Helix turned toward the man, wild-eyed
with fear. “Your Magicks will do you no good here, Wizard,” he
hissed. He flung an arm toward the vast, ruined hall. “What waits
in the shadows here will not run. They will not give way to anything
but the light; everything else, they devour whole.”
The Unbeliever stared at his guide
with renewed interest, as though noticing him for the first time
today. His purple eyes burned into the Elf's for a moment, forcing
him to glance away, before he spoke. “You make powerful claims,
Elfish. However, my strengths aren't given to light, and here in the
vast Unconsciousness of All, you know the darknesses better than I.
Tell me, then... what are we facing?”
Helix met the wizard's eyes nervously.
“Hobyahs.”
The Unbeliever's eyes narrowed.
“Remember, Elf; I am here as your guest. Your Mysteries are largely
unknown to me. Tell me, what are “Hobyahs'”?
Helix spoke hurriedly as he turned
back to the hall. “Hobyahs! Grue. Langoliers. The Hungry Dark.
They're a nightmare that ends nightmares. Everything that is
forgotten, they devour, to make room for other phantasms. The problem
is, they don't see it that way; they just know they're hungry.
Always. So, rather: everything they devour is forgotten.
“They avoid the light, any light. In
the light, they are seen as beings, small and furry, and can be
killed easily. In the dark, as best anyone can tell, they're a sea of
teeth; untouchable and all-consuming. The end of all things
imagined.”
“Then I suppose,” the wizard
muttered, gesturing towards Helix's witchlight, “that your toy is
our salvation.” His voice hardened; “Elf, I suggest you keep a
steady hand for both our sakes.” He swept his arm forward,
indicating that they should proceed.
Helix stared into the hall, his eyes
and ears straining as he tried to pick out the Hobyahs. The air
whispered around them, an incomplete silence as the shadows waited
anxiously for their prey. After seconds that seemed like hours, he
stepped forward.
His conjured light shone forth weakly
and his nerves stood on end, but everywhere he looked he saw only the
debris of the concert hall, long moldered with time. What few seats
remained were slashed and marked with graffiti. The retaining walls
of the balconies above had long since collapsed... or been forced...
to the floor below. Peeling paint and patches of mosaic tile covered the walls. Within the globe
of his “toy's” light, a run-down, long-forgotten opera hall
displayed it's last remaining treasures; the tatters of a building
once bustling, fallen to time.
“Tell me, Elf, if they eat what is
forgotten, but also what is forgotten out of hand, why is the world
itself not consumed?”
The wizard's sudden question startled
Helix out of his skin. He paused for breath as his skin crawled,
swinging his light around to see what else might respond. After
several long moments, he turned back to his guest and motioned him
forward.
“I don't mind answering your
questions, but we don't have time for a conference in the middle of a
roomful of Hobyahs. If we can keep moving, I'll tell you what I
know.” Upon seeing the wizard nod, he turned back and started
moving forward.
“Hobyahs are a forgotten force; few
things remember they exist, and as such they're largely stuck living
in forgotten places. Most dreamers don't think of them except as the
phenomenon that occurs after waking; that vivid dream gone grey,
details that seem so important quickly forgotten. They also live in
the echoes of dreams long forgotten, the kind of things dreamers used
to dream about but not any longer, archaic ephemera such as night
terrors of sabre-toothed tigers, bubonic plague or drowning while
chained to dozens of others... “ the sound of his voice comforted
him as he made his way through the debris.
“Hobyah!”
Helix almost leapt into his ward's
arms at the sound. One tiny whisper, so slight he could almost
convince himself he had imagined it, reached him from the far
recesses of the hall. He froze for a moment and swept the witchlight
around. The tattered furniture and faded walls answered him back.
After one interminably long, tense moment, he continued forward.
“The line between the eating the
forgotten and what they eat being forgotten is almost... well...
quantum.” He flinched at exercising his scientific knowledge in
Elfin guise. “They consume indiscriminately if you find them, and
if they eat you, you are forgotten. However, it seems that most who
are forgotten are generally the ones to encounter the Hobyahs and be
eaten.”
Helix finished his nervous explanation
with no response. Seconds crept on like minutes, minutes crept on
like hours, as the pair crept through the theater. His nerves frayed
as his ears strained; his eyes ached as he searched the shadows
desperately. His willpower stretched thin as he searched for Hobyahs
while willing the witchlight forward. He felt faint.
“Hobyah!”
The Elf froze solid. The Unbeliever
stopped short, studying him with vague interest.
“Elf, I think I hear the hungry
dark.”
The Wizard's voice barely registered.
