The Voices

He woke to the sound of voices faraway. Oldish voices chanting in prayer. Minggled with the sound of a baby crying. His instinct to protect snapped him out of his dream. He moved swiftly through the misty jungle towards the babies cries.

The voices became louder. Then suddenly the jungle vanished and he was on a rock . Below him he saw giant lizards swimming in tea . Only the tea changed into mud and then into mush.

What was that in a gong going round in circles? A baby in a gong circled by lizards. Gnashing teeth swimming round and round.

Zaklion leaped from the rock and ran to the baby. Why was he running and not swimming? Is this not water? Why do I run on water? Yet there was not enough ntime to ponder.

He snatched the baby away from the reach of the reptiles. Murder in their eyes. Or was it a form of sacrifice? What do I care? He ran from the lizards . He leaped on the rock. Today we remember him as leaping lizard. Some say he came from adifferent world. Some say he was a God.

No one knew he was a man looking for someone he lost trying to find his freedom. Can you lose something that you always hold inside? He believed he would find her again one day. When he slept he saw her in his dreams. She looked different somehow. She no longer had the skin of a tree. Her body was now silky like his. He was no longer silver or blue. He was finally the same .

The voices called out to him. That child belongs to us!

His instinct told him to regard those voices as the enemy. He would protect the child even though he did not understand who he was.