Reblogged from Trent’s World:

Note – this is part seven of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

As we waited for the Watchers to decided our fate, I studied the rock enclosure.  It felt odd that in the place of the Watchers, nobody was paying attention to me, leaving me alone.  The place we were seated was more than just a widening of the chasm we had followed.  It was created were two of the fissures crossed, with four massive corners.  The sun had long ago set deep down in our culvert, but the sky up above was still glowing orange and red.  As I looked, I realized that someone was looking back.

At each of the four rock corners was a face.  Looking closer I saw that they were triple faces carved by nature into the living rocks.

The trees weren’t the Watchers!  The rocks were.  The entire Earth could watch, which is why they knew everything from everywhere.  They used others were there was no rock.

I tapped Whindel on the shoulder.

“Don’t bother me, I’m thinking,” the wizard said.

“But the Watchers…”

“…are deciding if they will help us.  That’s why I need to think.”

“But they aren’t the Watchers.  They are…”

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