Helix could not move. His eyes ached as he scanned every inch of the
shadows around them. He struggled to hear anything over his own
racing heart.
After long moments, he moved forward
again. One step at a time, as he swept his light around; back and
forth and back again. He inched yet again, another step, and his
charge moved with him. Seconds turned to minutes as he stood there
yet again, ears aching to hear something. Anything.
“Hobyah!”
Almost a whisper, a tiny, squeaky
gremlin-voice came to them from somewhere toward the back of the
theater. Before Helix could even start sweating, responses rolled
back from all around them.
“Hobyah! Hobyah hobyah hobyah!
Hobyah HOBYAH!!!”
The susurrus rose to a din in seconds.
The Unbeliever pulled his coat tight around him as he looked around,
while Helix cupped his hands around the witchlight, willing
frantically on the edge of panic for it to be brighter. The light
flickered.
Something flew past Helix's head,
crashing behind the Wizard. Part of a theater seat. “Hobyah!”
came to them from all around, an ocean of frenetic chattering that
ran together like the ebb and tide of an ocean. Something else hit
him square in the chest, knocking him to the floor. “They're trying
to kill the light!” he yelled back. “If we have no light, we're
finished!!!” The witchlight pulsed as his fear distracted him.
“ENOUGH!” The Unbeliever flung his
coat open. Arcs of power stretched out into the shadows as far as
Helix could see, like an afterimage of lightning in the darkness.
Tittering erupted all throughout the theater, mad giggling from tiny creatures. The Elf's heart sank as
the Wizard's efforts proved futile.
The Unbeliever pulled at the darkness
as he stood, then swept his arms in and pointed directly at the
witchlight. Nothing happened for long moments as the giggling and
whispering continued. Helix began to wonder what is was like to be
unmade as he got back to his feet.
Shadows crashed in around them without
warning. The darkness of the theater coalesced into pitch blackness.
Glowing grey arced back from the shadows into the Unbeliever and out
of his fingers as he stared at the witchlight, which suddenly flared
and pulsated with radiant grey-white. Helix looked around, confused,
at what appeared to be a solid bubble of light, a stark
delineation between the witchlight's glow and the complete blackness
around them.
The giggling stopped. “Hobyah
hobyah!” came back to them from the pitch blackness as their unseen
foes whispered among themselves.
“Elf, I suggest we move while we
can.”
Helix nodded nervously at the wizard's
suggestion, and began to creep forward again. The doors of the old
Sanctum seemed miles away as they inched across the theater. “Wizard,
I thought light was beyond your power...” he muttered, the question
apparent.
The Unbeliever chuckled distractedly.
“It is cheating, Elf. I am not creating light, I'm simply directing
all the ambient light from a certain distance around us back into
your cantrip. Everything I'm using to protect us already exists.”
“So there's no actual bubble? No...
force field? No shield?” Helix stared at the sharp difference
between darkness and light around them as he moved forward. He put a
finger out to poke at the demarcation.
“Helix, I would strongly recommend
against that.” The Wizard stated flatly. “There is nothing there.
If these things are as quick and as ravenous as you say, you could
lose your finger as quickly as you put it out there.” With that,
Helix pulled his hand back and began to look for the doors in
earnest. Sweat dripped down his brow and he wiped it away.
Realizing that this had been the first
time the Unbeliever had used his name, Helix felt bolstered. He moved
forward nervously, but with renewed purpose. As if to offset the ebb
and whisper around them, he continued lecturing his guest as he
searched.
“There is literally no discernible
body when they are in the darkness. You can hear them, whispering and
giggling amongst themselves, but there is nothing to act against out
there. Were you to enter the darkness, you would not merely be eaten;
you would be torn apart. Destroyed. Yet, in rare instances throughout
legend where Hobyahs face the light, they appear as tiny beings, a
foot or so in height, with large mouths and eyes, and fur all over,
standing upright. Details vary past that.
“Reports are exceedingly sparse
throughout history even in the realms of dreams. However, it seems
that many agree that the terror exists not in the individual, but in
the many. Nor does it exist in the known, but in the unknown. A
Hobyah unseen may as well be a tornado in the night, but nobody to my
knowledge has seen a Hobyah alone. The strength of one is unknown...”
His eyes and ears strained against the
darkness as he searched throughout the remains of the opera house.
His nerves were frayed and he longed for nothing more than home, like
some Halfling in the rain... but he could do nothing but move ahead
in his task. His Oath had been given and, even were he better given
to computers than cantrips, he would sooner die than give up. His
chatter soothed his nerves in the quiet...
(Obviously, this is just a fragment. I'm yet to figure out how to get here, and I know what will happen next but I'm still working it how to tie it together.)