Dragonworld: The Rise Of The Man-Dragon — Part 1
The Eye of Darkness: Part 1 of my sci-fi fantasy novel.
The eye of darkness
It felt as if his body were levitating in the air, freed from its physical constraints. A bright light in the distance was pulling him in. Only a dark, narrow ravine separated him from what lay beyond.
This is what it feels like when you die, he thought to himself. The valley of shadows is a mental state between life and death. With each fading heartbeat, he was getting closer to crossing it.
The mental was a reflection of the physical. Strewn across the ground, the lone figure kept passing in and out of consciousness. His weary soul teetered on the edge of oblivion. Too weak to fight the Grim Reaper, the man made peace with his predicament. The end was near. He felt it. The fire had gone out of the heath.
Yet, a small spark seemed to persist, hidden in the innermost parts of the psyche. The brain was still churning, but had trouble separating the real from the imaginary. Maybe it was just the gods of the underworld playing tricks on him. Was he still alive? Was he breathing? Or, was he already dead?
His mind kept flashing images. One, after the other. Faces of people he had encountered, places he had visited, and defining…
