began to slit open the bags, which her companion then poured down the side of the crater. Finally, the sand was a foot thick, streaked and layered in its many colours.

The two descended to the crater and settled into their classical poses of meditation. The sand began to swirl around them. The crater grew dark as the Sun apparently vanished, and the world became dimly distant.

More shall follow.