January 12, 2017
Kranok the Searcher (A Trashling Tale) [re-post]
The pathways of the
shift from night
to night, month to month, year to year. Only the Makers know why. Land
Kranok stands at a crossroad. He raises his Searcher's staff to divine his next step.
If he goes left, he will reach the habitations of artists and artisans, Tinkers and Coggers. If he goes right, the fields of Farmers and pens of Mouse-Herders. Straight ahead lie the camps of the Makers' Children, next to the furnaces of Those-Who-Burn.
He opens closed eyes and sets off over the refuse itself. He walks somewhere he has never been before.