Dark City: The Spy

Anger boiled up in Ilma’s eyes.

“This is useless,” Egoly shifted nervously from one foot to the other.

“You know,” Ilma looked the man up and down, “Don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Egoly whispered.  “I’ve been to the world beyond dreaming countless times.”

“You know of the war?” Ilma asked, curiosity overtaking her anger. “What is going on?”

“It goes as it has always gone,” Egoly was evasive.

Ilma considered his answer before speaking again.

“And this one?” she jerked her chin at Kaleigha. “Where does she really stand?”

“Ah, no,” Egoly grave Kahleiah a faint smile. “We ran into…”

“I turned back,” Kaleigha interrupted, not wanting to share her failure with Ilma.  There was a chance the thing in the darkness might be another one of Ilma’s creations. It did not make sense to alert the enemy of a possible minon.  

They stood in strained silence, each watching the other.

“So what are you two hiding from the rest of us?” Kaleigha finally broke the silence.

“Despite her vitality in this form,” Egoly sighed, “Ilma’s body is wasting away in the world beyond dreaming. She has grown old.”

“Your efforts are in vain,” She smiled. “Soon I will die and all of this will fade.”

“That isn’t entirely true,” Egoly shook his head.

“Right,” Ilma nodded, “The Fadian are strong enough to transition back to the real world and complete their real job.”
“We are strong enough to hold the city!” Egoly exclaimed.

 

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