Destiny

[jammi]

I cradled the object to my chest. I could feel it vibrating gently; pulsing even. I wondered what had activated it...

Quickly I rifled through the jumbled mess to find several other Artefacts. They were still as dead as the day I had brought them however. I checked my watch for the time. It was 6 am, of the 27th. There was nothing special about the date and besides having a Transport land on it, nothing important had happened in order to activate the Truth Stone, as I had dubbed it.

Unless... Perhaps it had been activated by pure luck? Maybe the Transport crashing had emitted some sort of radiation or sound that had activated it. The latter was more likely the vibrations from the explosion, diluted through the safes walls could have happened to form an activation key. It was unlikely but all I could think of in my injured state.

I gathered up a few more of the dead Artefacts and bundled them into my mud streaked jacket. Then I turned back to Harman, trying not to take in the ruined face and the gaping wounds which revealed that which should not ever see daylight. Rolling him over to avert the dead mans gaze, I checked his pockets, finding the car keys.

Retracing my steps through the previously familiar house I found the car and unlocked it. Starting the ignition I moved it into reverse and jerkily pulled away. My lack of confidence behind the wheel was further hindered by my right arm refusing to move. I was beginning to think something important may have been shot - a numbness spreading through the limb testifying to this.

Slowly the car crept away from the necropolis. I set course for the spaceport. Surely there must be a connection between the Greater Truth and the Rhienlanders. The intricacy of the symbol and the fact it had been repeated twice by people of completely different walks of life ruled out coincidence.

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